Page 75 of Silent Vendetta (Vendetta Duet)

I let my knees fall open, and he stared at my center, managing to look even hungrier than before as he crawled up and lay on his stomach in front of me.

His tongue wasn’t gentle this time—it pressed apart my folds as it licked a torturous path up my center, and when it hit that sweet spot of nerves at the top, I moaned, arching my back. Hunter sucked on the apex of my sex. Hard, nipping at me with biting stings, mixing with pleasure before he drew his tongue back down again. Firmly. Roughly.

With my moans echoing off his bedroom walls, he repeated this over and over, and then he elicited a gasp when he breached my entrance with his tongue.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

I began to squirm, but he abandoned my sex—hovering his mouth so close, I wished I could just grab it and bring it back.

“What are you never going to do, Little Leopard?”

I looked down at him as he stared up at me between my thighs, waiting for me to answer. Unwilling to give me what I wanted until I did.

“I’m never going to let anyone take me from you,” I whispered.

I wasn’t even sure what I was committing to—wasn’t sure what this meant for the future of our relationship, if we even had one. Because right now, it didn’t matter.

He rewarded me with a long, thick lick of his tongue, sucking at the top, making me quiver so hard, he had to hold my thighs down.

Our eyes locked again as he licked and circled my sensitive nub, building a fresh wave inside of me. He circled and circled—alternating between a flat, soft tongue and a tight, sharper one—and then added a flicking that nearly sent me over the edge right then and there. As he worked my core, he took in my every gasp, every quiver, like a compass on a map, directing his tongue to hit the right turns. My arms tugged at the leather bindings, which bit into my skin as I began to rise higher and higher.

“You taste so damn good,” he murmured, the vibrations of his words pulsing off my skin.

I wanted to grab his hair, push him to me, hold him in place. This man, who’d literally kill for me, had his mouth on my center. With only one purpose.

Hunter’s cerulean pools latched on to mine as he worked his tongue, a devilish delight dancing through them as he groaned, “Come for me, Luna.”

His words made me come undone, my back arching so hard, Hunter grabbed my thighs and pulled my center against his mouth, swirling his tongue to ride every last moment of the wave until I was panting and breathless, spent on his bed.

Only then did he climb on top of me and position himself between my thighs.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

I lifted my gaze, locking on to his sapphire depths that were brimming with a storm of desire and love. I entwined my ankles around his waist, drawing our bodies closer, seeking solace in his embrace.

“I want you, Hunter.”

His skin was hot against mine as he sank into me, inch by inch. Stretching me, watching my mouth fall open once more, until finally, he pressed himself all the way inside of me.

Where he stilled, filling me.

Before slowly pulling out and making my breath catch as he thrust all the way back in.

He began to move, hard and deliberate, my skin burning with pleasure as he hit the bundle of nerves inside my body and out, all at the same time.

I felt myself falling further into him.

Sparking a stronger wave to build inside of me, only this one would make me come undone, having it happen around him.

Hunter grabbed my breast and squeezed so hard, the pain laced with pleasure, his thrusts becoming angrier.

I wondered if I’d have more bruises tomorrow with how hard he was slamming against me, but I didn’t care. Instead, I locked my ankles firmly together, pulling him closer, arching my back and groaning his name so he could push further.

This felt right. Being with him like this, surrendering to him physically, and if I were being honest…

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