Page 152 of Vengeance of the Gods

He said he was going to take his time, but Vega’s body hadn’t gotten the memo. She shattered under his mouth, her body releasing the hold on her sanity.

It had taken him seconds to get Vega to come after all the verbal worshipping and praise he’d given. Her body quivered, abdomen flexing tight as she rode out the hardest and quickest orgasm of her entire life.

She couldn’t form a coherent thought and barely recognized her own voice when she cried out Bridger’s name.

Vega had been with other men—the curse forcing her into relationships she never would have sought out. In some of them, she’d been happy, at least for a moment until something traumatic happened and ruined whatever semblance of peace Vega had found in that life.

But no one, not a single one of the men placed into her life by her curse, had ever made Vega feel the way Bridger had… The way he does.

Not emotionally or physically.

Vega had loved him since the night she met him, even before they’d been bonded. Bridger had always been her person, and when he’d left, she lost a piece of herself. One she had to learn to live without—but now she didn’t have to.

She could let herself love him again.

I can let myself be loved.

She’d spent so many years being mad, reacting out of anger and heartbreak. She hadn’t gotten the opportunity to heal from not only what she went through in Tolevarre but Earth too.

She might not ever get the chance to now… Those thoughts weren’t going to ruin the moment for her, so she banished them to the pit with Death, clearing her mind of anything but Bridger.

Vega sat up on her elbows again, watching Bridger in no hurry to remove himself from between her legs. If she let him, he would happily give her another.

Vega tangled one hand in the hair at the top of Bridger’s head, moaning as he stuck another finger inside. “Oh.” Her eyes rolled back at the wave of pleasure it sent through her.

“Mmm, you’re so fucking pretty when you come for me.” His voice introduced a new type of need pulsing through Vega’s body.

“I need you. Gods, Bridger.” She panted, coming down from the high of one orgasm and the rise of another. She moved her hand to the back of his head and leaned forward, slipping it under his jaw to pull his mouth away from her.

He looked up at her, a dazed smile pulling at the corners of his lips while he ran his tongue over her sensitive clit one more time. “I could stay here all night.” He kissed up to her navel, pulling his fingers out.

Vega felt empty, but that feeling was soon replaced with the chills of his kisses coming back up her torso. Bridger pushed Vega’s sweater up, a happy grumble rising from his chest when he found Vega without a bra. One hand cupped her breast, fingers applying pressure to the nipple already pebbled tight from her orgasm. His tongue slid over the other, mouth warm as he took it between his lips.

Vega pulled her sweater over her head, pressing into Bridger’s mouth as she arched her back. He nipped at her nipple, sending shockwaves to her clit.

He let it go with a pop and sat back on his knees, his hands exploring every inch of her naked body—even slipping back between her spread legs to rub against her clit so fucking slowly while he watched Vega writhe in pleasure.

Vega’s lips parted, letting out a breathy moan. She couldn’t help but stare at him, his muscles flexing with each breath he took. The veins in his arms bulged so deliciously, she got lost watching his hand pleasure her. If she wasn’t careful, she might actually start drooling.

Bridger’s body was chiseled better than any Roman statue depiction… and so was the bulge pushing against his boxers and the thin material of his sleep pants—she could confirm they hadn’t gotten the size of those right back on Earth.

Her body and mind were still trying to recover from her last orgasm. Why did he always make her like this?

Always. Always. Bridger had always turned her into absolute mush. She could act as tough and badass as she wanted, talk all the shit she could, but the second he put his hands on her, she was putty—moldable by his hands only.

He added more pressure to Vega’s clit, bringing her back to life. She reached forward and untied the drawstring of his sleep pants.

Bridger wrapped one hand around Vega’s wrists, pinning them in place. He stared down at her with dark eyes and sharp features, looking like a fallen god.

Vega leaned in more, taking his grip with her as she rubbed a palm over his hard cock through his pants.

Bridger twitched, driving his hips into her touch with a groan of approval.

Vega bit her lip and pressed harder, her fingers gripping what they could with his pants in the way.

“Let me get you ready,” she purred. Vega pulled one leg over the other, twisting to one side. With her hands trapped together in his, she was still completely at his mercy.

Bridger had the perfect view of her ass in this position, all pooched out and on display for him. She watched his eyes flick down to get a peek, his free hand giving it a rough squeeze. For a second, Vega thought he might flip her over and fuck her senseless, but he surprised her by letting go of her wrists.