Page 52 of Vengeance Becomes Her

He only gave her a few moments to explore with her eyes, then he was tilting her chin up again, settling his sultry stare on her. She had had her fair share of conquests, but she couldn’t say that anyone had everlooked at her quite like that. Those dark eyes sparkled with lust, but there was so muchmore than that.

Rhiannon refused to think more about that right now. She closed her eyes and kissed him again, focusing only on his warm body and calloused hands firm against her. The kiss started slow, she wanted to make this last. She kissed him once, pulling back slightly, his breath panting against her now-tender lips. She did it again. Tristain let out a small huff of frustration at her teasing before he fisted his hand in her hair, tugging at the roots. He was asking her to relinquish control to him. To trust him.

For once, she was willing to concede.

He pressed against her, closing any distance between them. She unconsciously arched against him, begging him to consume her. He yanked a bit harder, shifting her head back so her neck was exposed. His lips made their way down her jaw and along the sensitive skinof her throat.

The breathy gasp that left her lips sounded nothing like her. She could feel his lips curl into a smile against her neck. Rhiannon was desperate for him, and he knew it. It had been so long since she’d been touched by a man, and he was doing everything right.

“Fuck me, Tristain.” Her voice was a husky whisper filled with urgency.

His hand suddenly released the grip on her hair causing her a brief moment of panic that she’d ruined the moment. But then his hands slid down her backside and firmly gripped under generous thighs, the soft flesh filling his fingers as he squeezed. A moan escaped his lips as he gripped her tighter. It sent a ripple of pleasure through her. Tristain hoisted her up higher around his waist. Her head tilted down to meet his eyes as her hair fell forward, waves creating a curtain around them in this moment where it felt like everything hung in the balance.

Her heart was hammering in her chest at the thought that this might change everything. She looked down at him, expecting to see apprehension, but there was nothing there but pure desire. His eyes were like the ocean at night, dark and beautiful and calling her to dive in even though she knew this was dangerous.

The right side of his lips tilted up in that irresistible way.“Say it again.”

“Fuck me.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear those words from your lips.”

He refocused his attention on her already tender lips again as he turned towards the bed. He sat her down gently on the edge and kept descending until he was on his knees in front of her like he had been the night before. But this time there wasn’t sadness in his eyes, there was fire and it burned only for her.

Tristain leaned between her legs, pulling her to the very edge of the bed and pulled down her shorts, she lifted her hips off the bed. The cool air greeted her thighs, but then his hands were there, providing their warmth as he gripped them. He leaned down and placed a kiss on each. Heat pooled between her legs.

Rhiannon bit her lip to prevent herself from letting out a groan. Tristain’s hands slowly made their way up to her hips as he went to remove her underwear, his fingers looped through the lace on each side and tugged them off. She was laid bare to him. His eyes slowly lifted to hers and he licked his lips in response.

She struggled to swallow under his heated gaze. He smirked, reveling in the effect he had on her. She tilted her head back. She would combust if she didn’t. Tristain ran his large hands up her thighs. He moved seamlessly up her stomach, caressing every crest and valley as he slid her sweater up and over her head. When she looked down, he wasn’t smiling anymore. His jaw flexed and his eyes were smoldering. He lifted her hand to his lips, kissing the sensitive spot on her wrist then he rose on his knees so he could reach her collarbone. His hand was pressing hard into the mattress at her side, as if he were using all his restraint to hold himself back. She kissed him more urgently, but he gently grabbed her chin.

“I want to savor this. Don’t rush me.”

Rhiannon was transfixed by the assertiveness and deep desire that roughened his voice. She planted a firm kiss before biting his lip again, but this time she didn’t let go so quickly. She tasted the metallic tang of his blood. Tristain went to wipe his finger across it, but she beat him to it, softly licking it off. She savored it on her tongue, holding his gaze.

His lips parted in surprise. It was herturn to smirk.

It was swallowed up quickly by Tristain as he swiped his tongue against the seam of her lips. She was powerless to deny him. He kissed her deeply, his tongue gliding over hers with urgency. Still engaged in the battle of wills, he broke away again, keeping her on edge for more.

His eyes were intent, his voice an octave deeper. “I’m going to devour you.”

Tristain was back on his knees before she had time to register the comment. He slowly trailed his fingers over the tops of her thighs once more, stopping just above her knees. Never breaking eye contact, he shoved them apart and gave them a squeeze. His gaze dropped to the glistening wetness that he found between her legs.

His abdomen visibly tightened as he groaned at the sight of her. “Fuck, just when I thought you couldn’t be any more beautiful.”

He pulled her back to the very edge of the bed. She could feel the heat of his breath against her dripping cunt. It was torture, the throbbing between her legs was now unbearable. Her hand went to his hair, her grip tight as she drew him against her. She couldn’t wait when he was looking at her like that.

His lips were supple and smooth, his stubble providing the perfect amount of friction as he slipped his tongue between her folds. Her shoulders curled forward at the feeling of him, her thighs tensing as she struggled to hold them open against the desire to wrap them around him. A quiet moan escaped her lips.

He moved back just enough to speak, but her hand gripping his hair kept his range limited. “You’ve ruined me.” He traced his top lip with the edge of his tongue. “I will never taste anything as gratifying as this cunt again. Everything from this day on will turn to ash in my mouth unless it’s you.” He looked up, his lips glistening with her wetness. It was almost enough to undo her right then.

“Pretty words, but if you really want to flatter me, getback to work.”

That smirk was back. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

His lips were on her once again, licking her from back to front slowly, swirling over her clit, again and again. And thenhe pulled away.

Rhiannon let out a small gasp at the absence of his mouth. “What the hell, Tristain? Don’t stop.”

He let out a knowing laugh. “I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name. Now let me hear more of those needy moans from your lips.”

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