Page 70 of Vengeance & Sin

She strains against my hold so hard that she almost gets free before I press her back down to where I want her.

I glance up quickly to ensure her trying to escape is from overstimulation of her clit and not a desire for me to stop, and I hear my breath catch at the sight before me.

She’s laid out on the bed, one hand fisted in her hair, the other in her mouth as she bites down on it. She looks wrecked, and I love it, but I don’t love that she’s keeping quiet on purpose.

“Doll.” I called her. My voice is deeper than usual, dripping with need but not very loud. I wonder if she’ll even hear me with how lost she is at the moment. I open my mouth to call for her again, but before I can, her eyes snap open and find mine.

She may look wretched overall, but her eyes are clear, and I can see vulnerability shine back in them. She’s putting trust in me right now, trust that she’s probably never put in anyone else, and seeing her look at me like that makes me swell with pride, and no, not just my dick.

She stares back at me, and I realize she’s waiting to see what I want.

“Take your hand out of your mouth.” I nod to her fist that she’s biting down on with so much intensity I’m surprised she hasn’t drawn blood. Not that I would complain if that were her goal. Somehow I don’t feel she’s trying for that as much as she’s trying to stay quiet, and that’s one of the furthest things from what I want right now.

“I want to hear you.” I tell her. Her brows dip in confusion, but slowly she listens, pulling her hand from her mouth.

I can’t help but smile at her obedience. I press my fingers down just a bit more as a reward causing her hips to buck and slam against my arm, but this time she isn’t going anywhere.

To my surprise, she keeps her eyes locked on mine. I watch her fight against the urge to close them as I flood her body with pleasure.

I run my finger down from her clit to her opening and gently press into her. I know she’s not a virgin. She’s made that no secret, but that doesn’t mean I need to be rough and risk hurting her.

Slowly enough to torture both of us, I press my finger into her warm heat. She’s so fucking wet that I’m not met with resistance. Once my finger is entirely inside of her, I stop. I tell myself I’m trying to give her time to adjust should she need it, but that might be a lie.

I watch her as I remain completely still inside of her. I can see the frustration build on her face even before she opens her mouth, but I stay still.

“Zan-” My name is cut short by the strangled gasp that leaves her mouth as I pull back quickly before pressing back into her with another finger. In, out, over and over.

Her eyes flutter, but still, she doesn’t look away, and somewhere along the way, this has become a challenge. I'm not doing my job if she can keep her focus on me.

When I push back into her, I curl my fingers up instead of pulling back out, and that does it. Her eyes screw shut as I find that spot inside her that I know will have her falling over the edge.

Just a little bit more.

“Come for me, Jade.” My words come out rough and demanding.

The tremble of her legs increases, and I move my fingers faster before leaning forward to take her clit in my mouth again. Her back arches off the bed, and I can see her fighting against it, but I know she won’t win.

“Fuck. Zander.” She pants, her tone pleading with me. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she gives a rough tug that only She’s so close now, and even if she doesn’t know how to ask for what she wants, I know, and I’m more than happy to help her.

I take her sensitive bundle of nerves between my teeth and apply the slightest bit of pressure while still rubbing my tongue against it.

She fucking detonates.

Her legs clamp around my head like a vice grip, but I couldn’t care less. She could squeeze until my fucking head popped off if she wanted to.

I watch as her orgasm tears through her. Her mouth drops open, and she lets out a scream of pleasure so loud I’d be shocked if the whole house didn’t hear it. It’s the most perfect sound I have ever heard and fits her so damn well. I almost hope that they did hear it.

I slow my pace and release her clit from my mouth so I can sit back and have a better view, but I continue to move my fingers inside her, making sure to pull every bit of her pleasure from her.

Her legs continue to tremble even after she collapses back onto the bed in a sweaty, panting mess of limbs and wild green hair, still just as breathtaking as always. I pull out from her, dropping a few scattered kisses on her legs as I stand up from my place on the floor between her legs.

Her eyes crack open as I climb onto the bed. My weight jolts her around as I lie down next to her. While she watches me, I bring my fingers to my mouth before sucking them clean, I wasn’t joking about how delicious she is, and I refuse to waste the taste of her.

Even as worn out as she clearly is, there's no mistaking the heat that dances in her eyes as she watches me.

I drop my hand and lean forward to steal a kiss from her. It’s soft and sweeter now that I’ve used up most of her energy, but no less addicting. I push my tongue into her mouth just the slightest bit to give her a taste of herself. Her breathing hitches and I pull back with a satisfied smirk.

I roll off the bed and head over to where her clothes sit forgotten on the dresser, along with her towel and brush. I scoop them up and head back to her, tossing them down in the space I just occupied a moment ago.

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