Page 313 of A Vicious Love

“Breathe. Don’t fight it.”

“I’m not,” she said, and then immediately made a sound proving she was.

I smiled against her. “Liar.”

She laughed weakly, then gasped when I gave her another slow suck and pull.

The laugh shattered into need.

Beautiful.

My beautiful fucking girl.

Every reaction killed me a little more. Her innocence, the way she had been so deadly serious that I was too big for her and now shook under my mouth. I licked her again, deeper this time, and felt her body start to climb toward something she didn’t yet recognize.

I recognized it.

Good.

I would guide her all the way there.

Her body found the edge before she understood she had reached it.

I felt it first in the way her thighs tightened around my shoulders, then in the sudden, desperate pull of her fingers through my hair. Her hips lifted toward my mouth with a broken little sound that made every savage, possessive part of me go still and listen.

“That’s it,” I murmured against her. “Don’t run from it. Let me have it.”

She shook beneath my hand, breath catching hard in her chest. “Jamison⁠—”

“Good girl. Give it to me.”

I took her through it slowly.

Though God knew greed had me by the throat. I kept my hand flat over her stomach, feeling the tremors move through her as I licked her through every shaking second. Her sounds turned soft and helpless, and by the time she collapsed back into the pillows, flushed and breathing as if she had crossed some beautiful, dangerous country, I felt satisfied in a way violence had never given me.

Deeply.

Fucking spiritually.

Also harder than I had ever been in my life, which made satisfaction a complicated state to maintain.

My cock ached with it. The pressure had become almost offensive, trapped against fabric, every pulse of blood going straight into demand. I pressed one last kiss to the inside of her thigh, then lifted my head.

Sienna looked destroyed.

Soft hair tangled across the pillows.

Mine.

The thought sat in me with ugly devotion.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and tried to remember civilization.

A failure, mostly.

When I moved back, her eyes focused on me. Her brows drew together at once, dazed but alarmed. “Where are you going?”

The question came out breathless and offended.