Page 35 of Final Vendetta

I ran my fingers along his spine, digging my nails into his grooved skin. He groaned into my mouth, but still kept his motions gentle.

As if scared I’d break if he pushed too hard.

“I need to taste you, Imogene. You have no idea how damn starved I’ve been for you.”

A wave of desire surged through me, igniting a fire that had been smoldering beneath the surface for weeks now. It was exactly what I needed. The passion. The hunger. The desperation.

Meeting his eyes, I smirked. “Then what are you waiting for? Taste me.” I leaned toward him, taking his earlobe between my teeth. “Make me come.”

Growling, he claimed my mouth in another kiss before slowly snaking down my body, exploring and worshiping every inch of me.

When he settled between my legs and his tongue slid over my clit, I released a satisfied moan, my body melting into the mattress as weeks worth of tension rolled off me.

He slipped a finger inside me, his tongue continuing to circle me. But even when he added another finger, it still wasn’t enough. It still felt like he was holding back.

“Harder,” I begged, grinding my hips against him with more urgency.

“Let me enjoy this,” he pressed a hand to my stomach, locking me in place. “Let me enjoy you.”

Closing my eyes, I tried to lose myself in the moment, in the sensual way he massaged my insides as his tongue traced slow circles around my clit.

But my mind drifted to that day in Liam’s library. How Gideon dropped to his knees and devoured me in a way that made me certain I’d never be satisfied with another man again. How he dug his teeth into me as he fucked me. He was so unrelenting. So passionate. So damn hungry.

I missed it.

Missedhim.

Missed the rough, dominant man who took what he wanted and didn’t apologize for it.

The man who knew exactly what I needed without me having to ask.

The man who left bruises on my skin that told a story of his unrelenting need, marking me and claiming me as his.

The mere memory pushed me higher until I couldn’t resist anymore, my cries echoing in the room as I unraveled.

Not because of how he made me feel now.

But because of how he once did.

Unapologetically.

Fiercely.

Completely.

“God, I love watching you come.”

I opened my eyes and met his, my desire coating his lips. Clutching his cheeks, I dragged him back up my body, not wanting him to see the truth in my gaze.

“Then get inside of me and let’s see if you can make me come again.”

A wicked grin crossed his face as he playfully waggled his brows. “Is that a challenge?”

“And if it is?”

“You should already know…” He shifted his weight to his hands as he placed them on either side of my head, lowering his lips to mine. “I don’t like losing.”

“Then let’s see what you’ve got.”

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