Page 90 of Vendetta

The smile that bloomed across his face made my knees weak.

His lips crashed down on mine, kissing me fiercely as his hand sunk into the back of my messy ponytail, tilting my head back to get a better angle.

He kept the kiss slow and controlled as he explored every inch of me, taking his time. I melted under his touch, sparks erupting over my skin everywhere his hands roamed.

“I’m all yours. I’ve been yours longer than you think,” he whispered against my lips, his hand cupping my cheek as he held me like I was the most precious thing in the world. “You’re my kryptonite.”

Our lips met once more, my hands slipping under the hem of his hoodie and exploring his smooth chest, needing to feel every inch of him.

“I’m just sorry that it took me longer than it should have to realize it. But I will spend the rest of my life making up for that,” he continued, our lips breaking apart as he trailed soft kisses down my neck, nipping lightly at the spot where my neck and shoulder connected.

I leaned my head back against the wall, the lingering adrenaline from Cashton’s arrival causing my skin to feel hypersensitive to his touch. A tingle ran down between my legs as he lowered himself to his knees, kissing his way down my stomach.

He kissed me over my swimsuit bottoms before pulling them down my legs, allowing me to step out of them before he grabbed one of my legs and hooked it over his shoulder. He was so tall that even with him on his knees, I had to raise onto my toes on my remaining leg, struggling to keep my foot on the ground as he buried his face into me.

A gasp escaped my throat, my eyes slamming shut as pleasure shot through me. He slid his thick tongue down my slit, lapping up the wetness there before making its way up to my sensitive clit, his mouth clamping shut around it. He nipped and sucked, his tongue demanding as he circled my clit over and over to the point where I didn’t think that I could take it anymore.

He grabbed my other leg, throwing it over his other shoulder as he picked me off the ground completely, his arms wrapping around my thighs to spread me wider for him. I arched against the wall, my hips grinding into his face as he continued the assault, pleasure building steadily as I approached my climax.

Reaching up with one of his hands, he pushed my bikini up to expose my breast, his large hand cupping one of thempossessively before rubbing his thumb over my nipple. He rolled the hardened peak between his fingers, gently at first, and then pinching it hard enough to send a jolt of pain through me. That was all I needed to push me over the edge, my climax racing through me as my moans echoed through the apartment.

I felt myself spasm in his grip, his tongue me up as I soaked his face. Euphoria and bliss took over my senses, my body going lax in his hold.

“Oh wow…” I whispered through labored breaths. “I missed you.”

He stood up, readjusting us to where my legs wrapped around his waist rather than shoulders and carrying me out to the outdoor terrace.

“I’m not even close to being done with you yet, princess,” he replied, a wicked smile on his face.

Laying me down on one of the cushioned two-seater lawn chairs, he pulled off his shirt and hoodie before lowering himself back down over me, his shorts coming off next. He was inside of me in the next moment, my eyes rolling back as he slowly drove himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Have I ever told you how perfect you are?”

I dragged his face down to mine, kissing him passionately as he continued to work inside of me. It wasn’t long before I came once more, my climax dragging him to the edge with me.

We lay there together for a while, the reality hitting me that Cashton was in Paris. He was here, in my apartment, telling me that he loved me and that he was here to stay. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

“Wait,” I shot up in my seat. “What did you do with Tomahawk?”

He chuckled, flipping over onto his back and bringing his arms behind his head.

“He’s with Liv and Bex, they should be here late tomorrow evening. I took the liberty of reaching out to Pete, I hope you don’t mind. He left Paris early this morning to fly back to the states, he’ll take a few hours to rest and then he agreed to turn right back around and bring all of them here. Figured that you probably missed your friends. They can’t stay more than a few days, but they’re excited to see our new place.”

Butterflies took flight in my stomach at his use of ‘our place’.

“And why aren’t you flying with them?” I asked.

He offered me a cheeky smile, that dimple that I love so much making an appearance.

“I didn’t want to wait,” he winked.

I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face as I laid back down, curling into his chest.

“So, you’re really here to stay?”

Gently grabbing my cheek, he turned my face to meet his eyes.

“I will follow you wherever you go. I love you, Landry. I loved you long before I even realized it, I love you now, and I will continue to love you for the remainder of my time on earth and thereafter.”

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