Page 56 of Vengeance Becomes Her

Tristain finally set his cutlery down, signaling he was finished too.

“Thank you for getting the food, I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

He smiled wolfishly as he rounded the table and brushed his lips against her ear. “Are you ready for dessert?”

She couldn’t help the squeal of surprise that escaped her lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her from where she sat.

She kissed him deeply. It wasn’t like before when they were overpowered with desire, this was something different. They took their time, exploring each other, kissing with a fervent passion that expressed the fear they both felt that thiscouldn’t last.

Tristain held her and kissed her like she was the most valuable gift, savoring every second. She loved the way he gripped her hips, not shying away from how they filled his hands. She couldn’t deny that he seemed to genuinely revel in the way her full-figured frame melded perfectly against his body. He easily curved her around him, maneuvered her expertly, and worshipped every inch of her. There was no doubt in Rhiannon’s mind that he thought she was utterly beautiful—big body, snarky mouth, trauma, and all.

As if reading her mind, Tristain turned her around, so her ass was pushing against his stiffened cock, but he was being patient, putting her needs above his. She felt him walking backward and then he turned them so they were standing in front of the floor-length mirror.

He trailed kiss after kiss down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone as he slowly pushed her robe down over her shoulder, careful to only expose the skin there. His warm kiss followed down the path he’d cleared. He paused and a whimper escaped her lips. Before she could protest further, his hands found her robe tie, taking his time pulling both ends of the bow until it loosened completely.

His lips were pressed against her ear. “I’m going to unwrap you like the gift that you are.” The tie dropped to the floor, the center of her robe parting just slightly. He slid a hand under the panel and cupped her breast which overflowed from his grasp. His eyes never left hers as Rhiannon watched his slow seduction in the reflection.

Shewas hypnotized.

There was no smile on his face, just pure concentration and appreciation, as if she was a piece of art and he was trying to inventory every freckle, roll, and inch of her body.

Her head rolled back onto his shoulder, leaning into him as she watched him carefully in the mirror. It should have been intimidating, but instead his appreciative gaze was exactly what she neededin that moment.

Tristain brought his right hand down, teasing the edge of the robe on her thigh. He slowly pushed it up with the side of his thumb, revealing her inch by inch.

His pupils were blown wide, and his smile was blinding as he pulled the robe back off her shoulders. The wisp of silk slid silently to the floor. He let out a low groan in her ear. Her body responded, her back arching against him as it rumbled through his chest and filled her. It took her breath away.

He ran his hands down her sides, slowly caressing the expanse of her stomach and hips. “You’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Nothing can compare to this view,” he breathed in deeply, as if he could devour herby scent alone.

Her eyes glimmered as his words resounded within her. She could see her body arching against him at the purr of his voice and the firm reassurance of his hands.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer. “Tonight I’ll worship you head to toe.” His whisper was strained, like he was doing everything he could to hold himself back from taking her here and now.

“Then stop making me wait.” Rhiannon’s voice was pure lust, her eyes becoming hooded in the mirror as she waited for him tomake his move.

His arms unwrapped as he spun her to face him. His lips descended on her own as he walked them back to the bed. Tristain sat them on the edge of the bed, so she was straddling him. She shifted back, sitting so her knees wrapped tightly around his sides to keep from falling. His hands gripped her ass firmly holding her in place. He leaned back slightly, his eyes roaming over her as she perched over him. She gripped his jaw, forcing his gaze toreturn to hers.

“Keep looking at me like that and this isn’t going to last long.” His voice was gravelly as he pressed his forehead to hers. He reached down between them, stopping at the apex of her thighs. His fingers found her wet and wanting as he ran them up and down her center.

A slight gasp escaped her lips at the sensation, her head tilting back. She rolled her hips, seeking the friction she desperately craved.

“Patience. I taught you more restraint than that.” He lifted her off him momentarily so he could pull down his trousers. As soon as he lowered her again, his fingers entered her, pumping in and out as he leaned into her collarbone, placing a kiss then a bite on thesensitive skin.

At that, she lost patience and she began to move in tandem with his fingers. “I don’t want to be patient, I want you inside me. Please.” She knew what she was doing, the breathiness in her voice and the plea would surely move him to action. He thought he was in control but seemed to forget submissiveness didn’t come naturally to her.

When he didn’t respond, she let out a moan in his ear, nipping at the sensitive skin. “Please, Tristain?”

She felt his body tense under her at the use of his name. A wicked smile curved her lips.

He huffed a laugh, withdrawing his fingers to still her hips. “Always so dammed stubborn.”

Tristain kissed her passionately, their tongues mingling intently as she began to grind against him once again. In response, he simplyapplied more force, stilling her once again. Just when she thought he was going to deny her, he lifted her, teasing her entrance with his tip.

“Is thiswhat you want?”

“Yes,” she whispered against his lips, her breath coming up short.

“Yes, what?”

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