Page 104 of Vengeance of the Gods

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and the fucking noise that came out of her mouth—Gods, please let that be the last thing I ever hear.

“Bridg…” Vega wiggled, unable to finish his name, trying to free herself from the steadfast hold he had on her as he continued to work her through the tremors of an aftershock.

“I’m not done,” he mumbled against her oversensitive bud. “Give me another.”

Beads of sweat formed on Vega’s forehead, her eyebrows pulling together. “I-I can-can’t.”

Bridger’s throaty chuckle against her mound earned him another melodious whimper. He backed away from her long enough to pull his fingers out and swirl his tongue around them. “You say that a lot for someone who’s been known to give me what, eight, nine in one night?” Bridger kissed her inner thigh. “One more is all I’m asking for. I know you won’t be content without another. One’s never enough for you, baby. We both know it.”

Bridger didn’t wait for her to argue because there was nothing to argue about. Vega was going to come again.

End of story.

He lowered onto his other knee and spread her legs open as wide as they’d go, butterflying her out on the table like she was a buffet for one.

He groaned a tortured sound, sliding two fingers inside just to watch her pussy clamp around them. Bridger fingered her slowly, taking his time like he’d wanted.

She panted by the time he removed his fingers and sank back between her legs again, using nothing but his mouth to bring her to the next release Bridger planned on lapping up like a starved fucking animal.

Vega dragged Bridger’s hand up her torso, popping the two fingers he’d just pulled out of her inside her warm mouth. Her tongue slid in between his index and middle finger, cleaning her own juices off Bridger’s fingers.

He felt like he was fighting for his fucking life, pushing away the thought of her tongue on his rock-hard cock pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of his pants.

She deep throated his fingers, gagging.

Fuck, I’m done for. He took his gaze off Vega’s mouth, sliding his fingers out. They trailed down her chin, neck, chest, between the valley of her perky tits…

He watched his fingers instead of Vega. It was no secret Bridger loved eye contact. In fact, he demanded it most of the time, because there was nothing better than seeing the woman he was worshipping come undone for him—but this wasn’t just any woman.

There wasn’t anyone on this planet, in their realm or any other for that matter, who could wind Bridger up this tight.

“Look at me.” It was Vega who demanded eye contact this time, earning a low growl of approval from Bridger.

He locked eyes with her, and that was when Bridger saw it.

His future.

He’d spend the rest of his immortal existence making up for his wrongdoings if it meant she’d look at him like that forever. It reminded him of the night he’d promised to follow her to the underworld.

Love.

It had been so long since Bridger had felt loved.

“Yes, yes. Fuck.” Her mouth opened, soft moans caressing the inside of Bridger’s brain, and her direct eye contact almost brought him to the edge.

Vega reaching her second orgasm was the distraction he needed. Her body shuddered underneath him as she threw her head back and broke the connection that had him thinking of a future for the first time since… well, since he’d met her.

Bridger licked her slit from opening to clit again, taking as much of her release as he could. “Fuck, Vega.” She jerked as he wiped the cum dripping towards the table with an open palm, leaning back on his heels as his hand glistened with her latest orgasm. “You’re messier than I remember.” He licked from the inside of his wrist where her cum started to drip down his arm, to the tip of the fingers that had pressed against the back of Vega’s throat moments ago.

She didn’t sit up immediately, and Bridger was a-okay with that, because it meant he got to watch her tits bounce while she slowed her breathing. Her dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, no braids to hold the different layers back.

“That was…” Vega rasped. “Jesus Christ, Bridger.”

“Who?” he asked in confusion.

Her laugh was light and breathy. It sent goosebumps down Bridger’s arms. She sat up, thighs meeting in the middle as she leaned forward and situated her breasts back inside her bra.

Bridger was smitten, staring up at her from the floor.