Page 16 of Princess of Vengeance

“Just for you,” I repeat, panting as I reach for him. I don’t know what I need, exactly, just that I need more. More of this. More of him.

“There it is,” he says, keeping his thumb focused on my clit even as he fucks me with his two fingers. “So responsive for me. So damn beautiful.”

I whimper as he teases me relentlessly, toeing the line but never giving me that final nudge I need to tumble over the edge.His fingers fuck me in a slow, steady rhythm that doesn’t let up, doesn’t even give me a chance to catch my breath. And the whole time, his eyes never leave mine. No matter how much I arch and buck and writhe under him, those intense, hungry eyes stay fixed on mine.

“Please,” I whisper, desperate and frustrated after being pushed right to the edge for what feels like forever. “Don’t stop now.”

“I’m not stopping, vicious.” There’s a knowing look in his eyes. “But my hand isn’t enough, is it?”

“No,” I admit. “It could be, but I… I want more. Want you to fuck me hard.”

“Oh, I’m going to,” he says. “I promise I’ll fuck you as hard as you can take. But first, I have to taste you. I’ve gotta get between those legs and feast on that pretty pussy. Right. Now.”

My breath hitches and I squirm as he looks me up and down. I need to touch him. Need to feel every part of him. I reach for his cock again, but he captures my wrists and holds them gently above my head while he kisses me hard and rough and deep.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, breaking away to look into my eyes again. “I want you to come first while your pussy clenches around my tongue.”

I whimper at the thought, and my core clenches in anticipation as he releases my wrists. “Are you ready to come all over my fucking face, vicious?”

“Yes,” I breathe, not trusting my voice to say more.

He doesn’t keep me waiting. His hands move to my knees, nudging them apart as he eases himself down between my thighs. Then, with a quick, hard tug, he pulls my jeans and panties completely off, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable.

With a growl, he dives in, using his fingers and his tongue to tease my clit before moving deeper and making my whole body come alive.

“So fucking sweet.” His voice is a deep rumble that I can feel as it moves through me. “I could eat this pussy for days. For weeks.”

“Yes, god yes,” I gasp, fisting one hand in the sheets while I reach for his hair with the other.

I thread my fingers through his hair and raise my hips off the bed, pressing myself against him and moaning shamelessly when I feel his tongue thrust even deeper inside me.

He’s holding my thighs wide open, working me relentlessly, stroking and flicking and swirling, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through my body.

“Fuck.” He raises his head to take a breath, then moves right back into place, sucking my clit into his mouth, circling it with his tongue, then sucking hard, making my vision blur as my orgasm builds inside me.

But with each thrust of my hips and shift of my body, there’s a twinge of pain. The stitches in my side are pulling and stretching, but it’s so hard to care about anything but the feel of his mouth on me and the tidal wave of pleasure that’s building inside me.

I’m getting close, so close, but something is still missing. Even as my body clenches tighter and tighter, my mind keeps flashing horrible, terrifying images behind my eyes.

And the sounds… fuck, it’s all still so real and raw.

The gun going off next to Atlas’s head at Noctura, or Ambrose’s grinning, gloating face as he tortures him within an inch of his life.

I shake my head, wishing we’d never left him behind at Blood and Ink. I’ve made so many bad fucking decisions over the past few weeks that it’s a miracle we’re all still alive.

Each memory is like an electric shock, a splash of ice-cold water that threatens to put out the fire building inside me.

I need to feel him, skin on skin. I need him inside me, filling me up and pushing away the memories. I need to feel him moving above me, bringing me the kind of pleasure that only he can.

And I need it now.

With a desperate whimper, I reach for him until my hands find his shoulders, then dig my fingers into his skin. “Atlas,” I exhale, the need in my voice plain to hear. “Please… please fuck me.”

He looks up at me as if he understands exactly what I’m going through. “I’m here. Right here, vicious. I’ve got you.”

“Get up here,” I demand, giving his hair a rough tug that makes him groan.

He pulls his mouth away from me reluctantly. “I don’t think?—”

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