Page 79 of Ruthless Vow
“I’m taking my time with you tonight.”
“We have all night.”
“We have longer than that.” I kiss her throat. “We have everything.”
I trace lower. Find the small scar on her hip. Kiss it. She shivers.
“I didn’t know.” She gasps as I cup her breasts, dragging my thumb across one nipple. “I didn’t know it could feel like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like you actually see me.”
I go still.
Her eyes are wide. Vulnerable. The wound laid bare.
“Say that again.”
“My father looked through me at every dinner table for twenty-two years.” Her voice cracks. “You looked at me tonight like I was the only person in the room.”
My chest aches. I dip my head and take her nipple between my teeth, sucking until she arches, until she fists my hair.
“Every inch of you.” I switch to the other breast. Worship it the same way. “I’m going to learn every inch.”
Her hips roll against nothing, searching.
“More,” she whispers. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
I slide lower. Between her thighs.
Soaked. Hot. Swollen against my fingers.
“Fuck, Cassia.” I press inside and she clenches around me. “You’re dripping.”
“For you.” Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Only for you.”
“I know.” I curl deeper and her back arches. “This pussy is mine.”
“Yes.”
I work her while I trail kisses down her body. Her ribs. Her hip. The soft skin of her inner thigh.
“You’re shaking.”
“I know.” Her voice trembles. “I can’t stop.”
“Don’t try.” I settle between her legs. “Breathe for me.”
She inhales. Shaky but deep.
I replace my fingers with my tongue. One long stroke from her entrance to her clit.
Dio.
