Page 67 of Vengeful Union

Something about Rory killing the man who’d tried to hurt me makes me want him even more than I already do.

I’m already in bed, pushing down the covers with my feet, nude, when Rory comes toward me.

He’s toweled off, and his hair is mussed, his skin glistening with water he missed beading on his six-pack abdomen.

He’s already dropped the towel, and I take in the sight of him in all his glory, his broad chest, tight stomach, the trail of dark hair below his bellybutton.

I dart my tongue out to wet my lips and spread my thighs.

Rory shakes his head once. “Turn around. On all fours."

His commanding words shoot pleasure up my spine, and I obey, getting on my hands and knees, facing away from him.

I can’t help turning to look as the weight of him jostles the bed.

Rory grunts, taking my left hip in his hand roughly, probably bruising me.

I don’t care.

I arch my back, craning my head around to look at him as he uses his other hand to guide himself into me. The stretch feels unbelievable, and I let out a low moan of his name.

“Do you still want to know why I killed him?” he murmurs as he slides all the way into me.

I gasp, surprised that he’s bringing this up now, of all times.

I don’t trust my voice not to break if I speak, so I just nod.

“Because no one touches you but me.”

I cry out as he starts to roll his hips, thrusting in and almost all the way out before ramming himself back in. It’s rough and dirty and exactly what I’ve been craving.

It’s never been like this, with anyone else, just fumbled kisses and half-assed touches in the backs of cars. Da never let me out much as a teenager or young adult, and after a while, I just… gave up.

I never knew itcouldbe like this. No one else has ever made me come, and I want to tell him that, but I can’t breathe as I approach my orgasm.

I rock my hips back against him, and he growls low in his throat, slapping me on one ass cheek.

“Be still. Let me take what’s mine.”

He keeps fucking me through my orgasm, until I’m gasping for air, trying to catch at least one breath as my body goes limp.

I collapse forward on my forearms, keeping my ass in the air.

I’m helpless as he continues, and I come again, almost painfully, clenching around him until he cries out and hunches forward over me, spilling in hot ropes inside me.

“Fuck.” All the little strength I had left leaves my body.

Rory pulls out of me, kissing along my spine, his fingers light on my bruised hips instead of punishing.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, flipping me over, kissing along my neck now, softly instead of leaving marks.

I lean my head back to accept the affection, smiling.

“Don’t you dare apologize for that. I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

Rory pulls away just enough to look at me, his eyes widening.

“Oh? You like it rough, honey?”

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