Page 69 of The Colour of Revenge

Every drive of his hips has me tightening around him, desperate, hungry for more.

It doesn't take long for the tension inside me to snap, my second orgasm ripping through me, pleasure crashing like a violent tide.

I scream his name, and he growls in response—a dark, primal sound.

Still buried deep inside me, he moves us away from the door.

Through the hallway.

To the dining room.

How does he know—

He slips out of me, lowering me onto the cool surface of the dining table. I let out a sob of protest, my body still aching for him.

“Patience, baby.”

His hands push my legs apart as he kneels, his breath hot against my slick, sensitive skin.

Then—his mouth is on me.

Oh, fuck.

His tongue moves with expert precision, teasing, tasting, his fingers spearing into me as he laps at my clit. My hips jolt. My hands twist into his hair, pulling him closer.

The sounds leaving my throat should be illegal. The pleasure builds again, hotter, sharper, bubbling over like lava ready to erupt.

I can't stop it. I don't even try.

It crashes over me, knocking the breath from my lungs. I tremble, shattered, as Nate's mouth keeps working me through it. When he finally lifts his head, his mouth is slick with my release.

"You're fucking delicious," he murmurs, grinning wickedly before capturing my lips in a deep, claiming kiss.

I taste myself on his tongue and groan, the hunger coiling inside me all over again.

Nate grips my hips, flipping me onto my stomach, my chest pressing against the cold wood.

Then, without warning—he's inside me again.

Hard. Deep. Unrelenting.

Tears spring to my eyes as arousal once again floods through my pussy, slicking the way for him to ram his cock into me.

“So. Fucking. Good.” Nate’s voice is broken, coming out on a hoarse groan.

He picks up his pace, rutting into me, the hardness of the table digging into my hips with every thrust.

The heavy scent of sex lingers in the air, thick and intoxicating, as another orgasm begins to build within me. One of Nate’s hands slides around my waist, his fingers finding my clit and pinching it, the pressure sending a shock of pleasure straight through me.

I shatter once more, my vision blurring as the climax crashes over me with such intensity it feels like I’m being pulled under. Stars explode behind my eyes, my body trembling with the force of the release. Nate makes primal noises behind me, groaning and grunting as he chases his own. His hands grip my hips as he thrusts into me one last time before coming with a guttural roar.

Our heavy breathing mixes in the quiet of the room, each of us trying to calm down our erratic heart rates after the intensity of the moment.

Nate leans over me, his head nuzzling into my neck affectionately.

“You are going to ruin me,” he whispers into my ear, kissing the side of my head.

“I’m already ruined,” I breathe, pushing up from the table, ignoring the way my pussy throbs from the pounding she’s taken.