Page 50 of Beautiful Vengeance

With every bit of reverence in him he lowered his mouth to her and began worshipping her with his lips and tongue. Kiyomi wound her hands in his hair and whispered his name. She tasted sweet yet tangy, and her soft gasps and moans made him drunk. Drunk on her, on her response to every caress.

When he plunged his tongue inside her she grabbed at the quilt and arched. Her head came up, those dark, sexy eyes watching him while he tasted her. He pulled his tongue out slowly then thrust back in, reveling in the way her mouth opened, a soft cry spilling from her lips.

He would gladly do this all day. Stay here on his knees pleasuring her this way, ignoring the pain in his hip and leg. He wanted to worship her. Show her exactly what she meant to him, let his actions prove his feelings in a way his earlier words might not have.

“Stop,” she finally gasped out, and pushed his head away.

He sat back on his heels, breathing fast. Before he could say anything she leaned forward to cover his lips with hers. Marcus wound his hands in her damp hair, sliding his tongue along hers, his cock trapped between them.

A second later Kiyomi suddenly released him to turn around and face the bed. Tossing her damp hair over her shoulder, she looked back at him with smoldering eyes as she slid a hand between her legs and wiggled her hips. “Get in me.”

His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth for a second while his brain caught up. Then he glanced around.Shite. “I don’t have any—”

“We don’t need one. I didn’t tell you before, but I got tested on my way to the UK.”

At the American military hospital in Germany when they’d stopped at Landstuhl to get her checked out and refuel.

She licked her lips. “I’m clean. And I can’t get pregnant.” She leaned forward onto one elbow, closed her eyes for a moment as she stroked herself, then nailed him with that sultry gaze that made his brain short-circuit. “Now get in me before I come without you.”

It was a miracle he didn’t explode on the spot.

Stepping up close behind her, he leaned forward, covering her back with his chest. His cock pressed tight to her slick core, all but killing him with the promise of the heated pleasure awaiting him.

Wrapping one hand around her hip, he guided himself into her, then gripped her other hip and leaned over her, his mouth on her neck. “Ready for me now, love?”

“Yes,” she breathed, pushing backward.

Closing his eyes, Marcus buried his face in the side of her neck and slid slowly inside her.

They both moaned. His hands tightened on her hips. He kissed her neck, the curve of her shoulder, scraping his teeth over the tender spot as he eased back and then surged forward again. A slow, steady rhythm, using her reaction and motions to guide him.

Her eyes were closed, soft, throaty moans filling the quiet as he worked her core, her fingers gliding over her clit. He reached around to help her and she grabbed hold of his hand, pressing his fingers to the slick nub.

“Oh, God, just like that,” she whispered, her hips surging in time with his.

It was incredible. The closeness, the slow, sensual build to explosion.

He lifted his chest from her back to watch through heavy-lidded eyes as the muscles along her spine flexed, the perfect heart-shape of her arse moving with him, her soft, slick folds closing around his cock with every thrust.Ahh, Christ…

Her thighs began to tremble. Kiyomi laid her cheek against the bed and closed her eyes, an expression of pure bliss on her face as she neared the edge. She was panting now, tiny groans coming from her as she thrust back to meet him a little faster, a little harder. Her core clenched around him, then her cry of ecstasy set him loose.

Marcus leaned back and gripped her hips as he thrust in and out, watching his cock disappear into her while she clamped around him. His eyes slammed shut as pleasure blasted up his spine. He threw his head back, barely managed to stifle his roar of release as the orgasm hit.

Still breathing hard when he could finally open his eyes again, he eased out of her and quickly turned her as he scooted her up the bed on her back. After grabbing a towel to clean them both up he crawled up beside her and pulled her into his arms with a groan of mingled contentment and relief.

Kiyomi draped a thigh across his middle and burrowed in close as the quiet hum of the ceiling fan registered and a wash of cool air bathed their damp skin. “Are you still mad?” she asked after a minute.

“Aye,” he murmured, eyes closed.

She kissed his chest. “I like makeup sex, though.”

He chuckled. “Me too.”

She cuddled closer, tucking her head beneath his chin. She fit so damn perfectly against him. Like she’d been made for him. “You matter to me too, you know.”

“Good.” He kissed the top of her head and hugged her tight. He was quiet a moment, thinking of what she’d said earlier now that his brain had blood supply again. “When you said you couldn’t get pregnant. Are you taking something?”

“I had a hysterectomy when I was seventeen.”

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