Page 26 of Retaliation

“I brought doughnuts,” he offered, his voice almost hesitant, as if unsure of her reaction. He placed the bag on the counter beside her, his wrist brushing her hip in a fleeting touch that sent a shiver down her spine.

“And plan B,” he continued, lifting the second bag. “I wasn’t sure…” His words trailed off, lost in the tension of the moment.

She stood there, mesmerized by the sight of heat creeping up his cheeks. Seeing Scorpion, this man who exuded such power and control, suddenly shy was the most adorable thing she had ever witnessed. She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her lips, the sound light and carefree.

Taking the bag from his hand, she offered him a warm smile, her heart swelling at the gesture. “Thank you. That’s very sweet of you,” she said, her voice gentle as she tried to keep her smile in check, not wanting to make him feel any more uncomfortable. “But it’s fine. I have an IUD.”

“Oh…” His eyes widened slightly, and she could see the relief wash over him, mingled with something else—something deeper. “That’s… That’s good to know.”

She couldn’t resist the pull she felt toward him, the magnetic connection that seemed to draw them closer with every passing second. Standing on her toes, she placed her palms on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. Her lips met his in a soft, tender kiss, meant to reassure him, to show him how much she appreciated his thoughtfulness.

But the moment their lips touched, the atmosphere shifted. Gone was the shyness, the hesitation. In its place was the same raw, unbridled hunger that had consumed them the night before. He responded to her kiss with an intensity that took her breath away, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her against him as if he couldn’t bear the distance between them.

The kiss deepened, and the world around them faded into extinction. There was no awkwardness, no uncertainty—only the undeniable connection that burned between them. She felt his hands tighten around her, anchoring her in place as if afraid she might slip away, and her heart swelled with a mixture of emotions she couldn’t quite name.

Leaning forward, he pressed her back against the cabinets, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the heat building between them. With a swift, effortless motion, he lifted her onto the counter, her breath catching as she felt the cold, solid surface beneath her. His hands found their place on her thighs, the warmth of his touch sending a thrill through her body. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers weaving through his hair as if she could anchor herself to him in the whirlwind of sensation.

He broke the kiss, his lips lingering just a breath away from hers, as his eyes drifted down to where his hands rested on her thighs. Slowly, deliberately, he began to glide his hands upward, the rough pads of his fingers igniting a trail of fire on her skin.

“You know, Little Viper,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, as his eyes trailed back up to her face. Her damp lips parted slightly, and she could see the hunger in his gaze, the desire that mirrored her own. “I think I know how you bring your opponents to their knees.”

Before she could even form a question, he knelt before her, the sudden movement making her heart race. A grin spread across his face as he gently lifted her legs, draping them over his shoulders. She bit her lip, anticipation and desire swirling in her chest as he lowered his gaze, his eyes darkening with lust.

When he looked back up at her, the intensity in his eyes made her shiver. Without hesitation, he leaned in, his breath hot against her as he took in the sight of her glistening wetness. The moment his tongue flicked out, tracing a line from her entrance all the way up, she gasped, her head falling back against the cabinet with a soft thud.

“Fuck,” he breathed, the word a hushed reverence as he licked his lips, savoring her taste. “You taste so good, Little Viper.”

His words sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she couldn’t hold back the moan that slipped from her lips. His hands tightened on her thighs, holding her steady

as he dove back in, his tongue exploring her with a fervor that left her trembling. Each stroke, each swirl, was precise, designed to drive her wild, and she felt herself unraveling with every touch.

He pushed her legs back, his grip firm on her thighs, holding her open and vulnerable as he buried his head between her legs. The sensation of his breath against her sensitive skin sent shivers down her spine, anticipation coiling in her belly. Her head rolled back, her eyes fluttering shut as his tongue traced a slow, deliberate path through her center, each stroke teasing and coaxing her closer to the edge. He circled her clit, the touch light and tantalizing, making her hips arch off the counter in a desperate attempt for more.

He saw her need, her urgency, and with a wicked smile, he obliged. This time, his tongue moved with purpose, slipping deeper into her heat, tasting her fully. Her moan echoed in the room, a sound that only fueled his actions.

He was relentless, his mouth working her over with a skill that left her breathless, her body arching off the counter as waves of pleasure washed over her. She tightened her grip on his hair, the sensation of his tongue pushing her closer and closer to the edge. His name slipped from her lips in a whisper, a plea, as she felt the tension coiling tighter in her belly.

His hand, warm and possessive, stroked its way down her thigh, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He reveled in the way her body responded to him, how every touch seemed to ignite a new fire within her. His finger found her entrance, circling it teasingly as his mouth continued its relentless assault on her clit, drawing out breathless gasps and soft whimpers from her lips.

With a deft movement, he slipped his middle finger into her. He twisted his wrist, curling his finger upward, finding that spot deep within her that made her breath catch and her body tense. He stroked her from the inside, slow at first, savoring the way she clenched around him, the way her body instinctively moved with him, seeking more.

In and out, again and again, he worked his finger, each thrust deliberate, precise. Her wetness coated him, proof of her arousal, to how deeply she wanted him. His teeth grazed her clit, a teasing nip that made her gasp, and he added another finger, stretching her further. The combination of his fingers inside her, his mouth on her, was too much, too intense, and she felt herself hurtling toward the edge.

She knew he could sense it, the way her body tightened, the way her breath quickened, and he didn’t let up. He continued fucking her with his fingers, his mouth relentless on her clit, until he felt her body seize beneath him. Her muscles tensed, her thighs trembling in his grip.

And through it all, he remained focused, his own pleasure evident in the way he devoured her, his moans vibrating against her most sensitive spots. And as her

orgasm crashed through her, she cried out, the sound echoing in the space.

He didn’t stop, not even as she shuddered and quaked beneath him, prolonging her pleasure until she was a trembling, breathless mess. Only then did he finally pull back, his lips slick with her arousal, and look up at her with a satisfied grin, his eyes full of something that made her heart skip a beat.

His fingers slipping from her, his mouth trailing one last, soft kiss along her inner thigh. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with satisfaction. She met his gaze, her breath still coming in ragged gasps, and she knew in that moment that he had unraveled her completely. There was no going back, no hiding from the depth of the connection they shared. He had claimed her in the most intimate way possible, and she had given herself to him, fully and without reservation.

He rose to his feet, the movement slow and deliberate, as if savoring every second of the moment they had just shared. Her breath rushed as she watched him wipe her wetness from his lips with the pad of his thumb, his eyes locked on hers with a dark intensity. When he licked it off with a deliberate swipe of his tongue, her body clenched with need, every nerve alight with the desperate desire to feel him again. All she could think about was having him bend her over the counter, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back into him while his other hand tangled in her hair, claiming her with the same relentless passion he had just shown.

But before she could even give voice to the thought, the shrill ring of her phone shattered the moment, yanking her violently back to reality.

What a way to fucking spoil the moment.

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