Page 157 of The Revenge Plan (Forbidden Descendants 1)

“Jesus, baby.” Wick pressed his brow to mine and shook his head insistently. “You’re not deficient. Not in any way.”

“I know.” Looking into his eyes, I smiled at him through a sudden sheen of tears. “I know that now, because oh my God, Wick. This feels right. Finally, it feels so right. So, please.” Letting go of my grip on his wrist so he was holding my breast by himself, I pleaded, “Please, please, please, show me the right way.”

“Christ,” he rasped, looking suddenly terrified. “No pressure or anything, though, huh?”

Grinning, I cupped his face in my hands. “None whatsoever. I have absolute faith in you.”

“Well, at least that makes one of us.” Leaning in, he nipped my bottom lip between his teeth. Then he lifted his other hand and massaged both my breasts at the same time before he stroked his tongue into my mouth and flicked his thumbs over my nipples.

I gasped against the bolt of desire that spiked through me. “Yep. You’re doing just fine so far.”

Rumbling out his pleasure, Wick began to kiss his way down the side of my throat, nipping every few seconds with his teeth. After urging me to lie back on my spine, he gazed down at me in wonder before he smiled tenderly.

“I love your smile,” I said, reaching up to touch it.

It broadened. Swiping his tongue over his bottom lip to lick across my finger, his eyes lit with mischief before he leaned down to suck one of my breasts into his mouth.

Meanwhile, his hands wandered south, encountering the waistband of my pajama pants. Hooking his thumbs inside them, he drew them from my legs. Once he reached my ankles, he sat back on his haunches to remove my pants the rest of the way and he stayed upright like that a moment longer just to look me over.

Wearing only panties, I moved under his attention, stretching like a contented cat and causing his eyes to flare when I pulled back my shoulders to push my chest forward.

Shaking his head, he drew out a hissing breath. “God, you’re beautiful.”

And he was magnificent. His cut torso gleamed like polished brass in the lamplight. I ran my toes over his knee and began to slide my foot up, along his thigh toward the bulging tent in his boxer briefs.

He caught my ankle before I could touch him there. Eyes glittering with awareness, he lifted my foot and pressed his mouth to the arch. The use of tongue and teeth caused me to shiver.

Lavishing his way up, he kissed, licked, and nibbled on my ankle next, then my calf, my knee, my thigh. When he reached the apex of my legs, he paused to stare at my panties a moment, then he leaned in and kissed me right through the cotton.

“Oh God.” My hips arched up against his mouth.

The heat of his breath soaking through the cloth had me clutching the sheets under me as he kept kissing me between the legs right through my underwear, nibbling and suckling until I clutched his silken hair and pulled, needing more.

He glanced up and smiled when he saw my dazed expression. Then he grasped the band of my panties and slowly peeled them down. I thought he’d rise up above me next and slip his hips between my legs, but he caught me off guard by returning his mouth to my pussy, shocking the flesh with bare tongue against bare clit.

I gurgled out another cry, surging under him, bucking against the pleasure. His mouth was merciless, rooting out each little pocket of desire and extorting it, making me strain to new heights with every lick. When he pushed a finger inside me, I broke, already too close to the edge to hold it back.

An orgasm crashed over me, tumbling me roughly into oblivion. I held on to his hair for dear life and dug my heels into the mattress under me to center myself, and that helped guide me back down when the explosions inside me began to settle and cease.

“Holy shit,” I mumbled, popping my eyes open to gape up at the ceiling. I knew it took a lot to get me to come, but now I had to wonder if I’d ever really—like full bore—come before, because that had been frigging intense.

I rolled my head to the side to watch Wick as he sat up and grinned down at me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It was by far the most erotic move I’d ever seen a man make.

With a chuckle, I admitted, “Wow.”

His face brightened with almost bashful delight. “Really? Wait right there then. There’s more to come.” Then he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “Literally,” he added before he began to shoot off my bed.

I had to reach quickly in order to catch his hand before he was gone. “Wait.” Sitting up slightly, I frowned, then laughed in confusion. “Where’re you going?”

“Condoms,” he answered frantically, tipping his head to the side toward the door. “My room. I’ll be right back.”

He started to pull loose, so I tightened my grip. “But…”

Freezing, he eyed me with worry. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Did you want to stop there?”

I laughed out my amusement. “Yeah, I just… I mean…” I shook my head to start over when the most heartbreaking, crestfallen expression began to contort his face. “No, of course I don’t want to stop there, because I’m more than okay. I was just trying to tell you that I’m still on the pill. And since we both just got tested and know we’re clean…” I let the suggestion trail off so I didn’t actually have to say the words as I glanced meaningfully down between our bodies.

He looked down as well, and his mouth dropped open as he focused on the thin trail of curls between my legs. “You mean… I can take you bare?”

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