Page 42 of Wicked Angel

“You don’t know?” I moved to one knee, shoving the dress farther up as I bent before her and took a good long look at my future wife’s pussy. “I think you do. I think you want me to put my mouth on you.” I blew gently across her sex. It was so wet it was glistening. I could feel her muscles contract around my fingers as I said that. “Tell me you want me to fuck you with my tongue, I,” I said. “Tell me you want to come all over my face and then walk out there—in front of dozens of others and let me put my ring on your finger with the reminder that my tongue was in your cunt not but a few minutes before our wedding.”

I looked up just in time to see her head turn back and forth as she gasped and panted, the movements making her breasts shudder beneath the dress. Soon, I’d clamp them again, attach weights that would jerk and pull each time I fucked her. Her little noises weren’t good enough. I needed a verbal answer from her. I knew I would push her to her limits, possibly a little further, as I molded her. But hearing those words would make itperfect. To hear her want it, no,needit. That was what I ultimately craved. With a scowl, I shoved my fingers forward again, pushing them inside the tightest fucking pussy I’d ever touched, and hooked them just behind her pubic bone.

“Answer. Me.” I gritted the words out.

Tears sparkled in her eyes as she looked down at me. I didn’t care. No, that wasn’t quite right. Ididcare—I liked putting those tears there. I wanted to see more of them—on her face, on her cheeks, dripping black mascara all over those perfect features of hers.

“Say it,” I growled.

“Please, Gaven,” she whispered. “Please … I don’t … I need…”

“What do you need?” I asked, pressing my thumb over her clit and slowly starting to rub it. I wanted to give her everything she needed. All she had to do in return was give me her life and soul.

A shiver danced down her spine. Her whole body reacted to what I was doing to her, but I wasn’t nearly done. I wanted more. So much fucking more. I wanted to wreck her—my perfect, unsoiled dove.

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out on keeping myself from taking her right then and there. But she saved me from breaking down. When she sucked in her next breath, Angel’s hands reached down, one grabbing the lapel of my suit coat as the other clutched at her skirts to keep them up. It forced me to meet her gaze.

“Yes,” she panted. “I need something,anything. I want your mouth. I want your tongue in my pussy.Do it…”

That, I thought,would have to do. “As my bride commands,” I muttered as I jerked away from her hold and quickly pulled my fingers from her pussy. I pushed her legs up and out and settled each of her feet on the edge of the table. Leaning forward, I blew another soft breath across the wetness of her juicy, dripping cunt right before I dipped my head and tongued her opening.

I kissed the slick skin, lapping at her as a shudder rolled through her body. One delicate hand moved to my head, fingernails scraping against my scalp as I drifted up and sucked her rosy clit between my lips. She gasped and bucked against my face, her hand turning rigid as she trembled at my touch.

Licking. Sucking. Kissing. I drove her up the precipice of an orgasm only to slowly let her fall back down. It was a heady thing, having Evangeline Price under my control, under my sexual tutelage. Only when a knock sounded on the other side of the door did I finally pry my mouth from her sweet pussy.

“Sir? Miss?” a feminine voice called from the other side of the wood. “The guests are waiting…”

Angel’s body stiffened, only this time, it wasn’t due to pleasure. Fuck—that servant was destroying everything I’d hoped to build. If it hadn’t been for Angel’s open, sopping wet pussy before me, I might have removed the gun from the back of my pants and opened the door to kill whoever was on the other side.

“Gaven…” My bride’s voice was accompanied by the gyration of her hips against my chin and lips. I blinked, shocked, and diverted my gaze from the door to her. I was sure she’d ask me to stop, but instead, she bit her lip and then gently pressed my head down more.

I reached back and grabbed her hand. She would have to learn that her pleasure couldn’t be sought, only given, and only by me. “Keep your eyes on me,” I growled.

She nodded sharply, inhaling as I lowered my face back to her cunt and then pressed three fingers to her entrance as I took her clit between my teeth. Her pussy squeezed around me as her mouth popped open. Her skin heated and her body moved to my unspoken commands.

I didn’t care who was fucking waiting. Her father. The wedding party. Hell, the entire Price Syndicate could be on the other side of that door, and I wouldn’t give a single shit. What I was focused on was the way her tight cunt wrapped around my fingers and squeezed as I pumped them inside of her, feeling the way she pulsated against my skin. A groan worked up my chest. Hunger. Desire. Need. From not just her, but me as well.

I fucked her with my fingers, pulling them out and shoving them back in harder than necessary, yet she didn’t seem to mind. No, instead, she responded beautifully. Quiet moans left her lips and rose to my ears. I was greedy for them, loved them, and I wanted more. Without a second thought, I dove for her pussy and locked my lips around her clit, flicking it with my tongue in a way that had her back arching off of the table and her lips parting on a muffled scream.

I sucked, licked, and nibbled at the little bundle of nerves until her thighs were quaking on either side of my head and her hands were tightening in my hair. Her breathy moans grew louder as she reached the final peak of the orgasm I’d been denying her since we started.

“Ah!”

Before she was done, I rose up and gripped her, slamming my mouth over hers. My tongue was soaked with the juice from her pussy and I didn’t hesitate to push it forward, letting her taste her own desire for me. She didn’t balk. Instead, she opened to me and sucked her own essence into her mouth. My cock practicallypoundedagainst theinside of my pants. Nevertheless, I needed to stop. I needed control—something that was in limited supply when it came to her.

It took everything I had to pull away from her. “Enough,” I said, practically panting. I reached for her dress and began righting it—pulling her tiny white thong back into place and her skirts down. “It’s time.”

She gaped at me, a little shaken and stunned as I helped her adjust herself.This is it. My last look at her before she officially becomes mine.Her skin was flushed. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused in the wake of the orgasm I just forced upon her.

What a fucking glorious sight it was.

18

ANGEL

My heart pounded in my chest, my body trembling as I was ushered into one of the parlor rooms on the bottom floor of my family’s estate, where my father was waiting. Electricity hummed in my veins. Every nerve ending in my body had been awakened by Gaven’s sinful, dominating touch.

Why the hell had I let him do that? Why had I responded?The answer to my questions evaded me, making my head feel murky and my confusion more pronounced.

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