Page 87 of Severed By Vengeance

“Like what you see?” I asked, shedding my inhibitions as I let my thighs fall farther apart. It didn’t matter that we hadn’t known each other long. I trusted this man to take care of me, just as he’d done since the day we met.

Derek shook his head and dropped to his knees. “Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Sliding his arms under each thigh, he hooked them around my hips and dragged me closer to his face. The tip of his nose caressed my skin as it moved at an agonizing pace toward my sex. Sweet anticipation caused my legs to tremble around his head, even before the first touch.

I reached for my shirt.

“Don’t. Leave it.”

“Leave it?”

He answered with a single nod. “I want to focus on this needy little cunt of yours.”

Heat settled low in my belly, stealing my breath. With my head thrown back, I mewled as his thumb moved up my slit, forcing my back to arch off the mattress when the flat of his tongue trailed the same path a heartbeat later.

“Shit,” I whined as he licked me from end to end, flicking my clit before suctioning it into his mouth. Pleasure bloomed in my core, drawing another strangled cry from my lips.

“Fuck, angel. You have no idea what it took for me to be good last night. From the moment I saw you,” he said, between long, slow laps, driving me to the fringes of madness, “I’ve been dying to know what you taste like.” He dipped his head, tongue plunging inside me. “And I just knew you’d befuckingdelicious, Evangelina. I could die here.”

Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he dragged me impossibly closer. My whole body shuddered as he continued drinking me down, worshiping every soaking inch as if he was a man starved. The sounds rising from between my thighs were absolutely filthy.

“Fuck…Yes…” I fisted his hair and thrust my hips, seeking more friction. “Oh…” Another whimper fell from my lips when he slipped two fingers inside, curling them and causing me to jolt off the bed.

My thighs closed around him, the pressure almost too much, but he pushed them open, eyes locked on mine as he shook his head.

“Open up that pretty pussy for me. I’m not done yet.” His face glistened, and I watched with hooded eyes as his tongue snaked out. “I knew it would be even better from the tap.” Gripping my hips roughly, he pulled me back to his mouth.

I grabbed a small pillow and bit down, crying out his name as I pressed it against my face.

“No!” His voice was sharp as he ripped the cushion from my hands, launching it across the room. “I need to hear you. You won’t deny me what’s mine.” My fingers clutched the sheets, chest heaving as I attempted to swallow before nodding. “I said I need to hear you.”

“Whatever you want. Just don’t stop!”

He chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to the wet, trembling skin on my inner thigh. Before I could process another thought, Derek grabbed my hips and flipped me over, pulling me to my knees. I felt so vulnerable and exposed, but I fucking loved every second.

There was a time I thought I’d never enjoy foreplay and sex this way with a man, not after my experience. And while there are still moments of hesitation, of slight insecurities, I trusted him.

Closing my eyes, I buried my face in the soft white sheets as he licked his way inside me. The scent of his cologne clung to the fabric, hitting my nose like a pheromone, and a new rush of wetness dripped over his tongue.

“Evangelina…so good. So damn good.” He squeezed my ass and bit down.

Tears gathered in my eyes as I danced on that precipice between sweet punishment and feral pleasure.

“Say it.” His fingers were inside me again. “Say you’re mine.”

“Fuck, fuck…”

Two more calculated strokes were all it took to tip me over the edge. And I fell hard with his name like strangled cries flowing from my lips. This only seemed to fuel his hunger as his hold on me tightened, mouth ravenous. He lapped and sucked at every drop. I tried to crawl away, the sensations overwhelming and painful, but the voracity of his lashes intensified.

“Derek…please…” I begged, clawing at the sheets. “Too much...”

“You’re mine and I decide when you’ve had enough.” He bit my other ass cheek, marking my flesh before nursing it with a tender kiss. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.” His tongue ran along my swollen pussy, flicking my sensitive clit until I was too weak to remain propped on my knees.

Collapsing onto my belly, I grabbed at the blanket, my voice ragged. “Yours!I’m yours… always yours.”

It took several minutes for my breaths to slow as I lay motionless, too damn worn out to move. Derek climbed over me, bunching up my shirt and trailing his lips along the column of my back. The contact sent tingles throughout my body, lighting up every nerve ending, as if I wasn’t still trying to recover from a soul-shattering orgasm.

I slid my arms out of the oversized top, letting him pull it off the rest of the way.