Page 37 of Beautiful Vengeance

Her arms wound around his neck and she rolled into him, only to have him still her with a firm hand on her hip. He abandoned her mouth to nip at her chin, her jaw, one hand trailing down the plane of her belly.

Kiyomi shut her eyes and fought to stay present rather than retreat mentally, focused on the sensation as his fingers neared where she needed them so badly. His kisses gentled, trailing across her cheek, then his hand settled over her mound, warm and solid.

She pulled in a shaky breath and forced her body to relax. She’d fantasized about this for so long, she didn’t want to ruin it. Her thighs trembled slightly as she parted them, the warmth of his hand reassuring and arousing at the same time.

Restraint. Marcus was all about restraint, and it was driving her deliciously crazy.

She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a whimper when he at last moved his hand, his fingers sliding along her wet folds. It felt so good, yet it wasn’t nearly enough.

She tried to grab his hand and move it to where she wanted it, but he evaded her, nipped her bottom lip softly while his fingers traced a torturously slow path up to her throbbing clit. Her entire body tensed when he finally made contact where she needed it most. He caught her mouth with his, eased his tongue inside to play with hers while his fingers caressed gently.

An incoherent sound of pleasure and need came from her. She could barely breathe, her heart pounding out of control at the knowledge that she was giving him complete access to her body, that he would be the one giving her the orgasm she craved.

His mouth trailed hot, nipping kisses down her chin to her chest, closing around her nipple at the exact moment he slid two fingers into her. Kiyomi cried out and bucked into his hand, holding his head to her. She was quivering, pulled taut like a bowstring in the hands of a master archer, and only Marcus could send her flying. But she was so close now, and when she came she wanted him inside her.

She pushed at his shoulders. He stopped instantly and raised his head, concern in his dark eyes. She grabbed his face in both hands to kiss him, telling him without words that she was more than okay, that she was loving everything he did to her.

“Want you inside me,” she gasped out, then grabbed for her robe lying discarded on the far edge of the bed and took the condom from the pocket. They didn’t need one, but explaining why might kill the mood so she’d brought it with her anyway.

Marcus eased his hand from between her legs but dipped down to torment a breast as she tried to sit up and see all of him. She nipped at the side of his neck, her whole body humming with anticipation. He’d gone so long without any kind of intimate contact. She wanted to get him as worked up as she was, give him all the pleasure she could.

His fingers speared into her hair as she kissed her way across his chest, pausing to tease his nipples, earning a hitch in his breathing when her hands eased over his belly and hips. He was fully erect, his cock standing proud against his belly. She curled her fingers around him, reveled in the low growl he made, and stroked him.

She followed the cues he gave her, adjusting her pressure and speed, but when she would have slid to her knees and taken him in her mouth, he stopped her.

Face taut with pleasure, his chest rising and falling, he took the condom from her, rolled it on with an economical motion and pressed her down flat on her back. Settling between her legs, he rocked his hips slowly, dragging the hot length of his erection over her swollen clit while he covered her mouth with his.

With a murmur of pleasure she wound her legs around his calves, pushing up to meet his lazy thrusts as she sucked at his tongue. Her entire body was suffused with warmth, desire pulsing in her core.

Marcus raised his head to stare down at her, eyes blazing, breathing fast. She set a hand on the side of his face, overcome with need and the trust she had in him. Holding his gaze, she shifted beneath him, one hand sinking into his muscled ass as she pulled him forward.

With a low groan he came up on an elbow to reach his free hand between them, found her clit and caressed it while the head of his cock lodged thick and hard just inside her. Instant pleasure suffused her, melting her bones like chocolate left out in the sun. Her eyes fluttered shut, a lovely floating sensation filling her.

She allowed her body to surrender to it, let herself drift on the tide. This was Marcus touching her. His weight pressing her into the bedding. And it changed everything.

His muscles bunched beneath her fingers, then he slowly thrust inside her. The fullness, the incredible heat magnified the pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to control her reaction, helpless as his every movement pushed her closer to the edge. All she could do was cling to him and trust him not to stop as he stroked her inside and out, hitting all her sweet spots at once.

Release rushed at her, taking her off guard. She shoved aside the need to distance herself from it, focusing on the feel of him, his scent. “Marcus…”

He lowered his head, brushed a tender kiss across her mouth. “Aye, love.” His voice was deep, almost guttural, and though she couldn’t open her eyes she could feel him watching her. Watching over her as he took her to the edge.

That image seared itself into her brain. She held onto it, to the way it intensified the sensation, and then she soared into oblivion, her cries drowning out the thud of her pulse in her ears.

MARCUS FOUGHT FOR breath, gritted his teeth at the need to plunge harder, faster, the need to come burning like fire at the base of his spine. Sweet Jesus, the look on her face just now, the feel of her clenching around him and the way she’d let go so completely in his arms, destroyed him.

She relaxed into the bed with a soft moan, her eyelids fluttering open. Her cheeks were flushed, those liquid dark eyes drowsy with pleasure, and the sated smile she gave him had his heart trying to punch out of his chest.

Leaning up to kiss him once, she unwound her legs from around him and pushed at his shoulders. “I want to watch you,” she whispered.

He feared he wouldn’t last as he withdrew and allowed her to settle him on his back. She pushed her hair over one shoulder and swung a leg across his body to straddle him.

Marcus didn’t know where to look first. He settled his hands on her hips, his muscles tight as tripwires as she leaned forward to tease his mouth with hers. He slid his hand into the cool silk of her hair, groaned into her mouth as she wriggled into place, closing a fist around him to bring him into position.

Then she sat back up, her eyes gleaming with pure female intent. He grabbed hold of her hips again, held his breath and bit back a throttled shout as she eased down on him, taking him deep inside her.

Pleasure ripped into him, brutal and swift. He didn’t remember closing his eyes, but then he was forcing them open, unwilling to miss a second as her teeth sank into her plump lower lip and she began to move. A slow, sinuous motion that was like some insanely erotic dance.

She swayed and undulated, pumping up and down his aching cock while the firelight kissed her smooth, golden skin. Her breasts bobbed with each movement, taut, dark coral nipples topping each one. Her belly was flat, the delicious outline of her abs flexing, and the soft, bare mound between her legs was so damn hot—

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