Page 68 of Vengeful Union

I snort. “I do.”

He grins, and the sight of his smile lighting up his handsome face makes my heart feel lighter.

I had begun to worry that killing Scott has really affected him.

I guess it has, but maybe I’ve helped. I wanted to help.

“Guess we have more in common than I thought.”

He slides down my body, kissing along my abdomen, his tongue slipping into my bellybutton.

I giggle as it tickles, pushing at his shoulders, but he just grins wider, settles between my thighs.

I lick my lips and spread my thighs wider, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes.

“You don’t have to—” I start, but it trails off into a moan as he presses his mouth against my clit, using the flat of his tongue to pleasure me.

“God, you taste good.” His voice comes out muffled against my sex, and I let out a hitched whine.

“I can’t,” I complain, but I can’t deny that I'm loving it. “I’m sensitive.”

He pulls away and meets my eyes for just a moment.

“I’ll be gentle.”

Rory is gentle at first, lapping slowly at my swollen clit, sliding his hands under my ass to bring me closer.

But when my breath becomes short, he latches around it, sucking and flicking his tongue, and I’ve never felt anything like it. Pleasure builds and builds, and I feel like I might explode before I come.

“Rory,” I breathe. “Rory, I can’t?—”

But then I do, coming once and then twice in quick succession, breathing out curses in both English and Gaelic, curses I didn’t even knew I know.

Rory lifts his head, his mouth and chin glistening with me, grinning smugly.

“I knew you could.”

I let out a shaky laugh. “Are you trying to set a record or something? Because I gotta tell you, you already have.”

He tilts his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before lying down next to me, drawing me into his arms.

“How many times did you come?”

“Four? Five?” I’m not sure, really, it’s all a blur, and I’m nearly lightheaded from all the pleasure he’s given me.

He scoffs. “That’s not a record.”

I look at him curiously, my eyes widening. “What’s your record?”

He shrugs. “I dunno. At least a dozen.”

My mouth drops open. “A dozen? I thought you were anaccountant.”

“What, accountants can’t fuck?” He laughs. The sound rumbles in his chest as he draws me into his arms.

“I didn’t think they could.”

He laughs again, close to my ear, and it makes me shiver.

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