Page 4 of Vow of Vengeance (Destruction & Vengeance Duet #2)

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Declan

She doesn't understand what she does to me.

She's an addiction, an obsession. I'm capable of recognizing that whatever is between us was born out of my need.

She crawled under my skin and burrowed in deep; I couldn't cut her out of me if I tried.

I'm not going to, of course. I want to live inside of her anyway.

The knife clatters to the floor and the last little bit of restraint I've been holding to snaps.

It's wrong of me, I suppose, to do this before coming clean about her husband.

Too bad I've never cared less about right and wrong.

I lift her with my fist tangling against her scalp, pulling her to me so that I can kiss her deeper, harder.

It's tantric, demonic— I'm crazed, finally tasting her like this, her kiss and her blood from where the mark on her lip keeps busting open. I groan as her hot tongue slides against mine, inviting me deeper.

I'm making out with this woman like a fucking teenager about to get his dick in a real woman for the first time, but I don't let onto any of that.

The truth is, I'd likely come with just the tip inside of her.

I've never wanted anything so badly. But I also don't want this moment to be over too soon; I finally have her surrender, and I won't squander it.

It's why I retreat quickly, yanking her to the edge of the table so that her ass hangs off it and she yelps, her fingers clawing at the tabletop in a futile effort to catch herself.

"I've been starving myself, too." I tell her, reaching beneath her skirt and snatching her panties down her thighs in one go.

"The amount of restraint it's taken..." I groan, pressing a kiss against her thigh as I toss her panties over my shoulder, pushing her skirt against her stomach to expose her entire bottom half to me.

She's glistening, her decadent scent filling my nostrils and, as I breathe deeper, my lungs.

"When all I've wanted to do from that first moment I watched you in your bathroom is consume you. "

"Declan..." My name is part moan, and I can't tell if it's because she's as desperate for me as I am for her, or if she's scared. I hope it's both, honestly. She should be very afraid of the animal that she makes me.

"Shh, little bird." I coo, peppering kisses along the inside of her thigh, trailing higher.

Her breathing turns jagged the closer I get to my target.

When I press my mouth against her lips, she shudders, and a small sound claws out of her throat.

It's strangled, nervous about the impending explosion.

She attempts to close her legs, trying to reclaim some modesty after everything we've done so far.

"Let me love you."

She stills other than her ragged breaths and lets me pry her thighs apart so I can situate myself there.

"Declan..." Her voice is full of protest, but it's choked by her arousal. It’s too late for her to change her mind anyway; I couldn't stop myself if I wanted to.

And I don't want to.

The first flick of my tongue over her clit makes her stop breathing.

She draws in a breath and doesn't let go of it.

I glance up at her to see her looking down at me with terror in her dark eyes, but it's not going to make me stop.

I lash her with another firm stroke of my tongue and she moans, throwing her head back against the table so she can screw her eyes shut, like she's trying to hold it together.

No way she's about to come from a few licks— I'm good at this, but it's been years since I've cared about anyone enough to do this.

I grip her thighs, feeling her muscles still tense beneath my hands, and squeeze as I lower my mouth to her again.

"Relax." I warn her.

I stroke her little clit back and forth, and she contorts, her ragged breaths broken as she claws at the table, trying to say something.

"Dec— " My name is a gift on her tongue, so I gift her in kind, spreading her wider so that I can suck her entire clit into my mouth.

"Oh god!" She cries, arching her back off the table. "Fuck! I can— It's too much. St—"

There's no stopping, but her pleading unleashes something carnal inside of me, making me hunger for her orgasm more.

I want to feel her explode against my tongue; I want to taste her.

She jumps a little when I release her clit with a loud smacking noise, but her relief is short-lived when my tongue teases at her entrance, lapping up her juices.

She's soaking wet and I can't not be inside her for another second.

I sink a finger into her with ease, her hot body eagerly sucking me in as her eyes flutter closed, relief on that beautiful face.

