Page 67 of Vengeful Dove


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“Sorry, Petal,” he whispers, stroking his hands down my sides. “I had this pretty little thing pressed against me all night, and the idea of her being in here, in my shower, all alone just didn’t seem right,” he murmurs, my core tingling at his raspy words as he presses the length of himself against my back.

I lean into him, desperate to show him that I want him when I can’t find the words to tell him.

The sound of the water fills the room, encasing us in a moment of rawness as he trails his hands from my wrists to my shoulders, teasing along my collarbone before delving down the valley between my breasts. The moment he reaches near my belly button, my muscles clench with anticipation, but instead of traveling farther down, he flutters his finger tips and strokes over my hips instead.

“You’re a tease,” I mumble, my words barely audible over my pulse thundering in my ears.

“I’m just appreciating what’s mine,” he replies, making my core clench, and I feel him grin against my skin as he trails soft kisses over my shoulder. “Tell me that’s what you are, Petal,” he breathes, bringing his lips to my ear. My jaw falls slack, but I can’t find the words. “Say it, Elodie. Say you’ll let me obsess over you. Say you’ll let me bring you fucking joy, and ecstasy, and safety. Say you’ll let me find myself in you.”

I feel weightless at his words, and he expects me to respond. He must take my silence as uncertainty because he pushes on.

“I already know I have to share you, Petal. It’s okay. Kael and Thorne will be worthy of you, I’ll make sure of it.”

“I’m not… they’re not…”

“It’s okay. You don’t need to say anything. Just know that I know, and I want it, okay?” His free hand strokes down my back, over every scar, and instead of tensing at the touch, I lean into him more.

Never mind surviving this life, I don’t know if I can survive this moment.

“Rion,” I breathe as he grinds his cock between my ass cheeks.

“This is mine soon, Petal,” he reminds me, and I gulp as the water cascades over my limbs. “But I want to start my weekend off with your thighs wrapped around my waist like a vice, yeah?” His lips brush against the shell of my ear, and I’m putty in his hands.

He brings his fingertip to my lips as he turns me around so we’re face to face. Turning on the spot, I’m swept off my feet before my eyes find his. A hiss parts my lips as my back meets the cool tiled wall behind me, but heat floods my bones as the man before me grins with the glint of victory in his eyes.

Silently, I wrap my arms around him, mesmerized by the water droplets gathering along the tips of his cropped hair before cascading over his muscles, taking a journey I’m desperate to follow with my tongue.

His thick length presses against my core as he inches me higher up the wall, eyes locked on mine the entire time as I cling to him. My fingertips press into his shoulders as our breaths mingle between us. Each inhale grows shorter as desire tightens my muscles, and all he’s doing is holding me in the air; he’s not even touching me properly. Yet there’s no rush.

I feel warped in time, intent on staring deep into his eyes, like I need to cement this moment in my mind for all of eternity.

A squeal bursts from my lungs as he hikes me even higher against the wall so his head is in line with my breasts. His hungry stare lingers on mine as he leans close, running his tongue over my taut peaks before sucking one into his mouth. His cheeks hollow out as I gasp, my fingers digging in deeper, desperate for purchase. It’s futile as he rakes his teeth over my flesh and my back arches off the wall, eager for more.

But from this angle, he has all of the control. It suits him too much for me to protest.

“Fuck me, Rion.” It comes out as a plea, not an order, and he smirks, grinding his cock through my folds as he lowers me just enough to connect.

His hands slip to cover the globes of my ass, instantly bruising as I leave my mark on him too. I moan when the tip of his cock lines up with my entrance in the next breath.

“Beg me again, Petal. I didn’t quite hear you the first time,” he rasps as I try to lower myself onto his dick, but he makes it impossible.

Pouting, I exhale slowly, surrendering my control as I bring my hand from his shoulder to his face. My thumb runs across his bottom lip as my half-mast gaze fixates on his. “Fuck me, Rion.” He cocks a brow. “Please,” I add, and he thrusts his hips in one swift move, stretching me with his cock.

The sound of the shower barely drowns out my cry of pleasure as I struggle to adjust to him inside me. If he notices, he doesn’t make it known as he pulls out just enough to drive deeper, making my pussy clench around him. My next euphoric moan is mellowed out in comparison as I slowly adjust to his width.

I arch my back off the wall, hopeless for more as he leans in, capturing my nipple between his lips again. The world slips away from me. Not even the bathroom is in my view, just the water droplets as Rion consumes every inch of me. Firm and fast, heslams into me with precision, wrangling a sound from my throat with every thrust as I attempt to hold it all together, so close to falling apart at the seams.

He’s relentless, feral, and obsessed as he grins at me, the cords in his neck tight as he holds back his release. When he sinks his teeth into my nipple, I cry out, the sound lucid as I feel the first flicker of an orgasm rippling through my body. He must sense it too, I can tell by the way his eyes widen, but instead of pushing me over the finish line, he stops dead.

Gaping at him, I try to speak, but all I can do is shake my head as he grins.

“The thing is, Petal. I’m done just fucking you,” he starts, brushing his thumb across the nipple he just abused with his mouth, and I tremble.

“W-what?” I stutter, confused as hell, and he snickers.

“You heard me. I’m. Done. Fucking. You,” he repeats, driving each word home with a thrust of his cock in my core, leaving my breath lodged in my throat.

“I heard you, but I don’t understand,” I scramble, desperate for more as he lowers me slightly, just enough to bring us eye to eye with his dick still lodged where I want it. I just need him to move again.