Page 21 of Vows From Hell
I could only blink, baffled. “You’ll get caught if you continue being that reckless.’’
“Baby, if they could catch me, don’t you think they would’ve done it already?”
My response got cut short because he started kissing the bottom part of my stomach. I grabbed his hair tighter, probably ripping out a few hairs. He didn’t mind and just laughed in response.
“That’s it,’’ he murmured. “We can talk later. For now, just focus on me, Bambi.’’
My eyes closed on their own. I was ready to feel everything he had to offer. He caressed my sides, sending another wave of goosebumps littering my skin. Anxiety slowly started to rise in my mind.
It had been too long since I’d been with Micah, and I was nervous.
He noticed the uneasiness and kissed my bare stomach.
“Relax.’’ His voice was stern, yet soft. “I’m here. Just close your eyes and let me take care of you.’’
Why was that enough to instantly put my mind at ease? His words, no matter how sweet, should've sounded like venom to my ears, laced with the bite of him abandoning me… Then why were they enough to put my mind, body, and heart in the palm of his hands? Micah pushed my legs apart and started kissing my inner thighs. He’d switch between each leg, giving both the same amount of attention. He chuckled, and then kissed that spot.
Three years ago, he bit my inner thigh enough for it to bleed. It left a scar of his teeth and I had his teeth tattooed right there. I forgot he’d be able to see it, though I assumed he already knew I visited the tattoo shop, since he was aware of everything.
My eyes opened right in time to see him admiring the tattoo. He was in a daze, staring at the inked flesh, immense desire on his face. If anything, he was proud that I tattooed his mark on my skin.
Cheeks flushed, I was sure a rosy tinge was all over the tips of my ears.
He didn’t give me a warning or a chance to brace myself.
He brought his face closer to my pussy and immediately gave my clit a flick with the tip of his tongue.
Shivers spread all the way down to my toes, the blood in my veins on fire. His soft touch mixed with his rough tongue brought ecstasy. It was much better than I remembered – more vicious, with more need.
He started licking and sucking, alternating between the two. I couldn’t keep my eyes open even if I wanted to. With closed eyes, I was able to truly feel everything. His skillful tongue that made that pleasure build in the pit of my stomach, the way he groaned with every flick.
“So wet for me, Bambi,’’ he mumbled against my skin, blowing cold air on my most sensitive spot. My body’s temperature rose immensely, and his cold fingers soothed the fire that threatened to overtake me.
Unexpectedly, Micah started teasing my opening with his index and middle finger. I clutched his hair tighter in my hands, trying to ignore the trembling state of my body. He found it enjoyable to tease me for a while, just focusing on my clit and nothing else.
Then, he added two fingers at once, and I screamed.
“Fucking bastard,’’ I hissed.
“You’re barely taking two fingers, how will you take my cock? I need to prepare you a bit.’’
“Could’ve warned me.’’
“What’s the fun in that?”
I was about to respond, but he began pumping his fingers in and out of me, whilst lapping up all my juices. I didn’t even realize that I’d gotten that wet, and he didn’t let a single drop go to waste.
My moans filled the room, and I wasn’t shy in screaming, either.
“You taste so sweet, Bambi.’’ His hoarse voice reached my ears, and it nearly sent me over the edge. But the bastard knew my body all too well, and paused. He wanted to edge me, and I was getting more annoyed by the second.
The release I’d been desperate for was finally there for me to take, yet he was trying to prolong my suffering.
“Micah, please,’’ I whimpered under my breath.
“Please what?”
“Please, make me come.’’