Page 59 of Hunted Vengeance

When her body begins to relax, and I hear her breathing return to normal, I know she’s coming down from her orgasm. My tongue moves lazily against her, gently swirling her sensitive clit. Her fingers tighten and then release their grasp on my hair.

Shifting to her thigh, I touch my lips to the inside of her leg before I glide my body up hers. I reach for the buckle at my waist and tug it open, then shove my pants down as far as I can, along with my boxers, to free myself.

I’m rock-hard and ready.

Placing one of my palms against the mattress next to her face, I slide the other one behind her neck and grip her gently there as I look down into her eyes. I want to see her and watch her while I’m moving inside of her body.

“You will never be scared again, Colette. You will never have to worry about him or anyone else hurting you. You’re mine now—forever.”

COLETTE

I’m his—forever.

I wish I could believe his words. As much as I want to, I can’t yet. Maybe one day, we can learn to trust each other fully. When he slides inside of me, all thoughts of trust and forever escape my mind.

“Press your shins against my ribs, baby,” Merrick rasps.

I lift my legs and do just that, stifling a moan at the way he slips a little deeper inside of me. He rolls his hips as he slowly moves, allowing me to get used to his intrusion. He stretches me, fitting perfectly within me.

I curl my fingers around his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He looks into my eyes, staring at me as if he’s trying to see inside my soul. He keeps a rhythm that makes it easy to climb higher and higher toward my release.

It’s slow and steady, the perfect amount of pressure as he rolls his hips and grinds his pelvis against my clit with each downstroke. His jaw is clenched as if he’s holding back. I know he is. He’s taken me a million times harder than this.

“Merrick,” I breathe.

His head jerks without his eyes moving from mine. “Colette,” he hisses.

“Harder.”

He grunts and, to my surprise, does just what I’ve demanded. But it isn’t just him fucking me. He starts to talk, and I realize that being in this room, this is the most we’ve spoken to one another—ever.

And I like it.

If he needs to be inside of me while we communicate, I think I can be okay with that—more than okay, actually.

“That man is pure evil,” he murmurs, lowering his face so his lips touch mine.

His breathing turns labored and panting as he continues to slam into my body harder with each thrust. It feels amazing. It sends tingles throughout my entire body that let me know I’m alive.

“Please,” I breathe against his lips. “More.”

I’ve never really asked Merrick for much, but when he releases his hold on my hair and sits up on his knees, gripping my hips with each of his hands, I gasp because he begins to use my body to jack his cock.

No longer is he fucking me. He’s using me to fuck him. I grab the edge of the mattress to brace myself. Merrick’s hips thrust into me at the same time he pulls me down.

It’s hard and fast. It’s deep and perfect. It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Closing my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh. I’m climbing again, clawing my way to the top of the mountain. I’m ready to fall over the edge, to come again.

Opening my eyes, I sink my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip as I reach forward, slipping my hands beneath his shirt. I can feel his flexed abs beneath my fingertips and scratch my nails down to where our bodies meet.

“Touch yourself, Colette. I want you to make yourself come on my cock.”

I don’t hesitate because I know exactly how good this man makes me feel. I’m hanging on by a thread, so close, but then again, I can tell he is, too, and he’s about to find his release. He doesn’t want to finish without me, even if it’s my second time tonight.

“I thought you were taken from me again,” he grinds out.

My fingers swirl around my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure the same way Merrick did earlier, and then it happens. I close my eyes and every muscle in my entire body tenses. My lips part, and I come.

Merrick doesn’t stop. He continues to thrust forward while pulling my hips down. Over and over. My clit is so sensitive that I can do nothing other than whimper as my orgasm continues to move throughout my body.

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