Page 53 of Vas

He wasn’t wrong. He’d set her on her feet at the edge of the bed and her legs could barely support her. “I’m sorry. I know it’s silly. I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. “We don’t need to rush things. If you’re not ready, we can wait.”

“No,” she quickly reassured. “I want to. It’s just… I’m worried I’m going to disappoint you.”

“Hey.” A finger landed under her chin and he tilted her head until their eyes locked. “There is absolutely zero chance of that happening.”

She ducked her head, but he was having none of that.

“Look at me.” He waited for her to comply, then said, “Do you want to know how I’m so certain?”

“How?” she whispered.

“Because just standing here with you brings me more pleasure than anything I’ve experienced before. Just being in your presence, breathing the same air you breathe, gazing at your beauty, I’d die a happy man if that’s all I ever got from you. Kissing you, touching you, your hands on me, just those thoughts alone threaten to unman me. So, my sweet Anya, there’s no way you can disappoint me because I’m already fulfilled.”

Well, hell. That was beautiful. Her bossy and demanding Vas had a sweet side. “You’re going to make me cry.”

“Hold on to those tears because I have one more thing to say. I haven’t had a lot of good in my life, so I know it when I see it. And that’s what I saw the first time I laid eyes on you. It may have taken me a while to realize we had a chance to make this work, but now that I have, I’m not letting you go.”

Like a balm, his words soothed, giving her the boost of confidence she needed. She took a step back, grabbing the hem of her shirt, and pulled it over her head. “I’m not nervous anymore.”

And seeing the heat in his eyes as he watched her discard her bra, banished the last of her insecurities.

She’d never felt so sexy.

He took the step that separated them, cupping her breasts, his thumbs grazing her nipples which hardened into little nubs. His eyes devoured her. “Fuck. So responsive.”

He dipped his head, trailing his lips down the slope of her neck and over her collar bone to the swell of her breast. That’s when his tongue came out to play, exploring until he reached her nipple where he captured it with his mouth. Tingles raced straight toward her core and she gasped and then moaned as he suckled and flicked it with his tongue.

There was a tug at the waistband of her leggings and then his fingers slipped inside her panties, diving through her folds and finding where she needed him most.

“Oh, God.” She arched into him, raising a leg to hike around his hip.

“You like that?” he rasped around her nipple as his other hand dived into the seat of her pants to palm her ass.

She was quickly losing coherent thought so was only able to manage a breathy, “Yes.”

In an instant, his hands were gone and so was his mouth but in the time it took for her to come back to her senses to voice an objection, he’d pushed her pants down over her hips and was tossing her onto the bed, peeling them the rest of the way off and spreading her legs wide, positioning his head between them.

Her head flew back and her leg muscles flexed as waves of pleasure lifted her ass off the bed as he sucked on her clit. Feeling overtook her. The heat of his mouth. The velvety texture of his tongue. His strong fingers, which put her instantly on edge and ready to explode.

All that had her thinking—so this was what all the fuss was about—right before her orgasm hit.

Panting, she collapsed to the bed, every muscle in her body feeling like jelly and unable to support her. She was vaguely aware of Vas standing but then became instantly alert when he yanked his shirt over his head.

His body was magnificent when fully clothed but that was nothing compared to bare. The well-defined contours of his pecs and biceps and, Jesus, was that an eight-pack?

“You’re staring.”

She’d gotten up onto her elbows but she had no words as he ripped open the fly of his jeans and hooked his thumbs into the waistband.

The man was not shy and neither was his cock, it would seem, standing at attention as he stepped out of his pants.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that,” he fisted his erection, giving it a few yanks, “I’m gonna come before I’m inside you. And that,” he placed a knee to the bed hovering over her, “would be a damn shame.” Ripping open a condom, he rolled it on. “Because I want to come inside your tight,” he lifted her from under the arms, using his superior upper body strength to move her to the center of the bed, “hot,” he spread her legs wider, positioning his hips between them, “wet,” and then he raised her legs higher, until her knees practically hit her shoulders, “pussy.”

He entered her. Slowly and carefully at first, but even still, she felt the stretch. The man was hugeeverywhere.

A groan slipped past his lips. “Fuck you feel good. So hot. So wet.”

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