Page 11 of Mourning Wings (Whitmore Legacy #1)

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VALERIA

W hen Ronnie sticks the torn-up thong into my mouth, I instantly taste my arousal, and it makes me even wetter.

The feeling of her barbell stroking my clit causes my legs to shake beneath me. Holy shit . I’ve never experienced this amount of pure pleasure.

My eyes roll back, and I moan as my body shifts on the tabletop.

Pushing my ass toward Ronnie , I moan through the cotton of my panties.

She chuckles and speaks directly into my center, causing my breath to catch in my throat. “ I’m showing you what it means to mess with someone like me, princesa.” She sucks my clit, swirling her tongue, and my knees buckle. “ To fight someone like me,” she adds, pushing the kubotan stick further into my pussy. “ To fuck someone like me.”

Ronnie’s words cause a rush of heat to surge through my body, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

I don’t know this woman, don’t know what her intentions are, but I can’t seem to think straight around her. My body acts of its own accord, ignoring the logical part of my brain that warns this might be dangerous. But I don’t feel scared around Verónica .

On the contrary— I’m the most alive I’ve ever felt.

Every moment I’ve spent in her presence has been electric, and my senses are heightened in ways I never thought possible. The thrill of being near her outweighs any caution, and it’s fucking intoxicating.

Ronnie’s tongue runs laps around my clit as she gently maneuvers the kubotan inside me, and I feel my climax bubbling to the surface.

She devours me like a woman starved, and I can barely hold myself up, gripping the table desperately to stay up.

She pulls out the weapon and replaces it with two fingers, hooking them downward to apply pressure to my G -spot.

My arousal drips down my thighs, and I can only imagine how wet Ronnie’s face must be. The thought amplifies every sensation.

“ You’re making such a mess, Valeria . Fuck ,” Ronnie grunts, temporarily removing her mouth from my mound to lick up my thighs. When she makes beckoning movements with her fingers inside my pussy, my mind is consumed by the sheer pleasure coursing through me. Consumed by her .

The feeling is overwhelming, and I lose myself entirely in the moment. I try to speak, to tell her I’m close, but it comes out as a whimper.

“ Yes , butterfly. Vem -te para mim.” Come for me , she groans, fucking me hard and steady with her hand.

She’s speaking to me in what sounds like Portuguese , and the way the words roll off her tongue only turns me on more. I can’t fully understand what she’s saying, but I don’t even care—it’s just so hot .

Slowly , she swirls her piercing over my swollen nub, and my breath catches. “ Oh , fuck, I’m coming,” I cry out, but it’s muffled.

Within a few seconds, I come hard, my body trembling with the intensity of my orgasm.

My limbs feel heavy, every muscle in my body exhausted as I come down from the high.

With a gentle motion, Ronnie removes the thong from my mouth, her fingers brushing my lips, and stuffs it in her pocket.

As I taste the air again, Ronnie’s voice reaches me. “ Foste incrível. Mal posso esperar para que sejas minha.” You were incredible. I can’t wait for you to be mine.

Before I can fully process her words, her hand slides to my nape, her grip firm yet tender. She pulls me close, and our lips meet in a passionate kiss, her mouth claiming mine with an intensity that makes my heart race anew.

Fireworks explode in my veins, leaving me breathless. Ronnie’s lips move against mine with both urgency and tenderness, her tongue teasing mine, deepening the kiss. The world fades away, leaving only the two of us.

Every touch of her lips, every brush of her tongue, sends waves of pleasure coursing through me all over again.

With a gentle motion, she unties the rope from around my wrists, and the moment the string loosens, I roll them, enjoying my renewed sense of freedom.

Then , she reaches between my legs and swipes her fingers through my slit, gathering a coat of my arousal. “ Goddamn , Val . Isto é tudo para mim?” Is this all for me?

My body responds instinctively, pressing closer to her, craving more of the connection that makes me feel so alive. As the kiss continues, I lose myself in her.

Ronnie pulls away, rubbing the pads of her fingers all over my lips, spreading my wetness over my mouth.

“ Taste yourself, princesa,” she whispers into my ear. Oh , God . Her voice is so fucking attractive, like a magnet drawing me in and making my skin tingle.

She pushes her fingers into my mouth, and it instinctively opens, letting me taste the tanginess of my cum.

I suck on them, Ronnie’s eyes almost rolling behind her head from the act, then bite down. She hisses in pain. “ Shit , Val ,” she says with a chuckle. “ Don’t bite me too hard. Eu sou capaz de gostar dessa merda.” I might actually like that shit.

Her mouth lands on mine again, and I melt into her embrace once more.

When we finally pull away, both breathless, I manage to murmur, “ Let me return the favor,” between lingering kisses.

Ronnie leans into me, shaking her head. “ I’m selfish and want to enjoy the taste of your pretty cunt for the rest of the night.”

Her rejection only makes me want her more. “ Ronnie ,” I whine.

Ronnie’s eyes darken. “ I love it when you say my name, princesa.” Her gaze smolders as it locks onto mine.

She grabs my hand, guiding it down her pants. I gasp when I reach her warmth.

“ See what you do to me, butterfly? I want you; there’s no denying it,” she explains as my fingers explore her wetness. Ronnie’s breath hitches ever-so-slightly, but her words don’t falter. “ But next time, I want to take my time exploring every inch of your body. And right now, we need to keep moving before we’re caught.”