Page 35 of Catching His Runaway

I won’t let another man get near enough to touch her.

“Elijah wants to hurt you for his enjoyment.” Explaining the words slowly to keep my anger at bay, I lift her hand and kiss her pulse. Even hearing his name is enough to send it racing. “He doesn’t want you dead.”

Blinking up at me, she doesn’t pull out of my hold. “How do you know?”

“Iwanted the very same.” The truth rolls off my tongue with ease. There’s no point in lying to her. She deserves the truth.

However, I don’t want her to be afraid of me. Not like everyone else who gets near me. I want her to arch against my touch like she does and moan my name without anything holding her back.

Releasing her hand, my palms find her legs. Sliding them up her thighs, I sink them into the band of her shorts.

“I wanted to make you beg me for forgiveness. To make you apologize for plaguing my thoughts even years after your disappearance.” Blinking, I take in the skin right above the knot tied, keeping her shorts on her hips. She’s so smooth everywhere, my lips tingle just thinking about getting my mouth on her.

“What changed?” She’s breathless, lifting her hips once I start tugging.

She’s not looking scared now.

“You flipped everything upside down. Made me feel things. Things I can’t ignore. Not while you’re like this.”

Freeing her of her shorts, I’m left staring at gray panties with a damp spot darker than my soul. Whatever has a grip on my lungs squeezes hard enough to make me choke.

I want to tear them off so I can see her glistening pink folds. I don’t even care if she likes the pair, I’m not sure I’ll have the patience to wait long enough to peel them off of her.

She reaches between her legs and shakes me to my core as she pushes the strip to the side. “Like this?”

Her pussy is the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. It’s a crime I didn’t get a good look at it when I got her off before. Now that I’m looking at it, I’m mesmerized.

She knows what she’s doing to me. She has to.

Easing my jaw before it aches, I shake my head. “That creepy bastard wants you within his reach, but I’m not having it.”

Her nose wrinkles, and the disgust on her face is almost amusing enough to make me crack a smile.

“He won’t touch you again,” I promise as I lower myself to her stomach. Breathing in, her arousal hits me at full force, and I have to swallow at how quickly my mouth waters. Each time I inhale, my head spins, and my ability to think becomes harder and harder to do. “We’re going to take care of him. For what he’s done to you, I’ll do it.”

My voice is eerily calm compared to what I promised Urzo. After making my mind up, there’s no way I’ll let anyone else do the final blow. No one but the woman jerking against my mouth as I drift right over her pussy and kiss her thighs one at a time.

“Tell me you want me to solve your problems.” Biting her thigh and making her jerk, I lick the mark I’ve made and press another light kiss to it. “I’ll make him suffer, just say the fucking word.”

Her eyes widen and her fear lasts as long as it takes for me to drift my mouth toward her pussy. “Santino–”

“Valeria.” Growling out her name, another shiver wracks through her body. “Say the word.”

Her fingers find my hair, and she pulls me forward to eliminate what little space is left between my mouth and the state of her glistening lips. “I want him to hurt. I want him to feel the same fear I’ve felt for weeks. I… I want him dead.”

Using my tongue to find her clit, I wrap my lips around the nub and suck on it until she’s pulling my hair harder, moaning my name as I give her pleasure no other man will ever get the chance to. Even when I feel her walls fluttering against my tongue when I lap up her release when it starts to approach, I don’t let up until I’ve got my fill.

Reaching up to grab the annoying strip that is determined to get in my way, she moans as it tears with ease. She can’t complain, not when I’m lapping at her pussy like it’s the first meal I’ve had in days.

After tasting something this divine, I’m not even sure anything else will satisfy me the same way. I’m going to want to go down on her three times a day, maybe more if I’m feeling snackish.

What’s more addictive than the sweetness of her juices? The way she aches against my bed and whimpers my name as my tongue discovers just how sweet she tastes the deeper I lick.

I love the way she can’t decide if she wants to pull my hair to bring me closer, or tug my head back because she can’t handle all the attention she’s getting.

Moving my hands to her hips, I draw her closer, making it clear that I’m not going anywhere. While my taste buds thrive, I watch her body arch and curl in response.

She’s not even trying to keep her pleasures a secret. At this rate, she’s going to let the entire top of the home know what we’re doing in here.

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