Page 17 of Vendetta

He laughs. “Oh it will.” He replies. “I just need to find the right buttons to press.”

I frown. He’s so cocksure. So certain of everything. In a way I like it. I like his confidence and I like the way he sounds like he has plans for me.

He moves to lie beside me and I roll over to face him. He’s still wearing his shirt and trousers from yesterday.

Slowly I unbutton it revealing the luscious god like physique below. To say this man has muscles is an understatement.My fingertips graze the small patch of hair on his chest. Normally it would turn me off but on him it only emphasises his masculinity.

“Like what you see?” He says as my mouth practically salivates as the sight of him watching me as I appraise him.

I nod.

He runs a finger down between my breasts, right into the deepest bit of my cleavage.

“Just like I like what I see.” He says.

I blink in response but my hands are already moving to undo his belt. He tilts his head, taking over before yanking his trousers and boxers off in one go.

My eyebrows raise at the sight of him. At the sight of his fucking huge dick. He’s hard. But I knew that already. He looks even more impressive from this angle. But he also looks dangerous. I think this man could actually hurt me if he wanted to. His dick could literally spear me.

He sees where I’m looking but he doesn’t make any moves, any comments either. I reach out to touch him. To see if it’s even real and he stops me.

“Not yet.” He says.

“Why?”

“I need to sleep and you are not ready.” He states.

“You don’t know that.” I say.

He smirks as if he knows me better than I know myself.

“I’m not going to rush this. I want us to both enjoy the unwrapping.” He says as if he wasn’t the one making me choke on his cock yesterday. “Sleep.” He says pulling my body around so that he is spooning me.

I shut my eye. It’s hard to try to. It’s hard to focus on anything but the raging erection poking into my back.Taunting me almost. Begging for me to sit on it.

Him

Ican feel her squirming against me. I can feel my dick as it throbs against her. I’m leaking precum onto her skin. I’m half tempted to roll her back over and just fuck her despite my words. Despite my declarations.

I know she’s not tired. That unlike me she probably got a decent enough amount of sleep last night. I know I’m being selfish in making her sleep right now but I don’t care. I’m too tried to care. After everything that’s happened in the last eight or so hours I just need at least a few hours to recuperate.

I can smell her scent. I can taste her on my tongue still. When I close my eyes I see her splayed out before me. Her divine body quivering with each touch I make. I lick my lips and I taste her there too. My face is covered in her. I don’t want to wash. I don’t want the smell of her gone. I’d walk around for the rest of my days, smothered in her juices, marked for everyone to know.

My hands move of their own accord. I’m caressing her skin, drawing lazy circles across her bare shoulder. I pull her hair aside and kiss her neck, seeing the hint of something behind her ear.

As I tilt her head to get a better look I realise what it is. A tattoo. A snake. A viper. It’s tiny, hidden enough that that you’d have to know it was there or she’d have to have her hair all pulled up for you to notice. It’s so perfect. So ridiculously Eleri I can’t help but smile.

“I’ve had it for years.” She murmurs.

“What made you get it?” I ask running my finger over it. It’s beautiful, delicate, a true piece of art, just like the woman in my arms.

“I like snakes. They’re misunderstood creatures. They normally avoid people and only attack when provoked.”

“Sounds a lot like you.” I murmur and she shakes her head but I know it’s true. This woman is deadly, she just needs to realise it too.

She gasps for a moment and then looks at me.

“What?” I ask.

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