Page 57 of Vengeance Becomes Her

“Yes, please.”

He dipped into her, then lifted her so he was hovering against her entrance again. He did this several times, going deeper each time. She threw her head back on the final thrust that buried him to the hilt. Her hair tickled her lower back, the sensation spreading chills over her body. She gripped his shoulders for support as she took over, rolling her hips in languid thrusts against him.

The deep moan that came from Tristain’s throat let her know he was becoming just as impatient as she was. She began to grind harder, moving so he was buried as deep as possible with each roll of her hips. He had his hands planted firmly on her hips supporting most of her weight, so she moved her right hand and worked her clit. Within a few more thrusts they were both coming undone, his groan of pleasure matching her own.

Tristain laid back, pulling her with him so she was sitting on top of him.

She took in the utterly satisfied expression that relaxed his features into pure bliss. She couldn’t help but take pride in the fact that she was responsible for his happiness in this moment. Earning that look would never get old.

Satisfied, she removed him from inside her and went to the washroom. When she got back into bed, she laid down beside him. Instantly, he cuddled herinto his chest.

Wrapped in his comforting scent and warm arms, she couldn’t help the spark of hope that burned in her chest.

She didn’t know if she should let it flame to life or snuff it out.

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