Page 50 of Treachery

Her heart swelling, she battled back the tears that tingled her nose. This man…he really, truly loved her, didn’t he? And God, did she love him in return.

Sidling up to him, she pressed her body against his, getting on her tip toes to brush a kiss against his chin. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he slammed his mouth to hers, commanding her, devouring her. She whimpered, her body in flames. He pushed her backward toward the bed, not once breaking their kiss until the backs of her knees collided with the mattress.

“Lay down, let me have my meal, then I’ll fill you to bursting,” he drawled darkly.

Nodding like a crazy person, she threw herself backward on the bed, spreading her legs. She cupped her heavy breasts, her need for him, for his pleasure, nigh unbearable.

He peered down at her, his eyes ravenous, and he snarled, “Look at you, so wet, so needy. My woman needs me, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, I do, please, lick my pussy,” she begged.

He grinned, his canines flashing like a wolf’s. “As my lady desires.”

He flattened himself against the bed, his head and shoulders between her legs. He gripped her ass, dropped his head, and dragged his tongue from her asshole to her clit.

Trembling, she shrieked at the sensation his tongue and lips wrought as he ate her pulsing pussy. She arched up, pushing her pussy into his mouth, but he held her in place for his plundering, giving no quarter, conquering, pillaging, vanquishing her.

“That’s it, baby, come on my tongue, fill my mouth with your juices,” he growled, the rumbling of it vibrating through her pussy. She went off like a rocket, a silent scream making her mouth drop open as she shuddered.

James crawled up the bed, a self-satisfied smirk on his face, and her arousal glistening on his mouth and cheeks. God, why was that such a turn on?

He took her mouth, and she could taste her own release on his tongue. She groaned, her body fine-tuned for pleasure.

She pressed a hand to his chest, his racing heart pounding away under her palm, and she relished the knowledge that he was just as worked up as she was, as needy and desperate as she was.

“I need you, James; it’s been too long,” she murmured against his mouth, and he nipped at her bottom lip, making her wriggle.

He closed his eyes and moaned as her pussy brushed against his throbbing dick.

“Definitely too long, baby. But I didn’t want to rush it,” he admitted.

She huffed. “We can take our time next time.”

He arched a brow, his lips curling. “Next time, huh?”

“Pfft, you’re the one talking about fucking until sunrise,” she sassed.

He chuckled. “You’re right.”

He flipped them so she was on top, making her gasp.

“Put me inside you,” he commanded her, his voice a deep, raspy rumble.

Her loose hair in her face, she swept it out of her eyes and looked down at his cock. It was weeping, angry looking, and she wanted to put it in her mouth, but her achingly empty pussy was a demanding bitch. Reaching down, she took his cock into her hands, fisting it. His body grew taut, the muscles in his abs flexing as he moaned at her touch.

“I need to be inside of you,” he breathed raggedly.

Rising to her knees, she placed his cockhead at her entrance, and slowly lowered herself down, groaning at the sensation of being utterly filled. Once her clit was nestled against his pelvis, she let out the breath she’d been holding.

Complete.

She was complete once more.

Nadia ground against him, reveling in the feeling of being connected to him after much too long.

“Goddamn, you feel so fucking good!” he crowed, his head pressed back into his pillow, his face contorted in ecstasy

She began to ride him, coating him with her slickness. He glided into her, rubbing along her rippling walls. She took him impossibly deeper, bouncing on him mindlessly. He cupped her tits, squeezing them, using his thumb to scrape against her diamond-hard nipples.

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