Page 68 of Lethal Lover

“Fuck my stitches.” I bring a hand to her ass and squeeze before giving it a hard smack. She squeals and it makes my dick jump. “You can fix me.”

The words shock me when they hit the air.

Yeah, she can stitch me back up, but that wasn’t what I really meant.

Valentina is it for me. I knew it the second I realized who she really was. We were brought here together for a reason. It was for more than just taking down Branko, more than just preserving our families.

It’s fucking fate. And like I said, I’m the last guy who buys into that crap.

I know it’s only been a few days, but it feels like years. I guess in a way, I’ve bought into the “fate brought us back together” scenario. There’s no other explanation for the way she makes me feel, for the way the emptiness in my soul is filled when she’s near. I know Patty and Massimo would roll their eyes if they heard me say these things. I’m not exactly the committed type.

But I’d give up my life for Val in a second.

Again.

She pulls me toward her, backing against the bed before falling onto the mattress. Her tanned legs fall open. My mouth waters as I stare at her perfect pink pussy winking at me. Precum glistens at the tip of my cock. I drag it over her plump lips. A soft moan slips from her parted mouth.

I slowly lower myself to my knees. Gripping her thighs, I pull them open farther so I can bury my head between them. Her back arches, hips thrust forward against my lips when I blow out a thin stream of breath. My tongue juts out and presses into her, lapping up every drop of desire like it’s all I need to live. Her walls clench as her fingers weave into my hair.

I suckle her clit, then drive deep with my tongue, French-kissing her sweet pussy like it’s my last meal. Her body quivers on the mattress, her fingers tearing out my hair. But I don’t stop. Her screams only make my mouth work harder and faster. I move one hand to her ass and slide my fingers between her cheeks.

She cries out when I breach her tight hole. I slowly press my finger inside of her heat, sliding it deeper and deeper. Her body stills until she feels comfortable. And then her ass relaxes, welcoming my finger. She alternates between fucking my mouth and my finger, jerking her hips back and forth, shuddering on the mattress, floundering at the sensation of all-consuming bliss. The pleasure coursing through her throws her body into a complete frenzy and she explodes, her juices dancing on my tongue.

“Oh my God,” she whimpers, her voice raspy. “Fuck me, Quinn. I need to feel you inside of me. I need you to make me come again. I just need… you.”

I crawl onto the mattress, dragging my dick over her wet slit. “My dirty girl. You loved my finger in your ass, didn’t you?”

“Yes. You make me feel so incredible.” Her eyes are half-hooded with lust. Her arms wrap tight around me. I don’t give a flying fuck about the pain, only the pleasure I will chase until my dying breath.

“This is only the beginning, babe.” I sink into her heat and crush my lips against hers. She drinks me in, coiling her tongue with mine. Her hands flail, groping my head, my back, my ass. She kisses me with an unbridled furor, giving me everything she has. We feast on each other’s lips like we need them to survive. Teeth crack, tongues tangle, passion implodes.

With one hand on her ass, I grab the back of her head and drag my fingers through the soft waves. I breathe her in, dragging the fresh scent of her shampoo and body lotion into my lungs. Her scent, her moans, her heat—it infuses me with primal lust. The air between us is heady with desire, tinged with insatiable hunger.

Her breathy sounds drive me to tease and torment her with each and every movement. My strokes are hard and deep. Her walls tighten around me, clamping down on my cock. She arches her back, meeting me thrust for thrust, pressing her fingers into the small of my back when I hit her spot. Her breaths turn into sharp gasps, her skin slick with sweat.

I press two fingers into her asshole again because I know how crazy it makes her. I stroke the tight rim of muscle. It’s only a few seconds before her pussy explodes, juices flowing over my cock with every push and pull of my fingers. She fucks me like a porn star, wildly riding my fingers and my cock like a jockey on a Thoroughbred.

My balls ache, my groin tightening. Flashes of light blast behind my eyes. Blood courses through me, rushing to the head of my cock. I’m inside out over this woman, lost inside of her, so lost I don’t know if I can ever be found.

And for the first time in my life, I don’t want to be.

Because I know she was meant for me, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep her by my side.

Christ, speaking of sides…

My arms give out. I hit the bed next to her and groan loudly.

“Fuuuuck.”

Val rolls over, her eyes wide with concern. She gently grazes the taped gauze pads. “Oh no. I think you’re bleeding again.”

I fling a hand over my eyes and squeeze them shut. “It was worth it,” I rasp through clenched teeth.

“I’ll get the supplies. Just stay still, okay?”

She brushes her lips against mine and I smile.

Yeah, so fucking worth it.

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