Page 24 of V for Vengeance

No matter how often I was between her legs, worshipping her sweet flesh, delving my tongue, my fingers, my prick inside her, it always felt like the first time. No matter how many times I sucked her clit and fingered her pussy, V gasped and moaned like she hadn’t felt it before. Like every sensation was new and surprising. I was gone in the head over this woman, but I didn’t care. I’d go mad without her.

“Sloan…wait,” V begged when I trailed from her pussy to her puckered hole. “It’sfucking dirty.You shouldn’t—”

“Nothing about you is dirty, love.” I soothed, spreading her cheeks apart. Her breath caught again. “Well, nothing you don’t want to be,” I amended with a sneaky grin.

“You’re such a perv—”

I licked her with the flat of my tongue before prodding her hole open with the tip, cutting her whispered insult short. Her legs quaked, barely keeping her upright, and I bit her bum with a little chuckle.

I’d told her once that I liked when she was saucy, and that wasn’t a lie. The bobbing cock between my legs pulsing every time her insult-laced complaints reached my ears was plenty evidence of that. It surprised me how much I got off on her sassy mouth, but then again, everything about what V did to me was a new experience. Perhaps the entire reason I couldn’t fathom letting her go.

I’d never get enough of her.

Reaching inside my back pocket, I retrieved a little tube of lubricant meant only to pleasure my darling here. Granted, I hadn’t come with the intention to do anything more than what she wanted, but call me an optimist.

Despite her voiced objections, V crumbled the minute my fingers were inside her, touching places no one had ever touchedand giving her pleasure she swiftly lost herself to. And I’d stroke myself to completion watching her go through the shame, guilt, and hesitation before finally succumbing to it and fully enjoying herself. It was bloody captivating. It might seem mad to say so, but I truly got off on my little darling’s pleasure—especially when it was born out of fear and hesitation at first.

V’s accusing eyes followed my hand when I retrieved the lubricant. “You actually brought—”

I coated a couple fingers before pushing one inside her arse, already having opened her the night prior. It went in easier than before, and I added another before dropping back down and sucking on her clit. V’s head shot back and her spine curved, the muscles all over her body doing a tantalizing dance, reacting the same way she did the first time I teased her here.

It’d be a lie to say I wasn’t proper chuffed to know Phillip hadn’t explored this area with V when I first slid my hand further down, watching her face for any signs of distress. She’d been a little confused and afraid at first, but soon relaxed and opened herself to me.

The first time I teased her clit and fingered her arse, the little Hunter came so hard she coated my mouth with her bliss. As shameful as it might be to admit, I’d nearly come myself when she did. I was spared the shame of it, but barely.

Each time, I got a little closer to exposing how tragically turned on I was by her pleasure. I’d never admit how addictive it was to take it a little further each time to see how the beauty reacted to the spots I touched. I was eager to teach her more about what pleasure could be found in different parts of her body.

Sinking two fingers in knuckle-deep, I greedily probed her wet opening and sucked her clit, listening for her moans to guide me to where she felt it the most. She tried to get away at first, but I had a firm grip on her front and kept her close.

If she truly didn’t want it, V could overpower me in a second. But her body told me whether or not she enjoyed it. At the slightest sign of discomfort or repulsion, I always stopped and waited for her to tell me if she wanted to continue.

When the little minx tried to move away again, I stood up. Then I bent over her naked body after dropping my jeans around my ankles. I cleaned my mouth with the little wipes I always brought, something V often teased me for:“Do you like, prepare for everything?”It might seem rather silly, but after I noticed how easy it was to crave her wherever we went, I prepared for every moment.

V stiffened and turned her head. “Sloan?”

Biting her shoulder gently, I asked in a lust-thick voice, “Is it too much, love? Do you want to stop?”

The moonlight hit her eyes just right, giving them an ethereal glow. “No,” she breathed, moistening her lips and closing her eyes tightly. “Fuck me, Sloan. Fuck me like you won’t see me tomorrow.”

Because I wouldn’t.

Chapter 13

Missing You Already

“This is our last night together for a while.”

It was Phillip all over again. I didn’t mean to react like he’d cut my heart out, but in a way, he had.

I might be a little confused about my budding situation-ship with another woman and the hilarious menace who grew on me like a fungus every day with his squealing Karen mannerisms and obnoxious emoji infatuation, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still beyond captivated by the Brit who made the butterflies in my stomach flutter relentlessly whenever he was near. And he was leaving.

Just like Phil did.

Just like everyone had at some stage.

Fuck, V. You’re sounding like a clingy teenager again. You’re a badass Hunter. Get it together.

His gorgeous smile agitated the festering betrayal coating my throat, and I nearly throttled the other Hunter to shake some sense into him. Why did I have to lose someone every time things felt like they were settling down and finally moving in adirection that felt right? Why did it feel like I’d never be content for any length of time?

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