Page 45 of Seeking Vengeance

“This is just the beginning,amore mio.” I feast on the flesh below her ear as she shudders in my arms. “Wait until I fuck you. Wait until my cock is buried so goddamn deep you can’t remember what life was like before I was inside you.”

Air leaves her lips on a rapid rush. Her pussy flutters around my fingers. She comes undone, grinding into my touch, one hand reaching behind my neck to tear at my hair.

She cries out in orgasm, riding me, fucking killing me in the best possible way as her back arches, her breasts breaching the surface to give me the perfect view of her ruby pebbled nipples.

She whimpers. Whispers my name.

Then finally, she collapses against my chest, the arm around my neck slithering back to her side.

I slide my digits from her core, but don’t stop touching her. I trail my fingertips around her pussy lips, straight up her center, and over her clit, the leisurely path lasting long minutes as she regains level breathing.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” She retracts her claws and slumps farther against me, sinking lower until the water is at her neck.

“Did you enjoy that little bit of fun?”

“Little bit of fun?” She glances over her shoulder, eyes wide. “I’ve never done anything like that before… In front of someone, I mean… It was…”

I’m about to grin at her purity when she turns back away, the faintest glimpse of shame flashing in her gaze before her face is no longer in view.

“Hey.” I grab her jaw in gentle fingers and guide her stricken expression to look at me again. “You didn’t enjoy yourself?”

“I did.” She swallows and licks her lips. “But I’m…” She shakes her head. “I don’t know who that woman was. All I know is it wasn’t me.”

Shit.

I release her jaw and inch back, extricating my softening dick from her tailbone.

I told her I’d push.

I warned her this would happen. I warned us both. I thought that had been enough to prepare her.

“Forgive me.” My apology is unwittingly growled, my tone laced in self-loathing.

“No.” She turns her entire body toward me, a wave of water escaping the lip of the tub to patter to the tiles. She’s trembling again, the swelling on her cheek now darker and beginning to bruise. “I didn’t want you to stop. I just…”

Just what? I want to beg her to continue but she’s skittish. One wrong push and she’ll run. I can see it in her eyes.

“You don’t need to explain. I’ll give you privacy to get out on your own.” I lean forward, poised to stand when her hands clamp down on mine.

“No. Don’t go.” She gives a bashful smile as she lowers her attention to my chest. “I’m sorry… I’m just shocked. That was the most thrilling thing I’ve ever done.”

Her expression undoes me. The modesty that stands meekly in the shadows of a woman who seemed fearless last night.

“Tell me which part was thrilling, Layla.” I settle back against the tub, relief pumping through my veins. “I want to know every little detail.”

“All of it.” Her teeth rake her lower lip, her attention still on my chest. “I’m making a fool of myself, aren’t I?” She glances up through dark lashes. “I feel like a virginal teenager.”

I reach out, gliding a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then gently brush my thumb over her damaged cheek. The bruising is deep, almost as deep as my anger toward the person who inflicted that pain.

“You’re far from foolish.” I guide my touch to her lower lip, grazing the soft flesh as I grin. “And don’t worry. I like my women confident on the streets, and easily scandalized between the sheets.”

Her laughter is instantaneous. Melodic.

Something about her finds a home inside me. Something that meshes without flaw.

I don’t know how she came to be so perfect. But she is. Her courage and determination out in the real world is remarkable. Then the contrasting meekness once she’s naked and vulnerable is enough to have me entirely hooked.

I envisaged her being a tigress in bed. Sure and poised and bold.

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