Page 41 of King of Pain

I snort. “Adorable is worse than pretty.”

He laughs into my skin. “Maybe you’re right in general. But not about me. I’ve never wanted to wrap a woman up more than I do you.”

“It’s probably because when we met, I had a gun to my head.”

“Don’t fucking remind me,” he rumbles, his arms tightening. “I’d never let Vendetti hurt you, though, love.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“And I do think you’re beautiful,” he says kissing my belly button. “There is just something so vulnerable about your looks, I can’t help but want to tuck you away where you’re safe and warm.”

I arch my head back, the words shivering through me. I want him to keep me safe and warm. God, I just want him.

He lays me down on a high, flat rock that’s out of the water, and, as if to prove his point, he starts kissing every part of me.

It’s not just my stomach or my breasts. He kisses down my arms, planting a kiss on each of my palms. He kisses each fingertip.

Then he moves to my hip, trailing his lips down my leg until he reaches my foot. I barely keep from giggling when he nips at the arch of my foot. But then when he sucks each of my toes into his mouth…

“Luke,” I gasp out as he grazes his teeth over my pinky toe. “That is…”

“You’re delicious,” he rumbles as starts licking and nipping up the inside of my leg. “I want to devour every part of you.”

He nips the inside of my knee and then starts nibbling up my thigh. I flex my hips, the ache of need making me uncomfortable. I crave the friction I know he’ll give. “I want you to devour me.”

He stops on the inside of my thigh. “Don’t doubt your appeal, Kate. Everything about you makes me crazy. It’s the way you move, smell, touch. It’s your reaction to me.”

He holds my hips in his hands and then dives into my pussy, licking me exactly where I needed it.

I cry out, scraping my back on the rock as I arch closer.

He eats me like he’s starving and I’m oblivious to everything but his tongue. I shift again, wanting more.

But he stops. I lift my head with a cry of protest. “Don’t stop.”

But he’s pushing out of the water, climbing onto the rock. “Your skin,” he rumbles.

My brow furrows. I don’t even know what he means for a moment. Then I realize he’s talking about my back. “It’s fine.”

But in a series of a few quick moves, I’m on top of him, his back on the rock.

Somehow, he spins me so that my pussy is in his face, his cock in mine. “Oh,” I breathe as I flick my tongue out and take a good long lick.

He rumbles into my folds and then flattens his tongue to lick every part of me at once.

I moan, my eyes closing for a second it’s so good.

When I open them, I can see a pearl of cum right on the tip of his cock, glistening in the moonlight.

I lick him again, collecting the salty liquid on my tongue.

“Woman,” he growls into my sensitive skin. “Wrap your lips around me before I explode.”

For some reason, his command only make me hotter, and I slide my lips over the tip, taking more and more of him between my lips and into the heat of my mouth.

He groans right into me, and then starts working my clit with his tongue, his finger sliding into my pussy.

It feels so good I’m deep-throating him as I chase my own orgasm, our bodies climbing together.

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