Page 61 of Forbidden Vengeance

She shivers as I carefully peel each electrode from her skin, the heart monitor giving one final protest before falling silent. The moment the last one comes off, she’s pulling me back down, kissing me like she can erase every dark confession with the press of her lips.

“You sure about this?” I ask, even as my hands slip beneath her nightgown. “The doctor said?—”

She silences me with another fierce kiss. “I said shut up, Mario.”

Who am I to argue with that?

Moving my hands away from her warm body, I slip them beneath her ass to pull her forward, wrapping her legs around my torso. I push her down onto the bed, grinding my hips into her.

Let her feel how much I want her.

I slide my fingers up along the outside of her thighs, her nightgown bunching up around my wrists. Growling, I tug at the sides of her panties. It’s a fucking joke that she still has them on.

“Someone’s impatient,” Elena says as she pulls back, giggling lightly.

My gaze falls on her kiss-swollen lips and her darkened eyes and the hunger I feel for her grows, evolving into something bottomless.

“Shut up,” I say dumbly.

Elena laughs again before leaning back onto both elbows. She pulls one leg up so it’s bent at the knee against the side of the bed. The other leg is pulled up to the mattress, creating more space between her thighs, and revealing the soft pink of her panties beneath the hem of her nightgown.

“I’m going to fuck you with my mouth,” I growl before I lower myself down onto my hands and knees.

“Such dirty words,” Elena murmurs as her fingers spear through my hair. She slides forward enough so she can rest one of her heels against my shoulder blade and then gently guides my face forward.

Hooking a finger around her panties, I shove them aside and stroke my tongue along her pussy from her entrance to her clit. The taste of her spreads over my tongue and it takes everything in me to not fucking finish right there.

Fuck, she feels so good.

I do it again as my hands spread over the outside of her thighs, pulling her flush to my face. My tongue strokes over her a few more times before I begin to suck at her clit, flicking the tip of my tongue over it just to hear her sigh above me.

“Fuck, Mario,” Elena says, sinking back onto her elbows. Her head falls back and I look up to see how the arch of her back pulls the nightgown taut over her breasts. My lips close over her clitand I lave at it until her hips are rocking up against my mouth. “Sogood.”

Those words are my unleashing. I haul her forward in one swift pull, my fingertips creating indentations in her skin. She yelps and falls back against the bed. Normally, I would ask if she’s okay, but I’m too fucking gone at this point. I lift her ass up off the bed so I can shove my face right up against her. Elena swings her other leg up and over my shoulder so both heels dig into my skin.

But I don’t care because she tastes sofuckinggood. The room is filled with Elena moaning my name, singing my praises. Her moans come first as these little whines, but she tries to press them between her lips like flowers in the page of a book. Then, her breath comes as enchanting little pants and the muscles in her belly tense.

I wrap one arm around the back of her thigh to spread my palm over her abdomen, just to feel. The flutter of her muscles when I drive my tongue into her dripping pussy and roll my head from one side to the other so her clit catches on the ridge of my nose drives me crazy.

Elena groans above me, one hand gripping the mattress while the other searches clumsily for my own hand, where it rests over her navel. Her fingernails rake over my wrist before she grabs it tightly in her fist.

“Holy shit,” Elena gasps.

I can’t help it. I grin against her pussy and her heels dig sharply into my back. I wince and I think I see a flicker of a smile on her face. I hum then, all humor leaving me as I continue to work her pussy. Her wetness spreads across my cheeks and drips down my chin.

Elena may be saying something, but I’m not able to make it out. All I focus on is sucking and licking at her like she’s the last drop of water in a desert. I feel the first shake of her thighs asthey squeeze around my ears. Her fingers pull sharply at my hair and her voice is a high, a keening moan as she comes against my mouth.

I lick through each rolling wave of her orgasm and don’t stop until I feel her try to push me away. I pull away like coming up from the crest of the ocean for air. My breath comes out of me in little huffs as I tilt my face back to look at her, but my gaze keeps getting pulled back in the direction of her pretty pussy—soaking wet and swollen with need.

Elena yanks on my shirt, and I allow myself to rise up and sit on the bed. She reaches for my shirt and roughly tugs it over my head, tossing it somewhere else. Then she pushes me back until I’m laying against the bed and she’s crawling over me.

“How did I taste?” Elena asks, her eyes practically glittering.

“Like honey,” I answer honestly, stroking my hands up and down the back of her thighs.

Elena snorts. “Such a corny answer,” she teases, but then she pushes herself up onto her knees and tugs her nightgown over her head, exposing her beautiful breasts to me. She tosses the nightgown over my face, and then I feel her fingers tugging at my pants and boxers as she tugs them down, down, down.

She wraps her hand around my cock and I hiss, tearing her nightgown away from my face.

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