Page 109 of The Devil's Torment

She stays at the controls until we approach a tricky inlet leading to the spot I’ve picked for lunch—a picturesque coastal town that’s typical of southern England. I drop the main sail and use the motor to steer us into the mooring.

We find a quaint tea shop up a small side street that’s happy to accommodate Penny, and order lunch. Victoria’s appetite suffered after her brush with death, and she’s lost weight, but the way she tucks into her portion of fish and chips is evidence her appetite is making a comeback. After lunch, we take Penny for a walk along the seafront, but as Victoria slows down, and her breathing becomes labored, I make the decision to head back to the boat.

“Do we have to leave straight away?” Victoria asks once we’re back on board.

“We don’t have to do anything we don’t want to.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders and kiss her temple. “What were you thinking?”

She looks up at me with expectation in her eyes, runs her tongue along her bottom lip, and drops her gaze to my mouth.

“No.”

Air escapes her flared nostrils, and her lips flatten. “I’m fine, Nicholas.”

“You’re still recuperating. Look how that walk tired you out. No.”

“I mean…” She flutters her eyelashes at me and palms my dick. Starved of her touch, it hardens. “We don’t have to have vigorous sex. There are other things we can do that won’t over-tax me.”

Her fingers flex, gripping me. I groan. “Half-pint, you’re not making this easy.”

“That’s the plan.” She releases me and walks downstairs, where the living quarters are. I close my eyes and sigh.

I’m fucking pussy whipped, and you know what? I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

Ducking my head to avoid the frame, I follow her. When I enter the living room, Victoria is lying on the couch. Her jeans and a lacy pair of black knickers are on the floor, and her legs are wide open.

Fuck. Me.

“In the interests of time.” She trails her tongue over her top lip and runs a heated gaze over me. “You have some catching up to do.”

“Where’s Penny?” I’m not doing this with the fucking dog looking on.

“I put her in the kitchen.”

My eyes fall to the apex of her thighs. Christ, she’s soaked already. “We could move this to the bedroom, you know?”

“Oh, I know. But here feels more… urgent.” She beckons me forward. “I want this. I want you.”

No need to beg me twice. I kneel on the couch, pick up her legs, and place them on my shoulders. Gripping her arse, I lift her to my mouth, groaning at the scent of her. All the dirty thoughts I’ve suppressed these last few weeks spill out of me.

“You want my tongue in your cunt, don’t you, Half-pint?” I bury my nose in her soft curls and breathe in.

“Yes,” she gasps. “So much.”

“How much? Tell me.”

I’m tormenting her, and myself, but if I don’t delay this, I’ll devour her in seconds, and this will be over far too soon.

“Nicholas.” She grabs my head and tries to force me onto her. I resist.

“Tell me,” I growl. “Give me your words. Let me hear how much you want this.”

“I’ll die if you don’t make me come.”

“How do you want me to make you come?”

“God, Nicholas.” She grabs my hair and tugs on the roots. “Lick me, suck me, bite me. Just do it, or you’ll be the one who dies.”

A chuckle rumbles through my chest. “You’re drenched, Half-pint. Give me your cum, baby, then I’ll give you mine.”

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