Page 118 of Severed By Vengeance

With those words, he finally opened his eyes, blue orbs staring straight into mine. He shifted us and pushed my body against the cold steel of the fridge, burying his face into the side of my neck again, only this time his lips suckled my skin as they moved up toward my ear. I squirmed under his touch, flames of arousal igniting in my belly.

“Derek,” I breathed, closing my eyes as he trailed kisses along my jaw. “I need to know you’re okay. Please, talk to me.”

A growl rumbled into my neck as he pushed me harder against the fridge. I knew I should stop him, that all I had to do was ask, and he’d comply. There wasn’t a shred of doubt in my mind. But something inside me also knew he needed me this way. Needed my affection and my passion, and I was willing to give him that and more.

“I’m yours.”

Another groan echoed into my chest as he kissed with more frenzy, biting and nipping at my skin. My fingers smoothed into his hair, and I tilted my head back as delicious jolts of desire rocketed through my body.

Derek suddenly tore me away and dropped me on the kitchen counter. Wasting no time, he pulled my cami over my head and tossed it. His mouth was on my breast in the next second. Long pulls had me moaning and thrusting my hips into his torso, seeking friction and relief from the fire swelling inside. I fisted his hair, his name falling from my lips as he alternated, suckling and squeezing.

“I’ll always be here for you,” I murmured as he moved down my abdomen. “Always.”

His mouth was between my legs, tongue licking up the dampened cloth. He inhaled a deep breath and growled into my sex, biting at the scant fabric.

Derek was never one to shy from words in the bedroom. He always had this way of making me feel so damn sexy, so feral. And I loved every second of being his, of being taken by him in any way he wanted me.

As I closed my eyes, the sound of ripped cloth pierced the air, and his mouth was on me in the next second, rendering me speechless. He licked and sucked, drinking from me as if it were the last time. That fleeting thought caused an ache to lance through my chest for a moment until his skilled tongue diverted my thoughts.

“Fuck,” I moaned, clutching his hair between my fingers as he pushed his face deeper, gripping my hips with a force that was sure to leave bruises. “Fuck, fuck… Derek.” Strangled screams fled my lips as his fingers pushed inside me, curling and stroking until my body arched off the marble.

My orgasm crashed into me, and I cried out his name over and over as tears spilled from the corners of my eyes. I tried to close my thighs and move from his voracious lashes, but he groaned and pushed them open, pulling me back to his mouth.

“It’s too much,” I whimpered, trying to squirm away. But he only tightened his hold while his other hand grabbed my ass. His index finger moved up my slit and inside me before trailing back, smearing my cum and pushing against the rim of tight muscles.

“Oh, fuck,” I cried when it thrust forward.

My reaction only spurred him on as he sucked on my clit with more enthusiasm.

He didn’t need to say the words. I knew what his actions meant.

I was his.

In every way, I belonged to him.

That thought alone pushed me to the edge, my legs widening for him as another orgasm crested. His finger moved in time with his tongue, and I banged on the counter with my fists, coming undone in his mouth.

“Baby… please…” I didn’t know what I was pleading for.

Was it for him to stop?

To feel him fill me completely?

I shuddered as I fell back to earth, my breaths heavy.

The reprieve was short-lived because he took hold of my hips and flipped me over. Hard teeth bit at my flesh, and I hissed as the pain only elevated the euphoria of the moment.

His tongue licked up each cheek, then along my slit as I clawed at the hard surface. But there was no leverage. My feet hung off the edge.

I was at the mercy of his sweet torture.

Looking over my shoulder, I whispered, “I’m yours.”

He moved up my body and peppered kisses along my back.

Derek slid the head of his cock over my seam and against my sensitive clit, though I wasn’t sure when he’d removed his pants and underwear. Soft whimpers fluttered from my throat as he hauled my hips to the edge of the counter and thrust inside. The walls of my pussy stretched around him as he filled me, pumping into me mercilessly. I bit back the twinges of pain as he took me hard and fast before flipping me over and surging to the hilt with deep, powerful strokes.

“Derek… Oh, fuck!”