Page 57 of Vicious Devotion

But I also don’t want to push her too far.

I get up, sliding her dress down her hips until it pools at her feet, a puddle of lace around her high heels. “God,” I murmur, as I slide a hand over the curve of one hip. “You’re so fucking perfect, Bella.”

She’s wearing a strapless bra and white lace panties, so delicate that I could wrap a hand in them and rip them off easily. I unhook the bra, tracing my fingers down her spine as I let it fall away, and then I slide my fingers into the edge of her panties, tugging them down her hips as I strip the last of her clothing away from her.

“I didn’t know what you’d like under my dress,” she whispers, and I realize she’s starting to tremble. “I?—”

“I like you naked.” I reach for her, turning her and picking her up so that I can deposit her easily onto the bed. “I like you clothed, half-naked—any way I can get you. I like you every way I’ve ever seen you, Bella.”

She licks her lips, swallowing hard as I push my pants off the rest of the way, and join her on the bed. I can imagine she still tastes me in her mouth, and the thought makes more blood rush back to my cock, a steady, pleasurable throb taking up residence there as I move between her thighs.

“I’ll be aching to be inside of you before very long,” I murmur, running my fingers up the inside of her calf. “But for right now, it’s going to be all about you.”

Her eyes widen, looking up at me from where she’s laying back against the stack of pillows. Her muscles jump under my fingertips as I slide my hands higher, and I rub my palms over her cool skin, wanting her to soften for me.

“Relax,” I murmur, gently spreading her legs apart. “All you have to do is say the word, Bella, and I’ll stop if you want me to. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing or how far we’ve gone. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. But I don’t think you’re going to want me to stop.”

I turn my head, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee. She gasps as I start to drag my mouth higher, kiss after kiss peppering along her skin until I have her thighs wide and I’m lying between them, my tongue flicking out to trace the crease of her thigh.

She’s soaking wet already. I can see it, see how swollen and soft and flushed she is, her folds parted as I turn my head to let my warm breath waft over her sensitive skin. I feel her react, hear her gasp, and then I gently brace my hands against her inner thighs as I drag my tongue up the center of her pussy, tasting her arousal as it coats my tongue.

She tastes so fucking sweet. My cock hardens instantly, trapped between me and the bed, as I lean in and drag my tongue along her folds again as she moans breathlessly, her hands fisting in the blanket.

“I want to find out how many times I can make you come like this before I can’t take it any longer,” I murmur, and I circle her entrance with my tongue, lapping up her arousal. “Until I’m so fucking hard from feeling you come on my tongue that I have to be inside of you.”

“Gabriel.” She moans my name, and I push my tongue inside of her.

Her back arches, another helpless moan spilling from her as I curl my tongue and fuck her with it, long, slow strokes that mimic what I plan to do to her with my cock very soon. Her arousal floods my tongue, and as I feel her tighten and flutter, my cock throbs with the aching need to be inside of her.

I’ve barely started, and I already don’t know how long I can hold out.

A few more strokes of my tongue, and she’s whimpering, bucking against my mouth with the need to come. I slide my tongue out, up over her soft folds, delving between them to flutter the tip of my tongue over her clit as I push two fingers inside of her, curling them as I suck her clit between my lips.

“Gabriel!” She shrieks my name, hips bucking upwards, and I wrap one arm over her, holding her to the bed as I press my mouth tightly against her. Fingers thrusting, lips sucking, I drive her over the edge into a hard, ceaseless climax as I feel her ripple around my fingers, her clit pulsing on my tongue as she grinds against my mouth, coming hard on my face.

The pressure in my cock feels maddening. It feels like an iron bar, wedged between me and the softness of the bed, but I’m not ready to stop pleasuring her yet. She whimpers and squirms under me as I lessen the onslaught of my lips and tongue, softening them to a gentle flutter as she gasps.

She murmurs my name again, and I slow the stroke of my fingers, keeping them buried firmly inside of her as I exhale a warm breath over her swollen, sensitive flesh.

I want to be inside of her so badly it hurts. But instead, I start to rouse her again with slow, gentle licks, swirling my tongue around the outside of her clit, sucking and nibbling lightly at her swollen folds. She squirms, twitching with each touch, until the small gasps and giggles at each sensation start to turn once again to moans—hesitant at first, and then more insistent as I drive her pleasure higher and higher, towards the edge of another climax.

Everything about her feels exquisite. The tight, velvet clench of her pussy against my fingers, the slick throb of her clit against my tongue, her arousal the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. My entire body is pulsing with need, and I suck in a breath as a jolt of pleasure shudders down my spine, hoping I can hold out long enough to make her come again. And maybe once again, before I can’t stand it any longer.

“Gabriel, I can’t—” Bella gasps, her body twitching under my hands. “It’s too much?—”

I pull back slightly. “Do you want me to stop?” I murmur, and she swallows hard, her hips arching up, answering the question for her.

“I—”

“You can take more.” I smooth my hand over the taut flesh of her abdomen, leaning in to drag another slow lick over her clit as I feel her clench around my fingers. “Come for me again like a good girl. And then one more time, and I’ll give you my cock.”

The sound that she makes at that, needy and breathless, makes my nerves feel raw with lust. I fasten my lips around her clit again, thrusting my fingers as I suck at her swollen flesh, and she cries out as I push her over the edge again, clamping around my fingers like a vise.

“Again,” I murmur against her sensitive flesh, the sound vibrating over her skin, this time not letting up as I overstimulate her, pushing her into a third. I want all of her pleasure, want her wrung dry with it, and then, and only then, I’ll take mine.

Bella whimpers helplessly, her breath coming in small, short pants. I’ve driven her past speech, into nothing but sensation, and that’s what I want. I want her to be past thinking, to only feel, especially once I’m inside of her.

For tonight, at least, I want her to be entirely mine.

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