Page 24 of Princess of Vengeance

Perfect.

I hold back a satisfied smile. His attention is exactly where I want it—on me, not on his guilt or pain about leaving Princess behind.

My jeans slide down my legs until I can easily kick them off. I’m doing my best to make him want me, but I’m also being careful not to strain my healing wounds again. The bandages are still there, wrapped around my torso, but Killian’s careful tending has helped me recover faster than I ever would’ve expected. Every day that passes brings less pain and more mobility.

I stretch out on the bed and take a second to enjoy the feel of cool sheets against my warm body. “Are you sure you just want to watch?” My fingers trace lazy patterns on my stomach. “Because this might be your last chance to change your mind…”

I’m bluffing, of course, but his breath still catches. “Siren.” His name for me comes out as a low, rumbling growl.

“Yes?” I arch my back slightly, testing my range of motion. The movement sends a little twinge of pain down my spine, but it doesn’t hurt like it would have just yesterday. “Is there something you want to say?”

His eyes track every small shift of my body as I reach back and unfasten my bra, then let it fall away. “You’re more than welcome to join me anytime, you know. Or…” I pause to cup my breasts and close my eyes for a moment before opening them and holding his gaze again. “You can stay over there and let me do this all by myself.”

I adjust my position on the bed to make sure he has the perfect view. “You know what I like.” I nibble at my bottom lip as I roll my nipple between my fingers. “How rough I need it.” The touch is feather-light, nowhere near enough pressure.

That will come soon enough though.

A groan escapes his throat and his hands curl into fists at his sides.

“But I can be gentle too.” I circle my areola with my fingertip, avoiding direct contact with the sensitive peak. “See?”

“Fuck…” His voice has dropped an octave.

I switch to my other breast, giving it the same delicate attention. My nipples tighten into hard points, begging for more. “Not enough though, is it? Not for either of us. You know exactly how I like to be touched.”

His jaw clenches. “I do.”

“Hard pinches.” I demonstrate with the lightest of tugs instead. “Teeth.” Another soft caress. “Your strong hands squeezing…”

The growing bulge in his pants tells me my words are having their intended effect. I trail my fingers down my stomach, over the bandages, until I reach the edge of my panties.

“Should I keep going?” I slide my hand beneath my panties, slowly teasing my clit and keeping my movements deliberatelysoft and light. “Jesus, that feels good. Not as good as it feels when you do it, but close.”

His jaw clenches. “I don’t tease you like that though.”

“No.” My hips rock upward as I pick up the pace a little, letting the pleasure build. “You fuck me so hard and deep that I can’t remember my own name. You make me come over and over, until I’m weak and shaking.”

“That’s right.” He takes a step forward, then catches himself. “That’s exactly what I do. And you fucking love it.”

“You know what else I love?”

“What?”

“When you hold me down and wrap your hand around my throat until I’m gasping for air.” I let my fingers trail up to touch my neck, imagining his fingers digging into my skin. “The way you growl in my ear and tell me what a good girl I am.”

That muscle in his jaw ticks again, but he doesn’t try to move. “Keep going.”

“I love when you shove my face into the pillow and fuck me from behind.” My movements speed up, and a rush of heat spreads through my body. “Or when you tie me up with your belt. Not that I’d ever try to get away.”

His eyes flash. “Damn right you wouldn’t. You’d lay there and take it like the good girl you are.”

My hips arch off the bed as I dip my fingers lower, circling my entrance but not entering. I’m tempted to take my panties off, but I also love that he can’t see exactly what I’m doing. It’s torture for both of us, but in the best possible way.

His eyes flick up to mine for a second before returning to my hand as it teases my clit in slow circles.

“Is that what you’re thinking about?” I bite my lip and dip two fingers inside myself, groaning at the fullness. My eyes flutter shut for a moment as I savor the sensation. “Fucking me as hard as you can? Until I’m screaming and panting and sorefor fucking days? Or maybe you’re picturing that night in the graveyard.” I suck in a breath as I curl my fingers and thrust them slowly. “Fuck, you made me come so hard that night.”

I can see the memory flickering in his eyes. Good. I want him to remember it all. To think about every filthy, dirty, primal thing we’ve done together.

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