Page 333 of A Vicious Love

She opened her eyes.

I leaned down and kissed her knuckles, right over the wrong diamond.

“What?” she whispered.

“Nothing you need to worry about yet.”

Her brows drew together, but then my fingers circled harder, and the question dissolved into a gasp.

I slid into her with a slow, full stroke that made her moan.

I turned my cheek into her palm, and my hips slowed without conscious thought.

“I missed your hand,” I said.

“I’ll give it back,” she whispered.

Then she pulled me down and kissed me with so much feeling I lost the thread of every filthy thing I had been about to say.

The rhythm came back slower after that.

Deeper.

Her body moved with mine, less clumsy now, guided by my hand and the way her own need had begun to understand the pattern.

Her knees hugged my sides.

“That’s it,” I rasped. “Take me, baby.”

She whimpered and pulled me closer by the back of my neck. I kissed her hard, then dragged my mouth down her throat. I braced one hand beside her head, keeping the other between us, and shifted my angle until the next thrust made her cry out. Her body clamped around me so hard my vision blurred.

“That’s where you need me?”

She nodded, frantic.

I did it again.

She arched beneath me.

“Such a good girl taking Daddy’s dick nice and deep.”

Her hand flew to my wrist where my fingers worked her, holding me in place as if she feared I might stop. Every sound she made took another piece of restraint with it.

“Baby,” I said, kissing her jaw. “I’m getting close.”

Her eyes opened wider.

I slowed my hips just enough to hold the edge.

“You want Daddy to fill you up?”

Her entire body clenched. Fuck. I groaned and dropped my forehead to hers.

“That answers that.”

Her cheeks went pink, but she nodded.

“Say it.”