Page 58 of Vengeance

"You deserve better than a man with my last name,” he insisted.

She cupped his face in both hands. "I deserve a man who chooses me."

His eyes closed. "I do choose you, Chloe.”

"I know that you’d stand between me and the devil himself, Vengeance,” she breathed.

"I would."

"I know." The certainty in her own voice surprised her. She trusted him completely now, not because he'd asked her to, but because he'd earned it.

He pulled her in and gently kissed her lips. “I’ve wanted you since the day we met, honey,” he admitted.

“You have?” she asked.

“Yeah, but then, I went and got myself shot, and well, you know the rest,” he said.

“I’ve wanted you since we got here, but I’ve been too afraid of hurting you. Are you sure that you’re up for this?” she asked.

He looked down at his bulging erection and back at her. “I think that if I were any more up for this, you might be in trouble.” She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I think that I can handle a little bit of trouble, Vengeance,” she said.

“I think that you can handle a lot more than I give you credit for, honey,” he said. He tugged her T-shirt over her head and hissed out his breath. “Shit,” he breathed. “No bra.”

“Yeah, well, living life on the run doesn’t give me some of the luxuries that I had gotten used to,” she said. He looked her over, and she wanted to cover herself with her hands. “Spoiler alert—I’m not wearing underwear either.”

He grabbed her hands and pulled them down to her sides. “Let me look at you, honey,” he ordered.

“I’m not used to having anyone look at me this way,” she whispered.

“Well, you’re going to have to get used to it, Chloe,” he breathed. “I need to touch you. Are you good with that?” he asked.

She shyly nodded, “Okay.” He pulled her into his body and kissed her. She knew that he was trying to get her out of her own head, and damn if it wasn’t working.

He stuck his tongue against her lips, and she moaned. “Open for me, honey,” he ordered. She did as he asked, and it was his turn to moan now. The sound nearly undid her restraint.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” she said, running her hands through his hair.

“I like it when you call me baby,” he said. Vengeance dipped his head and kissed his way down her neck to her exposed breasts. He sucked one of her nipples into his warm breath, and she couldn’t help but cry out. “Baby,” she shouted. He chuckled and worked his way over to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” he said, taking her into the cabin. He backed her to the sofa, and she toppled back onto the cushions. He knelt between her legs and unzipped her jeans, working them down her body, inch by inch. She felt as though she was holding her breath, waiting for what he was going to do next.

“I’m going to taste you, honey,” he said. “Are you good with that?”

She nodded, and he spread her legs, giving him an up-close look at her girl parts. Once again, she wanted to hide—to cover herself or run to the next room, but Vengeance wouldn’t allow her to do that.

He licked his way through her wet folds, and she moaned out his name. Chloe couldn’t remember the last time anyone had made her feel the way that Vengeance did. Hell, she had never been in love with anyone besides him, so the answer was probably never.

He ate her pussy like a starving man, and when she practically wrapped her thighs around his face, riding his mouth, he seemed to lose complete control. He let her ride out her orgasm, and when she finished, he quickly shed his clothes and pulled her up from the sofa.

Vengeance sealed his mouth over hers, and she could taste her release on his lips. Just thinking about what he had done to her turned her inside out with need. She needed more—she needed all of him.

He seemed to be able to read her mind as he tugged her up his body. “Wrap your legs around me, honey,” he ordered. She did as he asked, and he backed her to a wall, using it to wedge her between it and him. This time, he didn’t ask her if she was good with what he was about to do to her. He knew that she was just from the way that she writhed against him. He slid into her body with just one thrust, and she cried out his name.

“Baby,” she breathed, running her hands over his chest. He pumped in and out of her body, pressing her against the wall with each thrust, and she was sure that she’d wear his handprints on her hips once they were finished. God, he was setting a punishing pace, and she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to last if he kept it up.

“I need you with me, honey,” he growled. “Can you touch yourself?” he asked. She had never been shy about sex, and taking what she needed from her partner, but touching herself in front of him wasn’t something she thought she could do.