Page 165 of Defiant Beta

When he doesn’t respond, my gaze returns to him, and my mouth goes dry as I track each shirt button that he slowly pops open.

“I wanted to take my time with you,” he says, serious. “Prove to you that I won’t hurt you again.”

I’m breathless as he shrugs off his shirt, leaves it where it falls, and stalks toward me.

“But what?” I whisper.

My eyes track over his pecs, rippling muscles, and fix on the dark line of hair that disappears under the waistband of his pants. I retreat slightly, though I’m not afraid.

“There’s been something I’ve wanted to do to you since I caught you crawling across my classroom floor.”

The backs of my thighs hits the edge of my bed and I tip.

But he’s there, strong hands grasping me by the tops of my arms and drawing me inexorably against him until my breasts mash against his chest.

The kiss on the clock tower was meant to ease a hurt. His and mine.

This is luxurious. I moan as Vincent smooths his hands up and down my back and tucks me tighter against his growing erection. He groans as I rise to my toes and rub myself against him, needing his pants gone.

My eyes flutter shut as he slides his palms down over my back. His lips skim my collarbone. My breasts. My belly.

“Vincent?” I blink my eyes open, burying my hands in his hair, the dark strands so much softer than I thought they would be.

He’s on his knees in front of me, his mouth a couple of inches from my pussy.

When I think of what he’s about to do to me, my heart races.

"Turn," he quietly commands, catching me off guard.

I stare down at him, confused. “What?”

“You heard me.” There’s a challenge in his gaze. A dare.

“Fine.” I go along with it, staring at the wall, confused, until he presses a soft kiss on the globe of my ass and I hiss, sucking in a breath when he gently bites down.

“Shit,” I gasp.

I never thought I’d like someone biting me on the ass, but who knew?

He clasps me by my hips, holding me steady. I can tell he’s smiling when he kisses me, soothing the bite. “Do you know what I happened to see when I looked up from my laptop?”

I start to respond when his fingers stroke along the crease of my ass and he pushes the thong aside and kisses me there. My breath catches, and my heart stops, tension thrumming through me.

“This.” He kisses me again. “This perfect ass when you were crawling away from me. I thought I was in a dream.”

“You couldn’t have known it was me,” I whisper, curling my fingers into fists. My nails cut into my skin as anticipation licks at me. What is he going to do to me next?

I suck in a breath, gasping, moaning as his teeth nip tender flesh.

I want him to do that again. Need him to chase each sharp bite of pain with another of those sweet, lingering kisses.

“I knew.” He drags my thong down my legs, and I step out of it. “On the bed.”

I start to turn.

“No.” He stops me. “Like this.”

Hesitating for a second, I do what he wants, draping myself over the top of my pale purple comforter and fisting the sheets. I feel… exposed.

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