Page 28 of Vengeful Vows

“I do want it. And I might be damning myself, but I want you.”

His eyes burn through mine. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I nod, and my voice lowers. “Please, don’t stop.”

It’s just... a distraction.

What else am I supposed to do stuck in this room all the time?

Looking into my eyes, Declan trails his hands lower, to my thighs, slipping down the negligée I’d picked out earlier. The silk against my skin feels so good, I couldn’t pass it up.

Some part of me had thought this might happen again, even wanted it. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.

He bunches the negligée around my hips, sliding his fingers slowly under the fabric over each hip, tugging my panties down to my ankles.

Then he lifts my right leg, kissing along my calf as he slips the panties off me.

Instead of lowering my leg back to the bed, though, he loops it around his shoulder, and then my left leg around his other shoulder, settling between my thighs.

Oh god, Is he going to?—

“Ah!” I cry out as he presses his face against my sex, sliding two fingers into my entrance and finding me slick.

He murmurs something against my inner thigh, kissing it and making me feel lightheaded. He licks it, pumping his fingers in and out of me, sucking and probably leaving a mark.

I’m trembling all over, wanting more, wanting him to latch around my clit, but he doesn’t, instead licking around it, touching every part but it.

I whimper.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He lifts his head slightly.

“You’re teasing me,” I accuse, but my voice comes out shaky.

“Not teasing,” he says. “Just working you up. I want you to be sensitive when I sink myself inside of you.”

“I’m already so sensitive.”

He laughs softly, his breath hot against my sex.

“You are. You’re lovely.”

Lovely? That’s not a term I’d ever expected him to use.

He finally starts to lap at my clit, and I rush near the edge of my orgasm as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out, curling them up just like I need.

“I’m going to come,” I breathe out, and then he finally latches his lips around my clit, working the flat of his tongue against it.

I cry out, putting my hands in his thick hair and pulling slightly, and Declan moans against me, the vibration just making my orgasm last longer.

I open my eyes as I come down, and he licks his lips slowly, moving his hands up to my hips.

“I left marks on you,” he says, almost mournfully, and then he moves his lips there, kissing and touching the sore spots as if in apology.

I tilt my neck up, needing his mouth on me there. “On my neck, too.”

He chuckles. “Those I meant to leave, princess. Want everyone who sees you to know you belong to me.”

“I don’t belong to you,” I rasp out, but he still has his fingers inside of me, pumping slowly as he kisses my hips, my stomach, eventually my throat.

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