Page 48 of Vendetta

She moves away from my mouth and trails kisses along my jaw, her hot breath tickling my skin whenever she pulls away. By the time she reaches my ear, my resistance is all but crumbling.

This woman is dangerous.

“I want you to fuck me in your bed,” she whispers, and then bites down on my earlobe.

As if there's anything that would stop me right now. My jeans are already too tight against my hard-on as it is.

I grab the collar of her T-shirt and just rip it off her, exposing her perfect breasts. She gasps in surprise, and then moans as I take her nipple into my mouth and lightly bite on it. Her back arches, and she presses herself into my mouth as I lick and suck and bite her other nipple.

Placing a hand flat on her stomach, I lay her on the bed. She lifts her hips when I pull off her shorts, taking the underwear with it. I kiss my way up the inside of her thigh until I finally reach her core, already wet for me. I look up at her, smiling at her ragged breathing, her stomach quivering in anticipation, and then I shake my head when I see her eyes closed.

I let my mouth hover over her clit. “You know I won't touch you until you look at me.”

She opens her eyes instantly and locks them to mine. The second my mouth latches onto her clit and my fingers find her entrance, her hands press at the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair and pulling on it. She tastes so fucking good. I wrap an arm around her thigh to keep her from writhing when I finally insert my finger inside of her and pull it out, then insert two and start sliding them in and out in a steady rhythm.

I feel her clench around me within minutes, and I quicken my pace to bring her over the edge, sucking and licking her clit. I lift my head as she rides her orgasm, her eyes holding mine.

When her body falls limp back onto the mattress, the only sound in the room is our breathing, hers ragged and mine heavy, because the erection in my jeans is at the point of being painful. My self-control is definitely at its limit; I'm just about ready to bury myself in her.

I pull my fingers out of her instead and then get up and sit on the bed, adjusting myself. I glance at her and take in her flushed cheeks, her teeth still biting on her lips to keep from screaming.

She's the personification of beauty.

Her hand finds mine and she tries to pull me down to her, but I bring her up to sit instead and take the clothes I laid out earlier. I pull the hoodie over her head, only to reveal her confused eyes when it's on her.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

I lean over and kiss the frown on her forehead. “I told you, we're going for a walk.”

“What, now?”

I just nod.

“But—”

“But what?”

“I was looking forward to that.” She waves her fingers in the general area of my crotch.

We both look down at the bulge in my jeans. An evil grin curves my lips. “Oh, you're going to get it. Tonight, inmybed, where I already had you, what, three times last night?”

Her eyes widen in surprise. I thought she at least suspected that was actually my room, but obviously not.

I get off the bed, find a pair of boxers in one of the drawers, and walk back and slide them up her legs.

“Leighton, I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget about everything but me inside you,” I say, meeting her gaze.

She swallows hard. “Is that a threat?”

“A promise,” I say casually, picking up the sweatpants and sliding them up her legs as well, then pulling on the drawstring around her waist to secure them cause otherwise they'd probably fall off. I fold the waistband over for good measure.

She stands up, still on shaky legs, and smiles. She leans down and rolls each leg up three times over until her feet come out. It looks ridiculous and kinda hot at the same time, to see her practically swallowed in my clothes. I throw two socks at her and she smirks, putting each on.

“There's a warm jacket somewhere in that pile of clothes.” I point to the pile in question, trying to hide a sheepish smile.

She walks over to the chair it's all thrown on, and starts rummaging through the clothes, her back to me. She pauses for a second.

“Never took you to be so messy,” she says, her voice slightly louder as she shuffles some of my clothes around. She turns around after shrugging my jacket on, her hands in the pockets, and sniffs the collar. “Can I keep this?” she asks.

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