Page 20 of His Dark Vices

"It's not your fault at all." I grab his hand with both of mine and rest my cheek into his palm. "I've been trouble for you since the moment we met. You don't have to apologize for anything."

I can see from the way his jaw tenses that he's gritting his teeth, but he doesn't say anything. I nuzzle my cheek against him again, comforted by the warmth of his hand. I don't know what I'm doing. All I know is that it feels right.

I just want to feel safe tonight.

Sam doesn't need me to say anything. His expression softens as he watches me, then his thumb passes across my lips, just the barest touch. My lips part as he continues to rub gently, back and forth, and he leans toward me, slowly.

I manage a gasp before his lips land on mine, gentler than I expected. They're so soft. They mold against me like pillows. I moan into the kiss as his arms wrap around my waist and pull my body tight against his. I haven't been enveloped like this in a long time, too long.

Sam coaxes me deeper into the kiss, taking his time to taste me, feel my lips against his. His tongue licks lightly at my lips and is gone by the time I'm opening for him, wishing to taste him as well. I push forward, seeking him, then our tongues meet, and I moan into his mouth again.

The fleeting sweetness of his mouth drives me crazy. He gives me a little taste only to withdraw again, making me chase him, but not for long. He gives me what I want but only after he makes me ask for it without a word.

Sam's hands roam up and down my body, gliding along the dress that hugs my form until he stops at my ass. He's squeezing my cheeks, getting two good handfuls, harder and harder, like some kind of need is taking over him.

"Sam—" I whisper as his fingers dig into me.

I can't speak past his lips, which are still hungrily covering mine. But my voice seems to awaken him. He kisses my cheeks, my jaw, my ear, my neck, his hands beginning to roam again up my back, then back down to my thighs, stretching for the hem of my dress. I can only sag heavily in his arms, letting his attention rain on me and wash away the filth of the evening.

When I feel his fingers curling beneath my dress, I step back from him, but he doesn't let me get far. His grip tightens, keeping me where he wants me, but I don't want to get away. I just want to get out of these clothes.

I raise my arms, and he lifts the dress up and off my body. He tosses it aside, his eyes taking me in. I'm just in a white thong and my platform heels. But I don't cover up. I want him to see me.

Sam scoops me into his arm and whisks me away to the staircase, his mouth on my neck. I wrap my arms around his head, keeping his attention there—and lower. He kisses a trail to my chest as he kicks open a door and walks us into a large bedroom, and he's soon suckling my breasts as he lowers me to the bed.

My fingers snake into his hair, and I toss my head back, letting him have as much of me as he wants. And the man is hungry. I can feel him holding back as he swirls his tongue over one nipple, then the other. He laps my stiff peaks before gently sinking his teeth in. I cry out softly and arch into his face, wanting more.

Sam tastes me all over, kissing and licking down my stomach, searching out spots that make me suck in a breath. I'm a tearful,nearly weeping mess, above and below the waist, by the time he reaches my thong. I'm so wet that my thighs glisten in the dim light.

"This is how badly you want me?" he murmurs, peeling my thong off.

I'm whimpering and trembling, unable to find my voice or any words. I feel like I'll scream if he touches me, he's wound me up so far.

"Shh, shh," he whispers. He drops his head to my thighs, and I feel his breath against my wet lips. I twitch away from him, the sensation overpowering me. "Don't move. Let me taste you just like this."

Sam keeps my legs pressed tightly together, and while kneeling on the floor, he gently slips his tongue between my lips.

"Ohhh godd!" I cry, pushing myself against his hot tongue, easing my pussy into his mouth.

He groans, the muffled sound vibrating into my core. I take that with another moan as he pumps his tongue back and forth between my lips, stimulating my clit. He lets me rock my hips up and down, riding out the motion and adapting to it. It's like he tunes directly into me. Other guys would do what they wanted. Sam does what I want.

He lets me drench his mouth until I'm crying out with no restraint, lost in how he eats me like he loves the taste. I'm getting close, begging him not to stop, my fingers tangled in his hair, but he does just that, slowing to a painful stop, his tongue simply sitting between my lips. Even that presence makes my clit pulse.

"Noo, nooo," I wail, feeling the orgasm slip away.

"I'm not done, Bree."

He smirks after freeing himself from me. I know there's undisguised lust written all over my face. I want him so bad thatI can't care about him soaking up every little reaction of mine. I want to come too badly to be embarrassed.

"I want you," I whisper, my body writhing out of my control on the bed. "I want to feel you inside me."

"Where?" Sam strips slowly, his gaze burning into me.

I sink a finger into my soaking hole, massaging myself from the inside.

"Here."

Sam licks his lips, then surprises me with his strength and speed. He seizes my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the bed, making me gasp. The man is rock hard, poised in front of my sopping pussy.

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