Page 29 of V for Vengeance

“Wait!” I gasped, the rush of sensation hitting all over and taking hold of my body. I was quivering before I knew it.

It was scarier than I thought it would be. Maybe because it was Phillip all over again. I didn’t know what to do or how to act. So, I tried to get away before I gave myself away. But Jo hushed me with a small kiss before slipping her hand underneath my shirt. Her gentle touch eased the tension. Her soft voice in my ear was the reassurance I hadn’t realized I needed.

“Don’t worry. It’s normal to be scared.”

Her lips moved sensuously over mine, keeping me on the edge, baiting me. And soon, I responded, lost to her mesmerizing kiss. Our tongues tangled. Our harsh breath mingled. I reached up, finally feeling a little brave, and dragged my fingers through her silky hair. It fell all around my face, keeping the two of us in our own little world. She was so beautiful, so soft, smelled so good, and it was crazy to think that she wantedme.

What a powerful feeling.

I felt her smile against my mouth before she dropped a few kisses on my cheek and neck. “That’s it,” she murmured in encouragement. Then she thrust her hips down harder onto mine, falling into a sensuous rhythm.

Shit, it was so good. Why was it so good? How was she this fucking soft?

My head turned, seeking her mouth, and she giggled before kissing me again. I no longer hesitated. I was braver. I rolled my waist and chased sensation. I sunk my hands into her hair and dragged her closer. I stopped letting it happen and started participating.

Nipping my lips, she dragged my tongue into her mouth before trailing kisses down my neck and sucking on my throbbing pulse. I wasn’t breathing anymore, but my heart was pumping inside my chest, affected by this gorgeous killer who kissed with as much passion as she had for fighting enemies. And I waited. I waited for her to do something. To show me what I’d been missing. I let her lead because I didn’t even know where to begin, but I could follow. I could figure it out with her.

Jo’s hand found my breast. Breathing hotly into my mouth, her fingers teased and tugged my pebbled nipple under a thin layer of lace. Shock struck my hips with heat, and I arched into her, gasping loud enough that it echoed off the walls.

“I can promise you, V, that if you give into me, you’ll enjoy every second. I won’t ever leave you unsatisfied, and I won’t ever make you wait. You’re safe with me. Whatever we do together, we’ll go at your pace.”

She sucked on my neck hard enough that I moaned without meaning to. Her words had gotten to me. We’d barely done anything, and it felt so good already. Part of me knew it would, but reality hit harder. I was into it. Jo turned me on. I was so fucking wet I felt it in my underwear every time I moved. What that meant, I wasn’t sure, but I’d already gotten this far. No sense in saying no now.

I gripped the bed and nodded. “Okay…”

Taking hold of my jaw again, Jo filled my mouth with her wicked tongue, then tore the lace cup away from my breast. She gripped it before circling my nipple with her finger. After I arched and moaned her name, the dangerous woman droppedher head where the shirt was tucked under my arms, exposing my naked chest.

Sucking my breast into her mouth, she didn’t give me time to think or pretend to breathe. She worked the pliant flesh to her liking—swirling, sucking, kissing, and nipping it with so much strength that I genuinely wondered if she was trying to suck my soul right out of my body. I quivered under her, already lost to the sensations. It was different. I’d never thought about how sensitive my nipples were until Jo spent minutes sucking them. The Fae’s tongue danced around the tip, teeth gently tugging. My pussy contracted, and pleasure hit my hips again.

How was she so good at this? Everything she did, everywhere she touched was exactly what I needed. Like she’d done it enough to know where I’d feel it the most. Like she knew my body better than I did. Because even I didn’t know where I liked it most until she licked and nibbled those exact spots, over and over, confident they’d pleasure me.

“Like that, do you?” she murmured, not asking. Because she knew the second I gasped and curved up into her that everything she did to me was fucking amazing.

But for some reason, I felt inclined to answer. “Yes…fuck, yes I do.”

She blew on my wet flesh, lush lips lifted when I moaned her name again. My eyes jerked down to hers, and I brushed the hair away from her face. Shit, she was gorgeous. With her mouth wet and her eyes beaming amber, it was insane to think this woman was touching me—wanting me.

She dipped down, devoured as much of my breast into her mouth as she could, and then flicked her tongue and suckled the flesh until I was rigid underneath her. My pussy throbbed and pulsed. I turned my head and groaned, so fucking turned on I had to move my hips to try to release some tension. I wanted totouch her, but what she did to me felt so good that all I was able to do was moan and swivel my waist.

Her hand went over my mouth, muffling the sounds I made. I closed my eyes as she played with one breast, then moved over to the other to give it the same attention. Sensation stormed my thighs, and the place between my legs throbbed violently.

I needed to touch myself. Moving my waist wasn’t enough.

When I tried to reach between us to do it, Jo caught my hand and pinned it to the bed. I started to complain, but she silenced me with a rough kiss. Then her other hand chased my curves and retracting stomach, fingers tantalizing and caressing along the way. My neck curved and I breathed a soft “Please” to encourage her. She undid the button and zip of my jeans, yanked my pants down to my knees, and then fitted her hand between my open legs.

Electricity shot down my spine as her fingers dipped into the wetness between my thighs, spreading it all over her thin digits before she drove them inside. My waist jerked, chest retracting sharply, and I fought to close my legs, but Jo kept them open with her body and fucked me with her fingers hard enough to get a gasping curse out of me.

“Fuck.” My hips bucked. “Too fast.”

But she didn’t slow down. If anything, she went faster. She hit spots in and out that were instant pleasure. Moving her hand away from my mouth, she kissed me again, and her devilish tongue dominated mine without trouble. “You need it fast. Just trust me, babe. You should let yourself enjoy what I do to you because fuck knows I am. You’ve never looked sexier.”

The other woman licked my bottom lip, breathing her seductive heat into my mouth. It was obvious in every look that she enjoyed what she was doing to me. I didn’t expect it to be such a turn-on. I wanted to touch her too, but she moved too fast for me to try.

Without breaking our kiss, Jo yanked my underwear down so she could finger-fuck me easier. My thighs shook and tensed as I tried and failed to fight the pleasure exploding with every strong movement of her hand. All I really seemed to know how to do was moan her name and beg her to slow down. The speed was insanity.

“Jo, I can’t…it’s too much,” I tried to say, gasping when her fingers only sped up and gave it to me harder despite my complaints. Like a goddamn vibrator, the speed couldn’t be matched by any human.

Forcing me to arch my neck with a hand around my throat, the other woman sucked on it hard enough to leave a mark. I barely registered the stabbing pain in my neck because it was quickly followed by absolute fucking bliss. Every suck intensified the pleasure collecting in my waist, and I was addicted to the new but familiar feeling of it. Like she was drinking from me. Like she was the one with fangs, not me.

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