Page 62 of Passion and Revenge

“Let me have you, Sienna.”

My mouth covers hers again, and there’s nothing rushed about this kiss. It’s the sort of kiss I imagine people who have years of history between them share in the early hours of the morning when the world outside their window is still muted.

As I lick my way into her mouth, it’s both an apology and an assurance.

The familiar rush of heat rises to the surface, but I ignore it. This time around, I don’t just want to hear her cry my name and beg for me. I want to break her apart and toss away those ruined pieces, then mend her up back into something stronger and more durable.

I kiss down her jaw, down her neck, and across her shoulder blades, then drag the straps of the dress down her shoulders and arms. The dress pools to her waist, revealing the perfect mounds of her breasts.

Reaching behind her, I find the small zipper and pull it down. The silk dress finally falls to the ground, and she steps out of it, naked except for the collar around her neck and those strappy heels that make her legs look divine.

“Have you been bare under that dress all night?” I ask. “Fuck, baby. If I had known, we never would have made it to dinner.” I take a moment to admire her. Her face is flushed, and her eyes are half-lidded with desire. I want to spend hours kissing every perfect inch of her. “I want you so much, Sienna,” I confess.

Very few things are capable of surprising me, but Sienna succeeds when she lowers herself to the ground and purrs, “Then take me.”

“Not here.”

“Here,” she insists.

In this room full of expensive artwork from around the world, she’s by far my favorite.

Giving in, I undo my tie and toss it aside, my jacket following. I strip the rest of my clothes slowly, the room silent except for the sound of our ragged breathing. Dropping down to my knees between her legs, I cover her mouth with mine again, my tongue sliding leisurely against hers.

She sighs into my mouth, her arms coming up to wrap around my neck. Her skin feels even softer and smoother under my hands, and I run my hands over her silky skin, petting her.

“Mine,” I whisper into her mouth.

Her reply is so soft that I almost don’t catch it. “Yes.”

The tension that has been sitting just under the surface of my skin for a while now fizzles away, leaving me feeling loose. I’m a trapped animal who has finally been let out into the world.

I cover one breast with my mouth and suck her deep.

“Oh God,” she cries, her legs going around my hip.

She rocks into me, pushing her wet heat against me over and over again. I touch and kiss and nip and suck, worshipping her with my mouth and hands. Then, I bury my face in her pussy and breathe in the addictive smell of her desire.

She arches her back, pushing my face even deeper. “Please,” she begs.

I give one tentative swipe of my tongue, and we both shudder. If I could bottle this taste, it would be more sought after than the best grade of cocaine. My fingers tighten on the insides of her thighs at the thought of her taste on another man’s tongue.

“You taste like the sweetest ambrosia,” I murmur. “I could never tire of your smell and your taste and the feel of you around me.”

“Hnggh.”

She lets out a grunt as I swipe my tongue over her again, lapping up her juices.

“Nothing has ever felt this good, baby.”Not all the money in the world. Not even my vengeance.I push my tongue into her, and she flies off the floor with a scream. I take my time devouring her, dragging out those mindless sounds from her mouth and winding her body higher and higher until tears leak from her eyes.

I’m supposed to be her destruction, but instead, I let my guard down and let her slip past my defenses. As if that isn’t bad enough, I’ve given her the key to my kingdom, all too willing to watch her do as she sees fit with it.

Those hazel eyes that had once seemed so doe-like and innocent had been the unlikely weapon that finally took me down.

“I want you,” she cries out. “Please. Oh God, I want you.”

I ignore her, pulling my tongue out of her to swipe it over the tight bud of her clit.

“Argh!”

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