Page 116 of Secret Vendettay


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I did as he said, gasping when he welcomed my center with his tongue, his possessive grip on my hips keeping me in place like a helpless offering.

I grabbed the railing for support as he licked the sides of my center slowly, base to tip, one side at a time. Teasing me as the heat between my legs became unbearable.

Every caress that didn’t hit the bundle of nerves was sweet, agonizing torture. But he continued his tantalizing pattern of almost-theres until finally, he flattened his tongue and licked up my center to that sweet spot between my legs.

I moaned, grabbing his hair as his tongue circled the apex of my sex, lightly at first. Around and around until it grew in intensity.

He stared up at me, adoration mixed with yearning, radiating from his gorgeous eyes.

I wished I could get a bird’s-eye view of this—Hunter sprawled out naked on his stairs, holding my thighs, as I sat on the face of one of the most powerful men in this country.

His tongue flicked, delighting every nerve ending, my walls tightening with desire as he drank me in, savoring my every drop like a precious elixir.

He slowed his tempo, making my wave build slowly, painfully making me wait for it, knowing the release would be a thousand times better for it.

My inner walls clenched at the sight of him beneath me, his tongue flicking out from my sex, our eyes locked on each other in an ultimate connection.

My hips began to move slightly, inciting a groan that rumbled from his throat against the sensitive tissue. Quickening my pace, my mouth fell open wider as his tongue swirled around me, and he began to suck, coaxing ripples in the depths of my core. I speared my fingers through his hair, guiding him exactly where I wanted him to be.

Every inch of my body throbbed with need. I shuddered, eagerly grinding myself against his tongue while he expertly teased every sensitive nerve.

My walls clenched harder against the tsunami of ecstasy building, about to break over.

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered.

Provoking Hunter to growl and squeeze my breasts as his tongue gained momentum. Circling me. Sucking on me.

The man was a magician with his tongue. If he were mine, I’d beg for this to be on the menu every single night.

I was so close now, and as he squeezed my nipples and kept his blue eyes locked on mine, I grabbed the back of his neck, grinding harder against his tongue.

The guy knew exactly how to work my body, but holding him there, riding out the release, made it so much better.

A tingling sensation traveled through my body until a crash of pleasure erupted through my core.

“Hunter!” I pulled his face harder against me, surrendering to him completely.

He let out a low, guttural growl as my hips bucked. His strong hands gripped my thighs and forced them down, pinning me to his face—his burning tongue swirling around my center, every lick like lightning igniting my flesh.

He licked and swirled against me, riding every last wave of my orgasm, as I continued to shutter and moan his name.

With the last quiver subsiding, I looked down at Hunter, and my heart trembled. His strong body beneath me, his eyes locked with mine, a wave of emotion washed over me as the realization sank in harder than it had before.

“I’m falling in love with you,” I professed.

Hunter carefully studied my face. Had I crossed the line by saying it? Scared him away, even? What if he didn’t feel the same way? I mean, love was an extraordinarily strong word. I knew he cared for me greatly, cared for me more than anyone else in my life seemed to, but love denotes a powerful emotion that could certainly complicate things between us.

Especially for someone like him, who’d had his heart broken by losing his parents.

Hunter pushed me off of him, scooted me to the side, and stood up.

My heart sank.

I just screwed everything up, didn’t I?

Suddenly, though, his reason for standing up became clear when he grabbed ahold of my waist and hoisted me up so my legs wrapped around his torso. He carried me back to the great room and laid me down on the rug in front of his fireplace. The heat of it warmed the left side of my body when he positioned himself over me.

He lined himself up between my legs and leaned his lips down to hover over mine as he stared into my eyes.

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