Page 104 of Vicious Temptation

It strains painfully against my sweatpants, and shifting against the pressure does nothing to help.

God, she’s beautiful.

Even with her hair a mess from my hands, knowing I’m the reason she looks this thoroughly wrecked only makes me want to do it all over again.

My palms slide along the insides of her thighs, and her muscles tense.

Fuck, I could stay right here all day.

“I want you to come all over my fucking mouth this time,” I tell her. “Think you can do that?”

That familiar challenge flashes across her face.

“I think that depends on you, Braga.”

I grin. “Then keep those pretty eyes on me.”

Slipping the soaked red strip of underwear to the side, I inhale, nearly coming from her scent alone. Gripping one ass cheek, I drag her toward the edge of the couch and put my mouth on her, my tongue sliding along her slit.

A moan spills from her lips as her chin tips upward.

“I said eyes on me, fera.”

Her chin lowers again, and she meets my eyes.

“Fuck. You taste so fucking good.”

With another shaky breath, her hips shift toward me, and she bites down on her bottom lip, trying to contain the next sound, but I hear it anyway. Her gaze starts to slip before she catches herself, determined to give me exactly what I asked for.

I fucking love watching her try.

My tongue drags over her again as my hands curl around her thighs.

“And you feel even better when you start losing control for me.”

The Remi who was threatening to slit my throat minutes ago is still there, stubbornly fighting to hold herself together even now. But her flushed cheeks and trembling thighs are betraying her.

And I already know I’m going to need more of her.

I’m going to crave her after I leave this condo, when I wake up tomorrow, and every fucking time she gets near me and reminds me what it feels like to have her like this.

Goddamn, I’m already addicted.

Her teeth release her lip on a shaky breath, and this time, her eyes close.

“No, no, you keep looking at me,” I murmur against her swollen clit, flicking it with my tongue.

She cries out and opens her eyes, finding mine as her fingers plunge into my hair. Grabbing a fistful, she pulls, sending a sharp sting across my scalp that drags a groan from my chest.

“You like that,” she breathes as her grip tightens.

“Fuck, yeah. Pull harder.”

A soft laugh slips from her, only to break into a gasp when she tugs my head against her and grinds against my mouth.

Watching her take exactly what she needs from me brings out a possessiveness I have no business feeling. I want to give her everything she can take and then push her for more.

“Isso, porra. Usa minha boca.⁠*”