Page 29 of Vows From Hell

He chuckled.

“Your cheeks are pink, your eyes are glossy, and your lips are swollen. You’re covered in my marks and even have one tattooed on your skin. Trust me, the pretty one is you here.’’

His comment got my heart racing furiously. It nearly jumped out of my chest. The slower he was acting, the more excited I was becoming. He noticed it, too. He decided to torture me with this sweet pleasure until my mind went blank entirely.

Micah brought his hands to my hips and pulled me forward. He was still looking at me with that dangerous gleam in his eyes as he put his head between my legs and licked my wetness over the thin fabric of my underwear.

“I can never get tired of how sweet you taste, Bambi.’’

I tilted my head to the side, mouth parting slightly.

“Then eat until you’ve had your fill.’’

“I’ll never be filled. When it comes to you, I’m a starved man whenever I look at you.’’

I couldn’t respond. I didn’t know what to say. Yet again, he managed to leave me speechless.

To keep my hands occupied, I grabbed his hair and forced his head between my legs. The tip of his nose hit my clit, and I moaned.

The devil worked fast, but Micah worked faster.

I didn’t even register when he managed to push my underwear to the side. All I could feel was his hot tongue on me. He groaned against my skin as I locked my legs behind his head, preventing him from leaving.

Licking roughly, he applied pressure to my sweet spot. My hips moved on their own, and my eyes closed, head falling back with moans filling the room.

His hands squeezed my ass, leaving a print behind.

“Oh, God,’’ I screamed out.

“I’m far from a deity, Bambi. But I don’t mind being worshiped by you.’’

His voice was muffled, but his words reached my ears clearly.

Micah sucked on my clit, moaning as I pushed his head closer. The pleasure started building in the pit of my stomach, and I was rushing to find it. I needed this from him. I needed it now.

Micah froze.

I froze.

We weren’t that far gone not to hear a car. Someone was pulling into the driveway, and I didn’t have to ask who it was.

Kyle.

He was supposed to come tomorrow.

A minute.

No.

Thirty seconds.

That was all I needed.

I knew the risks, I knew the danger of the situation, I knew we needed to stop. But I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.

And Micah didn’t push me away, either.

Instead, his rhythm got faster and rougher. He’d been rough with me previously, but never like this.