Page 25 of Princess of Vengeance

A moan escapes my lips as the pleasure spikes, but it still isn’t enough. These light touches aren’t going to make me come. But we can both still enjoy what I’m doing in the meantime. “So deep, Killian. You fucked me so deep that night on that grave. It was… perfect.”

“You remember how wet I was that night?” I arch my back, sliding my fingers in deeper. “I’m even wetter now.”

I need more pressure, more friction, more everything. But I keep teasing myself the way he never would. My hips buck up, desperate for friction that isn’t there.

“Please…” The word slips out before I can stop it.

“Please what?”

“I need…” I whimper as another wave of pleasure rolls through me, more intense but still not quite enough to push me over the edge. “I need you. Need your hands on me. Your mouth.” I slip two fingers inside myself again but it’s not the same. Not even close. “Need you to make me come.”

Something snaps inside him. I can see it in his eyes when it happens, and I suck in a sharp breath as he finally—fucking finally—crosses the room and jerks my hand out of my panties.

“You don’t get to touch it anymore,” he growls, bringing my hand to his face and taking a moment to inhale deeply. “No more fucking teasing. This pussy is mine now, you understand?”

“Take it. It’s yours. Only yours,” I say, meaning every word as he runs his tongue up and down both fingers before slowly sucking them into his mouth.

He bites down just enough to make me gasp at the sudden jolt of pain, then gives my fingers one more long, thorough tongue bath before releasing my hand and letting it drop back down to the mattress beside me.

“You’re sure?” He drops down to his knees next to the bed without breaking eye contact and waits for me to nod. When I do, he reaches over and slaps my pussy through my panties.

Hard.

The sudden explosion of pain tinged with pleasure takes my breath away. My eyes go wide as I look at him, but I’m more concerned with the building sense of urgency I can feel between my legs. I’m so close to coming that the least little thing will push me over the edge.

And then he slaps my pussy again.

“Fuck,” I exhale as my orgasm tears through me. My head falls back and my legs start to shake as I finally let go and give in to wave after wave of intense pleasure. “Fuck me now… please.”

He rips my panties away—the thin, soaked fabric gives way almost immediately—and he takes a moment to inhale those too, before tossing them aside.

“You’re done calling the shots for now, siren,” he says. “It’s all mine, remember?”

Damn my traitorous mouth. But honestly? I’d give myself to him all over again if he asked, because I know what’s coming next. I know he’s going to give me what I need. Everything I need. Always.

“We’re just getting started now…” He pauses, roughly spreading my legs wide so every part of me is completely exposed to him. “And we’re not going to stop until I say.”

“I know,” I nod without hesitating as he lowers his upper body to get closer to my pussy. “That’s what I want.”

He doesn’t say another word. Instead, he drags his tongue from just below my pussy all the way up, then spreads me openand exposes my throbbing clit just as another wave of pleasure washes through me.

“Oh god,” I moan, arching my back when he goes down on me again. I’m expecting to feel his tongue, but I get his teeth instead, dragging across my clit and making me gasp his name as I instinctively reach for his head. “Killian! Oh, fuck…. Fuck me.”

I’m still coming. Or maybe I’m coming again. The way he teases my most sensitive spot with his fucking teeth over and over again is almost too much for me to take. And we’re just getting started? I hold on to his head and grind myself against his mouth as he licks and nips and teases me through my climax, then gradually let my hands fall away as my arms and legs and shoulders start to relax.

My head hits the pillow again as he looks up at me, and I swear I’ve never had to struggle harder to keep my eyes open.

Until he slaps my clit again.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, jerking fully awake as a smirk plays across his lips.

“No rest for the wicked. I told you we were just getting started.” His hand moves up my stomach and between my breasts until he’s loosely gripping my throat. “Now spread your legs for me as wide as you can and hold them like that until I tell you otherwise.”

He puts some pressure into his grip when my blissed out limbs don’t respond right away. He isn’t cutting off my breath completely, but there’s no doubt that he’s in control of my air flow.

I struggle to do what he says, reaching behind my knees and holding myself open for him. My face is getting warm from exertion and from the thought of how fully exposed I am, but it’s going to be worth every second of discomfort and slight humiliation when he fills me with that big, thick cock.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy,” he says, then spits on it, making me flinch in spite of myself. “Yeah, I like to see you just like this—spread open with my spit dripping into that little fuck hole.”

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