Page 190 of By His Vow

“King,” I moan when his teeth drag across my collarbone. My nipples harden, pressing against the thin fabric of my tank.

“Right here, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“For you to stop being an asshole.”

He laughs as he pulls the thin strap of my tank over my shoulder. “I don’t want to make promises that we both know I can’t keep.”

In a flash, he has the fabric of my tank around my ribs, my bare breasts exposed to him.

“This isn’t—” My words are cut off when he sucks one of my nipples into his hot mouth.

My head falls back against the wall with a small thud, but I’ve had far too much tequila for it to hurt.

He laves at my sensitive skin, his tongue teasing the tip before he sucks harder, his teeth nipping at me.

“Oh my god. I shouldn’t be letting you do this.”

He smirks. I don’t need to look down to see it. I can feel it.

“I think this is the perfect way to end our nights, don’t you? With a reminder of who we should end all our days with.”

I glance down to find him staring up at me.

I’m assuming that’s his way of reassuring me that there wasn’t anything between him and the woman he was photographed with earlier. But it’s never going to be enough to stop me from asking.

Their contact was too familiar. The way he touched her…

I gasp as a bolt of pain from his teeth on my nipple shoots straight to my clit.

“Fuck, Kingston.”

“Tell me,” he demands, his dark green eyes blazing with desire. “Tell me what you need.”

“I-I—” I stumble over my words, getting lost in his eyes, in the promise of all the things he can offer me. “I want…” His eyes widen, urging me on. “Eat me. Make me come all over your face. Then I’m going back to bed,” I add.

If he thinks he’s getting anything out of this, then he’s seriously going to need to reconsider.

“I can live with that,” he mutters, tucking his fingers into my panties and dragging them down my legs.

Pressing his nose against me, he inhales deeply and groans.

Fuck. It’s filthy.

So fucking dirty.

I love it.

Grasping my ankle, he lifts my foot from the floor, giving me little choice but to open up for him.

He stares at my pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen, and fuck if it doesn’t flood with heat.

“King,” I whisper, the one leg I’m standing on already weak just from the way he’s looking at me.

“Want to end every single day like this.”

My head spins at his confession, but I don’t have time to try and decipher if I believe him or not, because he latches onto my clit and sucks until it’s all I can do not to come right then and there.

Fuck. Why is it so good with him?

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