It disappears when I dip my mouth and use my other hand to push harder on her thigh, trapping her in place so I can feast on her pussy.

"Declan— " She breathes, my name dissolving into a gasp as I stroke her inner walls, exploring her body, working out a rhythm between that makes her sing.

Each thrust draws more arousal from her, making her weep around my fingers so that I add a second, a third.

Each time she takes another, I want to give her more, not thinking so much as acting.

She stretches around me until I'm practically fucking her with my whole hand.

I leave my thumb free so that when I release her clit to look up at her, I can use it to rub vicious circles around it.

Her chest rises and falls in a desperate rhythm dictated by me, and when her head rolls to look at me, her eyes are wild, lost to the pleasure.

"Dec—"

I promised I'd make her scream my name before I fucked her, but she can barely even get a breath out, choking on the pleasure.

"Scream for me," I remind her, fucking her harder with my hand, picking up the pace so fast that I control her entire body, which rises on every thrust in and falls with my retreat.

She tries, whether she does it intentionally or not, her voice rising in a tidal wave.

"Oh!" She yells, smacking the table in frustration when she can't find anything to grip.

I yank her a little closer, giving her less room between my manic thrusts, and her eyes roll back.

I feel her shuddering around my fingers, her walls squeezing me, and I think she's come.

She must agree, because she cries out in relief, a long release of breath followed by a shudder as she drops her head against the wood a little too hard.

"You're not done singing for me, little bird.

" I murmur, pressing my mouth to her thigh again.

Soren jumps, her knees instinctively trying to close around my head.

I don't fight her this time, pulling her swollen clit into my mouth and sucking hard enough to make her scream.

But I feel the way she pulses around me, the way she tries to simultaneously pull my fingers deeper into her and also force them out.

She's heaven, making the sweetest noises as I control her body.

I alternate between taking my time with little nips and strokes and then sucking hard enough to make her twist away from me, desperate to escape the impending orgasm, which promises to be even stronger than the first. It's an unbelievable pleasure, having her helpless like this, knowing that she wants to escape me and also that she doesn't want me to stop.

I'm stealing her surrender, her body's loyalty.

I've made her come before, sure, but this is different. This is carving her husband from her memory, reprogramming her for our mutual pleasure.

Her breaths get so rapid that I would worry if I wasn't enjoying this so much, and I almost stop at one point, thinking she's hyperventilating. But she grips my head between her hands, and when her fingertips twist in my dark hair, I take it as a sign to continue.

I'm not sure if I ever let her down from the second orgasm before I think she has a third.

I've turned into a machine, willing to do this all night if it continues to get this reaction from her.

Soren lost herself after the first one; I'm not even sure she's fully mentally aware as I feast on her swollen clit, alternating between abusing it with my brutal touch and fucking her with my fingers, turning her into a mess.

She's sticky with sweat, her hair damp and a pool of liquid on the table beneath her ass, but I don't stop making her come for me.

She just does it too beautifully, letting me control her body until it quakes.

Her body surrenders long before her mind, even despite the progress we've made together. She struggles to let go even on the second orgasm, trying to push me away just before she explodes, desperate attempts to say my name, but nothing else.

Her sounds turn from moans and gasps to screams and cries, a wild animalistic keening coming from her open mouth as she finally gives in.

I imagine her sanity fracturing a bit as she shatters with the force of her third orgasm.

It's a glorious sound, one I could happily hear all night, but my cock has been leaking since I felt her crushing my fingers and I can't wait any longer.

Soren's limp as I release her, not having the energy to move.

It's why I lift her easily in my arms, where she hangs like a ragdoll as I tote her to the bedroom.

I'd have taken her right there on the table, but I think if she hits her head on it again, she could end up concussed.

Given that her brain already seems a bit fried, I decide not to do that.

I'll fuck her in a bed like a proper lover— but that doesn't mean it will be sweet or slow.