Page 57 of Beautiful Vengeance

“Don’t move.” Kiyomi leaned forward, her hair brushing his cock as her lips touched the skin just above his navel. She darted her tongue into it, flicked the tip of it against the thin line of hair that led down to his groin.

Christ, she was killing him. His breathing was uneven, his fingers clamped around the armrest for fear that he’d seize fistfuls of her hair the moment she touched his cock. He released a throttled groan when her cheek touched the sensitive crown.

Her dark gaze lifted, holding his as she placed a soft, agonizingly slow kiss to the tip. Somehow he held still, fighting for breath. A tiny smile tugged at her lips, telling him she was enjoying tormenting him. Then it faded and she slid her tongue around the sensitive underside.

He tensed, the breath leaving him on a gust of air. He couldn’t look away, spellbound, dying from the promise of pleasure in her eyes, and then she finally parted those gorgeous lips and enveloped the head of his cock in her hot mouth.

His eyes slammed shut as pure pleasure rocketed up his spine. That silken tongue ran around the crest once more, then her mouth slid down farther.

Unable to stop himself, he blindly grabbed for the back of her head, his fingers closing around a fistful of hair. “Kiyomi,” he managed to get out, his heart ready to explode.

She ran a hand up his chest and sucked him with slow, luxurious pulls that threatened to undo him, the other dipping low into his underwear to tease his balls. Marcus pulled in a ragged breath and held on, tremors racking him under the exquisite lash of pleasure.

With superhuman effort he pried his eyes open, unwilling to miss a single second of this. Her kneeling before him, the firelight playing over the side of her face and hair while she sucked him, her velvet tongue teasing the most sensitive spot just under the crown.

It was incredible. So unbelievably hot, but he wasn’t going to last much longer, and he wanted to bury himself in her one last time. “Stop,” he rasped out, tugging on her hair.

She resisted him for a moment.

“No, stop.” He pulled in a breath. “I want inside you. Want to feel you come around me.”

Meeting his gaze, she slowly pulled off him, making sure to give him one final, luscious lick along the head of his cock. With a low growl he grabbed her under the arms and lifted her, rising from the chair with effort because of his hip and the pleasure she’d weakened him further with.

Cupping her delectable arse in his hands, he made the awkward walk around the desk to the sofa, his movements hampered by the denim rolled down to his thighs. He laid Kiyomi down on her back on the leather sofa, paused only to give Karas the command to stay, then set about getting his woman naked.

Another shot of arousal burst through him when he saw the sexy things she wore underneath. A lace bra and panty set in black and crimson, so sheer he could see her nipples through the fabric.

He ran his fingertips over them, entranced by the sight, then tugged the cups aside and took one rigid peak into his mouth. Her sigh mixed with a groan as he sucked at her, his free hand trailing down to the lace between her thighs. “Are you wet for me, lass?”

“Find out.”

He intended to.

Sliding his fingers under the edge of the fabric, he brushed them across her smooth, bare flesh. Silken heat coated his fingertips. He growled against her breast and switched to the other as he began to stroke her softly. She whimpered and spread her legs apart more, giving him room.

Dying to taste her again, he kissed his way down her flat belly and tugged the knickers down her legs. Setting a hand on the inside of each thigh, he pushed them wide and lowered his face to the glistening folds between them.

Her fingers knotted in his hair as he stroked her with his tongue, a plaintive moan coming from her as he zeroed in on the swollen bud at the top. He kept going until she was panting and trembling, moving restlessly beneath his mouth.

“Now,” she begged. “Now.”

Keeping his tongue right where it was, he released her thighs and shoved his jeans and underwear off. With one final caress over her rosy clit, he knelt on the soft leather.

He grasped her legs and draped them over his shoulders before coming down on top of her, his weight braced on his hands as he stared down into her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes molten with desire.

You’re mine, lass, and always will be.

He didn’t say it. Didn’t want to spoil this last time with her. But he let his eyes say it for him, let his body chant the words to her as he dropped a hand down to tease her clit and then drove into her in a single, smooth thrust.

Kiyomi gasped and clutched at his shoulders, her eyes closing as her head kicked back on the tufted leather. With her legs over his shoulders he was so deep, buried to the hilt in her warmth. She clenched around him, her silken heat sending pulses of ecstasy up his spine.

He would never feel this way about anyone else. Only her. And maybe it made him a selfish bastard, but he wanted her to feel the same way.

With each stroke of his fingers and slow thrust of his cock, he told her how much she meant to him. How much he…

I love you. I’ll never stop loving you.

He was frantic with it, a sudden, sharp spear of grief threatening to pierce the rising pleasure. Kiyomi was the most incredibly beautiful thing he’d ever seen as she moved beneath him in the firelight, her face taut while she moved with him, seeking her pleasure.

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