I opened my legs wider.
He lowered his head. “That’s it,” he whispered, warm breath wafting across my clit. He squeezed my thighs in his hands, then shifted them under me to cup my butt.
I closed my eyes, gasping when he sucked on my clit. I sank my nails into the mattress and jerked. Oh God. Oh God. Feeling Vic’s mouth on me sent a flood of tremors, quivers, and jolts through me.
The pressure in my lower belly built as his tongue circled my clit. Slowly.
He played and teased my opening with his fingers. And then he pressed three inside me. I screamed, rising to meet his thrust.
“That’s it, baby.” The vibration of his voice against me sent an erupting tidal wave of pleasure through me. “Fuck, you taste good. Made for me, Rainbird.”
He pushed his fingers in and out of me while he sucked, and then his tongue teased. “Vic, I’m going to…. Oh my God.” I tilted my hips up, nearly falling over the edge.
Everything stopped.
He lifted his head. “Want my cock inside you the first time I make you scream and quiver around me.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
I watched as he sucked each finger that glistened with my wetness. I stared, unable to take my eyes off him. God, I never imagined it would be like this. That this deadly, dangerous man who had once held a gun to my head would be between my legs, sucking on me.
But he was everything. His honesty. His gentleness. His protectiveness, and yeah—the damaged vulnerability that he kept imprisoned deep inside him.
He crawled up my body, and his mouth found mine. I tasted myself on his lips. It was erotic, and a flood of warmth sank deep.
“Condom, baby.” He got up and rifled through his bag on the floor. I heard the rustle of the package and the sound of it tearing open. I watched him roll the condom over his throbbing cock.
He settled back over me and trailed kisses along my collarbone, then found my mouth again. I curled my hand into the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Our mouths sparring. Tongues delving. There was an urgency in our kiss. A need that felt as if it would never be sated.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and pressed upward. His cock nudged my opening and I tried to push farther, but he wouldn’t let me.
He broke our kiss and stared down at me. The stormy depths of his eyes were dark, almost lethal.
He cupped my chin. “You’re mine, Rainbird,” he said. “You’ve always been mine. But now, you’ll know it.”
Then he drove his cock inside me.
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His mouth smothered my scream as he shoved his cock inside me, sinking deep. He didn’t move at first, waiting for my body to adjust to his thick length.
“Christ, you’re tight.” His eyes found mine. “You good?”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I curled my hand around his neck again and dragged his mouth to mine. He groaned and rotated his hips as he kissed me.
He pulled out, then thrust his cock back inside me, and I moaned against his mouth, my hips rising to meet his.
“Oh God.” I closed my eyes, raking my nails over his shoulders.
“Need your hands, baby.”
I lifted my arms above my head, and he locked his fingers with mine, pressing them into the bed.
“Please. Vic. Fuck me. Now.”
He stared down at me. “You have everything I am, Rainbird. Always. Don’t ever forget, baby.”
“Vic. God, please.”