Page 115 of Revenge & Ruin

His hands massage and grapple and stroke and tease. One moment, they’re tangled in my hair, holding onto my neck so that he can deepen a kiss that seems to have no end. The next, they’re spreading my legs and rubbing my throbbing core, so sinfully I could scream.

And I do. Loudly, as I spread against the wall like his own personal feast.

When he sinks to his knees to bite up the inside of my leg, I can feel myself dripping. He laps it up with his tongue.

“You aredivine.”

The words hum across my skin as he moves up and up, closer and closer.

Then he licks me, laps up my juices and lets his tongue circle my clit over and over and over and over and…

“Oh, God.”

“He’s not here,” he hums against my throbbing core.

I can’t take it anymore. I need something, anything to satisfy the frustration. Friction. I need friction. I need his considerable length between my thighs, pounding into me repeatedly until I forget my own name.

I move my hand down, a poor substitute, but he just slaps it away, perfectly content with teasing me until I’m completely and utterly ruined.

It won’t do.

I wait until he attacks me again, perfectly distracted by the taste, the noises he draws out of me. Then I move, abruptly tearing myself away from the wall. Narrowly, avoiding his grasping hands, I run.

I run as far as I can. I turn around when I reach the bed, watching how he stalks toward me with that tightened jaw.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you look at me like that,” I goad him as I lean back onto the bed.

As he approaches, I place a firm foot on his chest. “You’re going to fuck me now. No more playing.”

He instantly turns his face to kiss my ankle. “I love it when you tell me what to do.”

“Then remove your fucking pants.”

With a groan, he does as he is told. I immediately begin to salivate as his cock is released, hard and thick with desire for me. It’s too easy to remember how it tastes, how it feels to be fucked in the mouth.

Teo notices my hungry stares. “I thought you didn’t want to play anymore?”

It’s a snap decision to lean forward and run my tongue all the way up his shaft.

He hisses, and the sound goes straight to my core.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to play withyou.”

I lean in again, intent on wrapping my lips around his sensitive tip to try and draw out another luxurious hiss.

But his hands wind into my hair and pull me back to the bed.

He’s on top of me a moment later, and without missing a beat, he plunges into me, filling me up entirely until he’s seated to the hilt.

The sudden intrusion is gloriously received. Finally, finally, the need for friction is relieved. Stars begin to spot in my vision as a sound erupts from my lips that I’ve never made before.

Then he moves. God, he moves, and the sound keeps coming, and my desire builds in time with the slapping of our skin and he picks up the pace, faster and faster and faster.

I think I might be pulled in and out of consciousness. There’s a ringing in my ears that ebbs and flows, distorting the flow of time.

The only thing that’s real is that he’s inside of me, constantly slamming against my walls but unable to break me while I’m transported to another reality.

Only for it to snap the second his lips crash into mine. He resuscitated me, only for every feeling, every desire, every touch to overwhelm me all at once.

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