Page 30 of Vengeful Union

I stalk through the house. It's dark, and most of the men are asleep or have found somewhere else to spend the night. The ones who are working are spread out around the perimeter, keeping watch. Even though my men are always around, I prefer to be alone most of the time.

Pushing the door open to her room, my mouth waters and blood rushes to my cock, making it impossibly thick. She's lying on her back, and the curtains are open, allowing moonlight to shine into her personal space and showcase that luscious body of hers, which is covered only in a tank top and panties. Her nipples are pebbled—probably from the cool air drifting in through the cracked window—and her legs are slightly apart, showing me the outline of her pussy.

Fuck.

I should turn and walk away. But I can't. I've been craving her since the moment I met her. I’ve been unable to think of anything but that fucking kiss. I want her, and tonight, I'm going to have her. There's no way I can turn around and leave her be.

I close the door behind me and stride toward the bed, my cock pressing against my pants, hurting like a motherfucker.

I climb onto the mattress and hear her soft snores; see those perky tits of hers rise and fall with each breath.

I can't wait to fuck them. I'm going to have her in every way possible. I'm going to own her. Brand her. Dominate her.

When I brush my finger over her panties, she releases a low moan, and that's all I need to urge me on. Pushing aside the offending scrap of material that’s hiding her pussy from me, I sink a finger into her hot, wet channel—and bite back a groan at the tightness of it.

Jacob was right. I've never been so enthralled by a woman before. Something about Destiny hit me as soon as I met her. I never knew I'd be this possessive of her—of anyone. That I'd need her this much. I used to be laid back and chilled out, always going with the flow, but when my father died, and those who killed him shot me, I changed. The darkness that’s taken over my sister eats away at me too now. It’s never going to go away, though it’s not as intense as it was, and I know that’s down to her. Destiny.

She has me experiencing things I never thought possible.

I watch her in fascination. She's undeniably sensual in how she subconsciously seeks me out. I'm drawn to the rhythm her body moves to. It knows what it wants and isn't afraid to take it.

It's not long before she's grinding against my finger. I smile. Yes, fucking her is going to be amazing. There's not a chance I'm walking away tonight. God, no. I'm going to show Destiny just how thoroughly I own her.

I pull her panties from her body, giving me better access to that pretty, pink pussy of hers. Bringing my hands to her thighs, I spread her legs and gaze down at her—then run my tongue along her slit. Her body bows, and she comes alive, grinding against my mouth, trying to find her orgasm.

I fuck her with my tongue, hard and fast, pushing her close to her limit. She's soaked. Fucking drenched. And I'm addicted. I know I'll want to taste her constantly from now on. It’s the best fucking pussy I've ever eaten.

Her thighs quake as I suck on her clit and push two fingers inside of her, needing her to come. To find her release. She mewls, the sound hoarse, sexy, and husky. She's close; her pussy is clenching around my fingers.

I hear a gasp and glance up at her, not once taking my mouth or fingers away.

"What?" she moans, her head thrown back as she grinds harder against my mouth.

Her fingers grip the sheets beneath her, and her body tenses. I nip at her clit, my teeth grazing the nub. And that's all it takes. She cries out, her body strung up tight as her back arches off the bed. Her chest heaves, those pretty tits now exposed as they spill from her top.

I’ve never seen anything as magnificent as the sheer lust on her face.

I strip out of my pants and shirt, and my cock springs to life, glad to be free. I push her legs further apart as she's still coming down from her orgasm.

I don't wait for her; I thrust into her. My cock pushes past her barrier and buries to the hilt.

Her moans of pleasure soon change to cries of pain.

"Fuck," she cries.

I grip her tits, loving how they feel in my hands. Perfectly sized.

"Yes," I whisper, as I take one of her nipples into my mouth. "Fuck yes," I continue, as I thrust back into her.

"Finn…" There's a warning in her tone.

I tear my mouth away from her nipple and stare at her. Those emerald eyes of hers are drunk with lust, her face flushed.

"You want this," I growl as I fuck her harder. Her pussy is wet and tight, sucking me further inside her warm channel. "Look at you," I grunt. "Fucking me back like you were made to do it."

Her eyes flash with anger. "Shut up," she hisses, as she wraps her arms around my neck. "I fucking hate you."

"Lies," I tell her, then press my lips against hers. Hot, hard, and heavy. I take everything from her as I claim yet another part of her.

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