Page 54 of Forbidden Vengeance

She notices where my gaze is and her face flushes. “I couldn’t just rewear my old underwear,” she protests. “They were disgusting.”

Her hands begin to slip towards the edge of the dresser and she twists like she’s trying to face me.

I tear my hands off her again and slam them down against hers, pressing them back into the dresser.

“Mario—”

Instead of answering her, I roll my hips forward, pressing myself against her, but it offers no relief. My hands move to her hips, pulling her back against me each time my hips roll forward.

“That’s good, Elena,” I say, watching as her eyes begin to close again. I sigh, my own eyes sliding shut as I press my forehead against her shoulder. “So good.”

I let loose one, shuddering sigh before I sink to my knees. Elena is panting above me, feet shifting as she tries to look down to see me, but with my arms on either side of her and her hands on the dresser, she can’t quite get a glimpse of me.

Which is for the best because I can feel my eyes going wide, tongue swiping out to wet my lips. I’m ravenous, and my hands go to the backs of her legs, pressing my palms to her calves and coasting up. My thumbs trace circles on the backs of her knees.

“This is fuckingrude,” Elena hisses. “You’re taunting me.”

“Such a fast learner,” I murmur, hands rising to curve over her ass. I squeeze at the rounded curve in front of me before I hook my fingers into the briefs and slowly tug them down.

“That’s not fair,” Elena says breathlessly. “You still have your pants on.”

“Life isn’t fair,” is all I say before I get up and grab her, moving her towards the bed. She shrieks and clutches onto me, but it’s not long before I’ve crossed the room and deposited her onto the king-sized mattress.

She’s bare in front of me, her thighs spread. I lower myself again onto my knees, my mouth on the inside of her thigh. My lips inch up towards the juncture of her thigh as her hips begin to shift.

I press a soft kiss against her before allowing my tongue to stroke up against her clit. Elena gasps, heels digging into the bed as she almost jolts away from the contact, but my arm wraps around her one thigh and the other comes down across the front of her stomach to keep her still.

The lightsmackfrom the impact sends my pulse into a frenzy.

Fuck, she tastes so good. Nothing has ever come close to this, to lapping at the very stars with the blade of my tongue as I begin to pleasure her with my mouth.

Flicking my tongue across her or sucking at her clit, I didn’t care as long as I could get thatexactmoan from her again. My cheeks are wet as I let go of her thigh to use my fingers to spread her even further. So I can press my face closer.

Her thighs squeeze against both sides of my head as I slip a finger back inside her. I look up so I can see her. She has a hand over her mouth as she writhes underneath my touch.

That won’t do.

“Let me hear you,” I say, removing my mouth from her.

Elena’s heels dig into my shoulders as she lifts a shaking hand from her mouth and thrusts it through my hair. She pulls so hard that it smarts but the sound of a trembling moan from her mouth is reward enough so I place my mouth back on her pussy.

She bucks up into me, hips rocking against my face as I stroke my fingers inside her, my tongue swirling against her. The sound of her moans is dulled by her thighs pressing against my ears, but it’s sogood. The taste of her and the feel of her makes me feel like I’m drowning in a sea of stars.

My hips begin to thrust against the bed as if I’m no fucking better than a teenager. All I want is more, would gladly suffer my own destruction if it tastesthissweet.

I keep licking at her until her voice breaks and her head is thrown back. I can’t keep my eyes off her as her thighs begin to shake around me and her back arches off the bed.

Elena comes, and even as my fingers slow inside her and I rake my tongue over her to taste her orgasm all I can think is that I want to see it a million more times.

Her head snaps up as I reluctantly pull away from her, and she looks down at me. Her chest heaves from her breaths, and I smooth my hands over her thighs as her breath returns to a normal rate.

“Stop smiling,” she orders, but with how breathless it sounds, all of the bite is gone.

I smirk and brush a finger over her clit. Her knee jerks up.

“Still so sensitive,” I murmur, but I slowly lower her legs back onto the bed and crawl over her. I press a soft kiss to her lips and delight blooms in my chest when she moans against my mouth.

“Take off your clothes,” she says into the kiss.

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