Page 53 of Vengeance Becomes Her

Before she could protest his finger was inside her cunt and his thumb was working that perfect spot.

She bit her lip, fighting the moan that wanted to escape. He must have noticed because his touch intensified and then he was adding another finger.

She couldn’t hold them back anymore, so she let herself go. Her back arched off the bed and moans and gasps left her lips with abandon as he pushed her toward the edge.

Pleased with her responsiveness, he addedanother finger.

Her hand wound tighter in his hair as he brought his lips back to her clit and sucked. Her hips met each thrust of his fingers. She could feel herself reaching her climax. Her legs began to shake, and he brought her thighs over his shoulders. His sucking intensified and his fingers coaxed her toward her release. He groaned against her, sending a vibration through her that had her falling over the edge.

Her mind went blank with pleasure. He moved his hands under her ass, gripping her cheeks and pressing her closer to his lips as he continued to lick her until she was completely spent.

“That was…” her head tilted back lazily as she tried to find the words.

He laughed against her, then leaned back on his heels, looking up at her through heavy lids, his lips glistening in the sunlight.

When she regained enough energy, she sat forward to look at him, shifting her hair to one side to let her neck breathe. A satisfied smile curled her lips. Shewas impressed.

Tristain rose to his feet, towering over her. When their eyes met, she licked her lips, then looked down at his hips that sat at just the right height in front of her.

She curled her fingers under the top of his trousers, dragging him closer as she dropped her feet back to the floor to make room for his wide body between her legs. She leaned in and traced her tongue slowly across his lower stomach until she reached his waistband. She yanked down his trousers.

He was stiff and ready for her. Rhiannon allowed herself to admire his impressive length before she spit in her hand and took hold of his cock, stroking up and down slowly. She looked up to meet his eyes as she took him in her mouth, wanting to watch his eyes roll back in pleasure. She circled her tongue at the top with care, then took him all the way to the back of her throat, but there was still more of him, so she worked him with her hand until her throat relaxed enough.

He groaned and wrapped her hair tightly in his fist, pulling her even closer. She could tell he was holding himself back from directing her rhythm, so she sped up, using his low moans to learn what he liked. She could feel him getting closer to his release, but Tristain tugged her hair hard just once, asking her to stop. She looked up at him, a question in her eyes.

The desire that had burned into his eyes earlier was now a full-blown inferno. He leaned down over her, forcing her to crawl back on the bed until she was against the headboard, he slid her toward him, bringing her to her back before positioning himself between her legs. As she relaxed back into the mattress, he laid over her, supporting himself on his forearms.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” An undercurrent of desperation ran through his voice when he spoke. He held her gaze and tucked a few tousled waves behind her ear.

Rhiannon was caught in his spell, feeling the intensity rolling off his body. The way he looked at her, no, the way he wanted her, was enough to make her lose herself on its own. She wanted him now. She grabbed his thumb that was teasing her lips and pulled it into her mouth, her tongue rolling around the top, reminding him of how her mouth felt on him just moments ago. And when she could feel him being lulled, back into submission, she bit down, bringing out that harder side of him. She could get lost in his duality. Rough but gentle, submissive or dominant when he wanted to be, demanding but patient. She opened her mouth and let him slide his now reddened thumb out. Her back arched as he moved his lips down her throat, making his way to her chest. He hovered over her breast, the heat of his breath inviting, making her arch further toward his mouth.

Tristain bit her nipple softly, dragging a moan from her that sounded as desperate as she felt, then he brought her breast fully into his mouth, his left hand teasing the other.

She ran her fingers over his shoulders, tickling the smooth skin. But as his touch roughened, her desire turned wicked. She dug her nails in and raked them up his back. That gothis attention.

“Now.” It was a command, a whisper, a plea.

He yielded, rising to his knees, and pressing the tip of his length to her entrance. She thrusted herself toward him, urging him on. He obliged. As Tristain entered her slowly, she felt a new level of ecstasy, her body welcoming him in eagerly. Her legs fell open further, wanting him deeper, closer. He thrusted into her, slowly at first. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and gripped around her shins, pushing himself harder and deeper inside her.

She moaned loudly at the feel of him in her after all this time. She reached down, touching herself. But before she could do much, he’d removed her hand, her legs spread wide again as he leaned between them so he could whisper in her ear.

“Not just yet, Rhiannon.” The sound of her name in his raspy voice sent chills over her entire body. The adoration in his tone touched something in her she thought was dead.

She groaned in pleasure and frustration as he denied her but still kept her so fulfilled. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in, their rhythm building, and then before she realized what he was doing he flipped her over, his hand pressed at the small of her back, letting her know he would control her release if he had his way.

“Sit back on your knees,” he commanded in a gritty voice that quivered with need.

She complied. He directed himself into her once again, then wrapped one arm tightly across her waist, fingertips digging into her plump stomach. The other worked around her throat, his finger pressing into the side of her jaw. He kissed her neck as he continued to thrust into her, his rhythm growing more intense by the moment. He didn’t prevent her from reaching down and touching herself this time.

Her other hand wrapped behind his head, her fingers finding their way into his hair to anchor herself further as he pounded into her. She could feel her body coiling tightly, torn between the need for release and the desire for more. She didn’t want it to end but she couldn’t holdon much longer.

She could feel Tristain tensing behind her. He bit down on the side of her neck, releasing a deep groan and it was that last push she needed. She was coming around him and he found his release as hers trembled through her. He kept her upright, his grip still strong.

Finally fully sated, they crumpled forward, coming undone together.

She laid on her stomach, her mind blank with pleasure, all she could feel was their pulses pounding to the same beat, his breath coming fast on her back, his warm body pressed against hers.

After another minute, he rolled off heronto his back.

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