Page 10 of V for Vindictive

Keeping our gazes locked, Sloan cleaned his finger, tongue swirling around in plain view of my greedy eyes. Another torturous throb echoed between my legs. It’d been a while since I was this turned on. His eyes shifted down before he slid his hand across my wetness again, his otherhand dragging me down into a kiss. I tasted myself on him, and it only made my pulse throb harder.

Moaning, my hips undulated, eager to satisfy the tension. And Sloan didn’t make me suffer long. He penetrated me two fingers deep, knowing right away how to bring me pleasure and never hesitating. Sliding his mouth close to my ear, Sloan nibbled my lobe with his teeth, breathing wet heat. “You taste as good as I thought you would.”

I moaned without meaning to. “What—?”

Devilish smirk intensifying, Sloan grabbed my face and drove his tongue into my mouth in time with his fingers, making my question morph into moans. “Let me take care of you,” he said, voice gravelly.

Our lips fused briefly before Sloan’s thumb circled deliciously over my clit again, this time with purpose, and my hips unintentionally bucked. With my thighs quaking, a gasp fled my mouth and I rode out the violent, world-ending waves of sensation. I flattened my hands on the roof of the car to keep my head from colliding with it while Sloan’s fingers continued their relentless torture.

Noises fled my mouth that didn’t even sound like me, not that I really heard anything at all. Pretty tough to focus when I was being plowed by pleasure that was otherworldly. I hadn’t realized how much I needed to feel the familiar pleasure, but I came undone the second it took hold of my body. I surrendered modesty and morality just to succumb to it.

“I’m worried you’re not going to last long at this rate,” Sloan murmured, kissing me with the intention to dominate my mouth. Another one of my heady moans was quickly smothered by his powerful kiss, and I clung to Sloan like I was afraid I’d fall.

Because Iwasafraid. I was terrified of how easily I gave in.

The Brit’s panting breaths were in my ears, and the fact that he breathed at all was enough for me. It meant I wasn’t the only person too far gone at this point.

Everything in my lower body was tense, the vicious waves of pleasure nearly too much to register, and I fought to keep off the edge. But it was hopeless. No surprise, Sloan was a fucking genius with his fingers, and I didn’t stand a chance.

My chest hitched and Sloan’s forehead was forcibly pressed into my breasts as I violently came only minutes after he started. I had to clasp his arm to keep him from thrusting into me anymore, and his cute little chuckle was lost to the sea of ecstasy I was drowning in.

Mortification quickly swept in after I came off the high of my orgasm. Especially when Sloan licked his fingers clean with me still sat on his lap, my breathing loud enough to assault my own ears. The only solace I took out of the mortifying seconds afterwards was the hard length pressed between my legs.

Sloan was hard. Forme. He wantedme. And after the amazing things his fingers had done, I’d gladly give him anything he wanted.

Gaze dropping, I hesitantly touched the hard rise in his pants and watched as Sloan’s entire chest and stomach constricted. Then his pupil-blown irises were back on me. Watching my expression carefully, he undid the zip and button of his pants. I didn’t stop him or even help. I was mesmerized by his eager hands freeing himself from the confines of his trousers.

Our stares connected, and Sloan’s jaw clenched before I heard fabric tearing. My lust-addled brain took a second to figure out what it was, and then I watched Sloan toss my underwear into the backseat. With anotherdownward slide of my eyes, I took in the sight of his cock standing at the ready.

He’s fucking huge. Will that even fit?

The Brit’s voice beckoned my gaze back to his. “Can I, pet?” the blue-eyed Hunter asked, his voice bottoming out. “Because I want to.” His hand sunk into his messy dark hair before he brushed it away from his eyes, chest tautening. “It’s maddening how much I want you, V. It might not seem like it, love, but I’d wanted to take it slow with you.”

It was clear how much Sloan blamed himself for the situation we were now in, but as I was quickly discovering, there wasn’t aslowpace when it came to me and relationships. I was just as eager to consummate this thing between us as he was, and maybe that made me shameless and a total ho-ho, but who the fuck cared? What woman in her right mind would say no to this beautiful and incredibly kind man? I wanted him. Needed him, even. If anything, his obvious worry and consideration made me want him more.

Swallowing around a sudden lump of nervousness in my throat, I lifted off his thighs and crawled over his legs, taking charge. Grabbing strong hold of his shoulder with one hand, I angled his much-too-large cock with my other hand. His mouth opened, but I didn’t wait. I sunk down onto him without warning, surprising myself, and the way his body visibly constricted and his eyes shut told me he hadn’t expected it either.

The new but familiar sensation of something filling every space inside was like satisfying a craving I’d been suffering for months. It was perfect, and I wanted more of it.

Neededmore of it.

Thank God Kate encouraged me to get birth control last year, not that I needed it since Nigel was infuriatingly anti-touch. Also, as a geneticanomaly, I likely couldn’t have kids on my own thanks to those bastards who created me. Still, a girl could never be too careful.

The tension in Sloan’s body made me worry he hadn’t wanted it for a second, and I hesitated, the twist in my gut fucking brutal. But then the sexy Brit growled and kissed me like it was his intention to devour me whole. His hands worked me over his throbbing length, and I barely caught my breath long enough to moan or gasp.

It was a wild pace that stole my thoughts and flushed my body with electric heat. Our skin meeting reverberated in my ears, and I clung to the other Hunter, terrified of the pleasure he was giving me.

I hated to admit how different it was with Sloan—so different I didn’t know what to do or how to respond, just hang on for dear life as ecstasy so goddamn overwhelming that it veered on painful took my body hostage with every thrust.

Head flying back, my thighs squeezed and my orgasm swept out like a tsunami of sensation over my body, much too quick for my liking.

Sex with Phillip always got me off, but it was a whole other world with Sloan. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was like once would never be enough.

The euphoric rush of my orgasm was starting to ebb away when I felt Sloan slow his thrusts, his grip on my waist punishing but gentle. A low groan escaped his mouth, his chest contracting sharply, then he stiffened against me.

It was beautiful to watch the normally in-control Hunter come undone. His body flushed with the most gorgeous red I’d ever seen. And superior Hunter senses meant I felt it all: the rush of heat like I was being bathed from the inside out, the body-wide shudder everywhere we touched, thethrobbing constriction of his cock as he came, andfuck, it felt so damn good.

Breathing out, Sloan wrapped his arms around me, hugging me close, his wet cheek pressed against my chest. Honestly, it was so sweet that I nearly said something about it. But the nagging urge to keep going brought me full circle when Sloan withdrew, his head beaded with sweat. I dropped a kiss on his parted mouth, and it twisted into a knowing smile.

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