Page 145 of Savage Enemy

“Get back on the bed, Val.”

She pushed out her lip to pout. “But?—”

Absolutely the morphine.

“Now,” I commanded.

I gave my cock a few more strokes as she lay on the bed, then I prowled up between her legs, parting her soft thighs and gently positioning them on my shoulders.

She giggled. “What are you doing?”

“Praying.”

I placed gentle kisses on her thighs, dragging my mouth over her skin until I got to her hot little pussy.

Just as sweet as ever.

“Stefano, please. I need?—”

“I’ve got you, Angel. Relax and let me take care of you.”

Slowly, I licked and sucked, building her climax minute by minute without allowing her to orgasm.

When her thighs went lax on my shoulders, I focused on her clit, swirling my tongue, increasing the pressure until her thighs began to shake and her breathing became rapid huffs.

Val looked so beautiful spread out for me.

When she let everything go and gave over to me completely, nothing made me prouder as a man than making my woman come when I commanded it.

Once she arched her back and let a cry of pleasure escape from her lips, I moved down to lap at her juices and fuck her with my tongue.

She reached for me, so I offered my left hand.

“Stefano, please. I need you. Please,” she breathed.

So fucking delicious when she begged.

She’d been through so much pain, and all I wanted to do was make her forget it all and give her whatever she wanted.

Another part of me wanted to take her hard, claim what belonged to me, and punish her for her lies. And I would aftershe had time to heal. She would get her punishment when I believed the time was right for it.

And when I punished her for the lies, I would leave marks. I would make it hurt—and she would beg for more. Once healed, she would have some very long nights ahead.

I could be angry at her later. I could be vengeful later.

Until then, I just wanted to be grateful she’d survived, grateful to have her back where she belonged.

Still, in her condition, I doubted I could lay her out and make love to her without hurting her under my weight.

I could think of only one way to make it work. I kissed her thighs again, then pulled away to stand up.

“Did you miss me, my angel?”

“Yes, sir,” she whined.

“Do you want to show me how much?”

She crawled to the edge of the bed and sat back on her heels while trying to school her face to hide the pain.

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