Page 49 of Sworn to Revenge
I kick the door shut behind us and lay her on the bed, her body arching beneath mine as I lean over her. For the first time in forever, the chaos in my mind stills. There’s only her—only this moment.
“I want you,” she whispers hoarsely, causing me to curse under my breath.
“Fucking. Sexy. Fucking.Mine.” I growl, slowly peeling away the tiny lace fabric that’s barely covering the masterpiece of her body before me. She lets out small moans with every touch of my fingers on her skin.
Her pink nipples are exposed to me, already hard, peeking out from the ends of her long red hair, splayed across the bed.A. Work. Of. Art.
She reaches for my zipper, sliding it down and letting my pants fall to the floor, leaving me leaning over her in just my shirt and black boxers, which are threatening to tear at any moment with the erection straining against them.
My hand glides along her stomach, her skin impossibly soft, like silk warmed by the sun. The heat radiating from her body draws me in, every nerve in my fingertips alive with her touch. As I slide her shorts and underwear down, leaving her bare beneath me, I’m struck by how utterly perfect she looks—vulnerable and powerful all at once, completely at my mercy.
She bites her lip, her gaze dropping to the strained fabric of my boxers. The intensity in her eyes sends a jolt of electricity through me, making every muscle in my body tighten. For a moment, I hesitate, caught between my overwhelming need for her and the gnawing question in the back of my mind.
“This is the last thing I want to ask, and the last thing I want to know. But I need to.” I stop everything, even as her body presses up against me, her soft moans calling to me.
“I need you…” she pleads, almost begging.
I groan in frustration. I feel like a fucking coward, but I’m not about to make any more mistakes with her. “Is this your first time?”
She chuckles, her eyes glazed over with desire as she reaches for my neck, pulling my face close to hers. “As a mermaid, definitely not. As a human, yes. Don’t go easy on me—I’m not made of glass.”
I give her a wicked smile. That little request shattered all my barriers.I’m her fucking first.
I take her wrists gently, pinning them above her head, her pulse fluttering beneath my touch. My lips find the curve of her neck, tracing the soft line with my tongue before I suck gently at her skin, just enough to leave a mark—a claim on the flawless canvas of her body. Her soft whimper fillsthe air, and it’s all I can do not to lose myself completely in her.
Her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer, her nails raking lightly along my back as I kiss my way down to her collarbone. I pause, absorbing the way her chest rises and falls, each breath heavy and intoxicating.
When I take her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the soft, pink peak, her body trembles beneath me. “Pedro…” she whispers my name, and the sound is more powerful than any spell, more addictive than any drug.
I smile against her skin, dragging my teeth lightly over the sensitive bud before letting my tongue flick against it again. Her fingers tighten in my hair, her quiet moans turning into desperate, breathless pleas.
“Please…” she begs, her voice barely above a whisper. But I take my time, wanting to enjoy every second of this. I’ve never been one to rush through anything worth savoring, and she’s no exception. My hand glides down slowly, teasing her most sensitive spot with feather-light touches, feeling her body tremble beneath me.
She arches her back, desperate for more, but I’m not giving in just yet. I want to feel every inch of her unravel beneath my fingertips. I let my fingers trace lazy circles against her, earning a gasp from her lips. Her nails dig into my shoulders as her legs tighten even stronger around me.
“Fuck, Bay…” I mutter, my voice hoarse with restraint. Her body moves instinctively against my hand, chasing the release she’s craving. I can feel how wet she is, how ready she is, but I still hold back. I’m going to take my time making her mine. Not going to give her even one reason to go.
Her breath comes in shallow, rapid bursts. I press a rough kiss to herneck, nipping at her skin, leaving a trail of few more marks that won’t let her forget who she belongs to. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and I can’t help but smirk against her skin when she tries to push my boxers down with her feet.
With one swift motion, I pull my hand away, watching her whimper at the loss. “Not yet,” I whisper darkly, using my free hand to slowly pull down my boxers, my cock straining with the need to be inside her.
Her eyes widen, her lips parting slightly as I position myself between her legs. “I told you,” I growl, my voice low, “You’re fucking mine, my own private masterpiece.”
In one powerful thrust, I’m inside her, filling her completely. She cries out, her nails raking down my back, and I can’t hold back the groan that rumbles through my chest. She’s so fucking tight, it takes everything in me not to lose control right there.
But I don’t. Not yet.
I set a slow, deliberate pace, driving into her inch by inch, taking in the way her body clings to mine. Her breaths are shallow, her hands gripping onto me like I’m the only thing keeping her grounded. I lean down, capturing her lips in a rough, possessive kiss, swallowing her moans as I thrust deeper.
“Say it,” I demand between kisses, my voice rough with need. “Say you’re mine.”
Her response is barely a breath, “I’m yours…”
But it’s enough to push me over the edge. I grab her hips, holding her firmly as I slam into her harder, my pace quickening, each thrust sendingshockwaves through both of us. Her body tightens around me, her moans growing louder, more frantic, and I know she’s close.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper against her lips, feeling her tremble beneath me. “Come for me.”
With one final thrust, she shatters, her body convulsing around me as she reaches her climax. I follow right behind her, groaning her name as I cum inside her, claiming her in every sense of the word.
