Page 92 of Rebel Revenge

After those fucking assholes had taken what wasn’t theirs.

She pressed my head down between her legs again. “You don’t get angry when your tongue is down there.” She winked at me.

I was sure I fell in love with her all over again. But I shoved that feeling aside and made her come, working her body just the way I knew she liked.

Her moans were loud, echoing around my sparsely furnished room. I hoped every man outside heard them. Vaughn in particular, so he knew what he had to live up to.

With her blissed-out on the bed beneath me, I put one hand to the back of my shirt and yanked it over my head, then stood and took my boots and socks and jeans off.

She blinked open her eyes and curled up on her side, gloriously naked.

“Condom,” she murmured.

“I’m always careful with you.”

“I know. I just want you to be extra careful now.”

I ripped the top off the condom, but she held a hand out for it. “Let me.”

I let her take it from my fingers and hissed when she stroked her hand up and down my shaft a few times. Her other hand cupped and massaged my balls. The fact she was there, naked in my bed, her arousal and my saliva still shining on her inner thighs, had me counting sheep in my head to make sure I didn’t finish this too soon.

Eventually, she rolled the condom on and lay back on the bed.

A flash of nerves appeared in her eyes when I covered her body. “You can say no, Pix. Any time. Before or during. You know that, right? This is only about you and what you want.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist, letting my erection nudge at her entrance. “I want this,” she whispered. “It was a big part of my life, and I want to know I can still enjoy it. That they didn’t take that from me too.” She strained up to kiss my mouth. “Just go slow. Don’t stop kissing me.”

I nodded, my heart fucking ripping open at her vulnerability, while pride swirled through me as well, knowing it was me she trusted to do this. Me she wanted when she was scared.

I wanted to tell her I loved her.

But I knew it would ruin it. That it would have the exact opposite effect I was hoping for. So I used my tongue to explore her mouth instead of saying a word. I kissed her until she hugged me tight, planting my body on top of hers. I kissed her until she made tiny whimpering noises of need, and she rocked her hips back and forth, trying to get me to her entrance.

I kissed her until she dragged my hips down so my cock filled her. Then I waited until she pulled off my mouth breathlessly and begged, “Please!”

With my lips on hers, I thrust into her. I had her so primed, there was no resistance, but I still moved painfully slowly, driving us both crazy, but it felt too good to hurry.

I rocked in and out of her body until her hips rose and fell in erratic thrusts as she lost control, needing more than the pace I’d offered.

“Fuck me, Fang. Stop holding back. Please!”

It was the permission I’d been waiting for. I gradually picked up the pace, each stroke gaining a little momentum until we were at the perfect tempo.

“Harder,” she groaned.

I knew exactly what she meant. I grabbed her hands, pinning her to the bed and driving home, my pubic bone grinding on her clit so her eyes rolled back. But I kept the pace the same. Silent, strong thrusts, deep inside her until her breaths turned to pants and her moans grew loud once more.

I fucking loved how vocal she was. What you saw with Rebel was what you got. There was never any holding back.

“Fang!” she moaned.

“Milo,” I whispered in her ear.

Her eyes flew open in surprise.

I didn’t stop. But I had wanted her to know something about me.

She smiled softly, but then I slammed back inside her, and her shout of pleasure was all I heard. It filled my ears, my chest, my entire being.

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