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The trial set in motion by Vaughn and Jo had ended earlier today after close to a month of no contact, and now we wait for the jury to debate. In the meantime, Vaughn is finally home, and his proximity makes my heart sing.
“I’ll grab little Miss Sia.” Mom shoots me a wink as she moves down the hall, calling out as she ascends the stairs.
“Nonna’s coming, my sweet girl.”
I’m smiling after them when Vaughn rounds the corner into the kitchen, and he stops, dropping his bags to the tiled floor beneath his feet as he inhales deeply.
“Ohfuck, I’ve missed that smell.”
My brows crease when I walk toward him, my feet moving closer as though magnetized by his sheer presence. “I’ve not been cooking. Not that you’d like the smell if I tried…”
His arms go around my waist, and he buries his face in my hair as he breathes in. “Your smell, little bird. I’ve missed that citrusy sunshine fragrance that soothes my soul and calms my demons.”
Then he pulls back to tip my chin up, his eyes raking across my face, drinking me in like a parched man before he presses his lips to mine. My arms go around his neck as my breasts are crushed against his chest, and he groans hungrily when I immediately deepen the kiss, needing more from him.
His mouth leaves mine, and I gasp as he trails kisses down my neck, nipping my collarbone as his hands grip my ass. He tugs me closer against him, and I softly whimper, “Stop, Vaughn. I’m already entirely intoxicated by a simple kiss.”
He stands tall with a dimpled, devilish smile that I feel all the way down to my toes. “You’ll be near comatose by the time I’m through with you tonight, my Wren.”
I arch a brow and step out of his hold with a taunting wink. “Old men like you are all talk, Mr. Burton.”
Laughter dances on his face when he snakes out a hand to grab me, but I sidestep him with a snort to stride briskly toward the stairs. I jolt when his palm wraps around my neck, twisting me around to pin me against the wall.
My entire body lights up as fire builds in my lower stomach when those midnight eyes I adore beyond all reasoning stare down into mine, the intensity within them sending a tingle up along my spine.
He slowly moves toward me, his lips close enough to taste when he breathes softly, his words an exhalation into my mouth.
“We’ll see if your opinion changes tonight, because I’m going to edge youallfucking night. Until you’re crying to come, pleading for release, and Istillwon’t let you have it.”
I inhale sharply, and his eyes flare as his lips twitch with a wicked grin. “I want to see you on your hands and knees, little bird. Crawling to me, begging me to pound your sweet pussy. Oblivious to everything but the need to come however I’ll let you. On my fingers.”
He tightens his hold on my neck as he dips his free hand down to cup my pussy through my leggings.
“On my tongue.”
Then he draws the tip of his tongue along the seam of mine, plunging inside when I gasp audibly, my eyelids struggling not to close against the seduction of his filthy fucking mouth.
His tongue wars with mine, working me into a frenzy as I squirm against him. Until he tears himself away, his chest rising and falling as fast as my own, and both of his hands move to grasp my hips, pulling me firmly against him.
“Only then, beautiful girl…thenwhen you’re right where I want you, your pussy dripping, your bodyachingfor me, onlythenwill I let you have my cock.”
He grinds his pelvis against me, his brow pressed to mine, and I’m already so turned on that I’m a sweaty mess, panting for air. Desperate for all the nasty promises he’s making.
“And then, I’m gonna fuck you. Hard and deep, fast and slow. Soft and rough, and every damn way I want to until you come apart on my dick, screaming my name as you pass out in sweet exhaustion.”
The blood running through my veins turns molten as his eyes flicker between mine, and I revel in this man. In how he utterly consumes me. How he owns me and always will until a small voice echoes around us.
“Dada!”
Vaughn presses a kiss to my brow before surreptitiously adjusting himself and spinning to face my very much unimpressed mother, who’s holding our bright, smiling toddler.
Alessia squirms to get down, and Mom obliges with an indulging smile.
Vaughn drops down to his knees, opening his arms to watch our daughter rush across the space, throwing herself into his embrace. He scoops her up, holding her tight to his chest as he buries his face in her halo of light brown curls. “Princess, I missed you.”
She giggles contently, her small fists wrapped tightly around her father’s neck, and the sight does things to my already rioting insides. The sight of Vaughn Burton brought to his knees and transformed from a filthy-talking deviant into a puddle of love is something I’ll never get over.
“I missed you, my sweet girl.”
