Page 123 of Vengeful Union

I can’t stop the question that’s been burning in my mind ever since his father’s death.

“Will you go back?”

Rory blinks at me once, twice. “What?”

“Will you leave town again? Go back to your apartment, to your job?”

He shifts on the bed, looking away from me. “Do you want me to?”

“No! Of course not. I want you here. With me.”

His eyes snap to mine. “Then why did you even ask me that?”

I huff out a breath through my nostrils.. “I don’t know. I just thought...”

He grabs my wrist when I trail off, pulling me closer and kissing me roughly.

I squeak into his mouth, heat rushing through me at how he’s manhandling me.

“You thought wrong.”

He flips me over on the mattress effortlessly, and I can’t help but let out a little giggle, despite all the horror that has happened to us lately.

“I love you, honey.” He tugs off my shorts, tossing them to the ground, and I lean up and wiggle out of my top. “Don’t you know that by now? Haven’t I told you enough?”

“No,” I breathe. “Not enough. Never enough.”

“I love you," he murmurs, kissing up my calf, my thigh.

I shudder when he plants a kiss on my inner thigh, sucking lightly to make a mark there.

He breathes across my clit, and I cry out and arch my back, but he stops, looking up at me from between my legs with a slight frown.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you going to go back to your normal life? Do you want a divorce?”

I almost want to laugh at the ludicrous suggestion, but instead, I just shake my head.

“No. No, I still want to be Lara Murphy.”

“Forever?”

He plants more kisses on my other inner thigh before brushing his nose across my clit, and I breathe out a sigh of his name.

“Always. Always, Rory,” I promise, my voice firm and fierce, and then he finally presses his face against my core, lapping at my clit before latching his lips around it, sucking lightly until my thighs are trembling.

Just as I’m about to go over the edge, he delves two fingers inside of me, angling them up as I rock my hips against his hand.

I gasp when I come around his fingers, and he grunts against me. “That’s it, honey. Go ahead.”

Before I am even done pulsating, he removes his fingers and guides himself inside me, thrusting his hips forward as if he doesn’t have a choice in the matter.

His hair falls over his eyes as he looks down at me, pumping his hips.

“You’re mine.”

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