Page 20 of Dangerous Devotion

His touch, along with the desire burning in his eyes, sent a shiver running through me. But there was something else there, too—something softer.

My heart fluttered at the thought, and I leaned down to kiss him.

I intended to keep things relaxed and easy between us, just a little cuddling, but he met my lips with a fervor that stole mybreath away. His good hand explored the expanse of my back before slipping lower and covering my ass, then he squeezed one of my cheeks.

I gasped into our kiss, and he chuckled against my lips, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.

Vince continued his explorative journey lower, dipping his finger between my cheeks, then to my already wet pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispered against my lips. “Let me taste you, Little One.”

I opened my eyes, narrowed my brows, and stared at him. “Are you nuts? You heard Hawk—no strain on your arm.”

He gave me a look that was nothing short of devious. “Scoot up, hold onto the headboard, and let me taste you,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry.

My core tightened with anticipation. “Vince…” I hesitated, heat creeping up my neck and cheeks as I contemplated his suggestion.

He merely chuckled, his fingers teasing my clit. “Right now, Little One,” he growled, his dark eyes holding mine captive.

There it was again, that commanding edge that brooked no argument.

Something inside me gave way to him then, a part of me still clinging to my innocence, or was it the refusal to be bossed around? Whatever it was I’d been holding on to until now, it was replaced by a rush of desire to please him, to follow his command, so intense I could hardly breathe.

I nodded, then shifted my position, moving upward until I was straddling his face, acutely aware of keeping my distance from his injured arm.

His dark eyes bored into mine with raw intensity, and I clung to the headboard, anticipation making every nerve in my body stand on end.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he looked up at me before his attention dipped lower. “Such a beautiful view,” he murmured appreciatively, then traced over my slick folds with his tongue.

I gasped as a jolt of sensation ran through me, and I clung tighter to the headboard. The warmth of his tongue, the touch of his lips…it was just like when he devoured me in his office. But the different position felt so much more daring, so much more intense. I couldn’t help but squirm.

“Hold still,” he whispered, sending shivers down my spine. “And keep your eyes on me.”

“Vince!” I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper as my thighs quivered while I stared down at him, the visual as erotic as the feeling of his touch.

His response was a low growl, and the vibrations sent another jolt of pleasure through me. He continued his slow exploration, his tongue dipping into me before swirling around my sensitive clit.

I twitched and moaned, but Vince only grinned up at me, completely unfazed by my reactions. “You taste like sin and paradise mixed into one,” he murmured, holding my gaze. His dark eyes were filled with an intoxicating mix of lust and adoration, and it made my heart race even faster.

He returned his attention to my pussy then, his lips working in tandem with his tongue to send wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me.

I let my head fall back, and a strangled moan escaped my lips.

He continued his slow torture until every nerve in my body screamed for release.

“Please,” I whispered, and as soon as I said it, he sucked on my clit—hard.

“Yes,” was all I could manage to get out as the first climax hit me and pulled me under like a giant wave.

The world spun as I clung to the headboard for dear life, my body trembling from the intensity of the orgasm.

He continued to torture my sensitive bud long after the waves had subsided, drawing out a series of soft aftershocks until I was ready to collapse.

I grabbed his hair, pulled him away, and moved my hips back.

He was grinning up at me, his mouth slick and glistening. “You’re breathtaking when you come undone,” he murmured, the words so tender that they caught me off guard.

Here I was, gasping for breath, my body still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm. But despite the vulnerability of the position, I found myself not caring. Instead, I felt powerful—strong and beautiful in a way that I hadn’t before.

The sight of him beneath me, covered in my juices, made my core clench again.

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