Page 73 of Vengeance Becomes Her

She pressed her hip into his side, and he took the hint, rolling them over so that she straddled him. He wrapped a possessive hand around her hip before she promptly removed it.

“You said I was in control.”

He only nodded, watching her closely with blown pupils.

“Put your hands up and don’t move them.”

He obliged, folding his arms beneath his head. Rhiannon leaned forward, cupping the side of his face.

“Tristain, if we do this, we have to both be in agreement. It has to be just physical.” She studied him, trying to read his response.

“Okay, if that’s truly what you want.” His eyes searched hers.

“It’s what we both need.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

He nodded, shifting his hips beneath her.

“No. I need to hear you say it. Just physical, nothing more.” Now she sounded more firm.

“Okay, just physical, Rhiannon.”

That was the end of their conversation, she couldn’t wait anymore. She was dripping wet and desperate for release. She sat back, positioning his cock in her hand and guided him into her before impaling herself on his impressive length. The sensation pulled a gasp from her lips, her entire body shocked at how good it felt. She allowed herself to acknowledge how badly she needed to touch him like this. She began to roll her hips languidly as he watched her, hands still tucked obediently behind his head. He ducked his head and captured one bouncing breast, his teeth tugging at her nipple before his tongue smoothed it over. Rhiannon placed her hands on his shoulders for leverage as she continued to grind against him, making sure he plunged deeply over and over again.

“Grab the dagger, I want you to use it on me.” Her voice was ragged but the command was clear.

He grabbed it from where it laid on the mattress beside him. “Where?”

“I don’t care, just do it. Please.” She was rapidly nearing her end.

The cool metal pressed into the center of her chest, just over her heart. She fought back the image of that night all those months ago when she’d done the same to herself. Pleasure took front and center once again as the sting of the air bristled against open skin. She looked down seeing the faint trickle of red cascade down her chest, spilling onto her breast. When she brought her gaze to his, he looked like he would devour her, and he did. He gripped the back of her neck hard and began lifting his hips to meet her thrusts as he brought his mouth to her exposed skin. His lips were hot on her chest and breast as he licked the cooling blood. It was too good, too much. Their bodies were both so on edge from days upon days of tension, she allowed herself to explode around his throbbing cock. She felt herself tighten and pulse around him before everything went black for a moment. She didn’t think she’d ever known such pleasure. When she called out his name, it pushed Tristainover the edge.

She crumpled forward, laying on his chest. They were both panting hard. When she thought she could walk again, she rolled off him and went into the washroom.

When she reemerged a few minutes later, he was under the blankets, hands folded behind his head and eyes closed. If it weren’t for the grin on his face, she would have assumed he was sleeping. He looked so pleased, and she felt light compared to the last few days.

Even though she’d napped, she suddenly couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. Rhiannon climbed in beside him and he immediately pulled her into his side, grabbing her thigh and laying it across his waist before kissing her forehead.

“Goodnight, Rhiannon.”

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