Page 75 of Bound By Revenge
With a sharp swat to my hands, she drops to her knees between my legs before I can pull her closer.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I gasp, my voice splintering as her hands wrap around my cock. “Fuck me, kiska. Is that what you want? To drive me insane? You won’t stop until I’ve completely lost my mind over you, will you?”
Her eyes darken at my words, her hunger a perfect mirror of my own. “I’ll give you what you want, but only after I’ve had my fill,” she whispers, her voice low, almost dangerous. “If you want to taste me, you’ll have to let me taste you first.”
Her hand moves in a slow, deliberate glide before her finger traces the length of me, her gaze locked on mine the entire time.
Throwing my head back, I groan, gripping her hair as she takes me in her mouth. There’s nothing hesitant about the way she moves—her lips, her tongue, the way her throat grips me with every inch.
A guttural growl rips from my chest. My fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her as she works me over without mercy. My gaze traces the rest of her, and the sight nearly destroys me: her breasts bouncing, her other hand, buried between her thighs, moving frantically as she fingers herself.
She doesn’t stop. Her mouth never leaves me, sucking, licking, taking me deeper as her own fingers bring her closer to release. The wet, obscene sounds fill the room, mingling with the rough gasps and groans I can’t hold back.
My cock throbs against her tongue, desperate and demanding, and I can’t stop myself from thrusting into her mouth. Her lips tighten around me, and just as she sucks hard on the crown, my body goes taut. A raw, hoarse cry tears frommy throat as I explode, a fierce, blinding orgasm ripping through me, searing every nerve as I start to spill into her mouth.
But she’s not done. In a flash, she pulls me free, and I gasp. Then her hand immediately wraps around my base, stroking me slowly, her lips parting as she sticks her tongue out against the sensitive tip, and I exhale a sigh of relief.
“FUCK.” The word tears from my throat, raw and guttural, as her tongue dances over the crown. “Kiska…you’re killing me. You’re going to destroy me. And I’ll thank you for it.”
Her lips curve into a wicked smile. “You promised me every drop,” she whispers, her voice dripping with challenge as she raises her other hand. Her fingers glisten, slick with her own arousal, an offering I can’t refuse.
I grasp her wrist and bring her fingers to my mouth, drawing them in slowly, deliberately, until her taste floods my tongue as I suck on them deeply. The taste of her is intoxicating, turning my thoughts into static.
As I let out a tortured groan around her fingers, she leans closer, her breath hot and tantalizing against my damp skin. With one final stroke of her hand, I come all over her face and tongue, shuddering violently as wave after wave of raw pleasure tears through me. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t falter—just takes all of me, her smile sultry, victorious, and utterly devastating. She licks her lips, savoring every drop, and in that moment, I know with bone-deep certainty: there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this maddening, beautiful creature who has me completely under her spell.
Then her eyes flicker, widening slightly as I grab her wrist and pull her up. A soft gasp escapes her as I maneuver her onto the bed, her knees straddling my waist.
“Nik—” she starts, but I cut her off, my grip firm as I guide her higher, up my chest, until she’s kneeling just above my face.
“My turn,” I rasp, my voice rough with the aftermath of her destruction and anticipation. My hands grip her thighs, spreading them wider. Her scent fills my senses, addictive, as I look up at her—stunned, panting, and utterly mine.
Her lips part and her breath hitches, her hands trembling slightly as they land on the headboard for balance. For a moment, she hesitates, her confidence from earlier faltering under the intensity of my gaze.
“You don’t have to—” she starts, almost a warning.
“Kiska,” I cut her off, my voice low, feral. “Don’t make me beg. Sit. Now.”
Something shifts in her expression as she slowly lowers herself. The second she’s close enough, my tongue drags along her slick lips, and her whole body jolts.
She moans, loud and unrestrained, her fingers clutching the headboard for support. I don’t waste a second, my hands anchoring her hips firmly as I pull her down fully onto my mouth. I devour her without restraint, my tongue swirling and flicking over her swollen clit.
Her hips move instinctively, grinding against my mouth as she loses herself. Her breath comes in uneven gasps, her thighs trembling around my head. I tighten my grip on her hips, holding her steady as I suck on her clit until her cries turn desperate.
“Fuck, Nik,” she pants, her head falling back as her hips begin to move. “I can’t—oh, God.”
“Yes, you can,” I rasp, my voice muffled against her. “Ride my face. Take what you need.”
She’s close—I can feel it in the way her body tenses, the way her fingers dig into the headboard as she struggles to hold herself together. I suck harder, my tongue circling relentlessly, and her cry of release tears through the air as she comes in my mouth.
Her body shakes, her thighs clenching around my head as she rides out the waves of her orgasm. I draw every last tremor from her until she collapses forward, her hands bracing weakly against the headboard to keep from crumpling completely.
I finally pull back, my lips slick with her, my chest heaving as I look up at her. She’s a mess—flushed, trembling, her hair wild around her face—but she’s never looked more beautiful. Her body glistens with the sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling with every ragged breath, her lips parted as if she’s still trying to process what just happened.
She meets my gaze, her eyes heavy-lidded and dazed, a small, breathless laugh escaping her. “You don’t play fair,” she whispers, her voice hoarse and wrecked.
I smirk, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, tasting her even now. “You bring out the worst in me,” I reply, my voice low and unapologetic, dark with the hunger that still coils in my gut.
She shakes her head, her lips curving into a wicked, wicked smirk. “No, I think this might be your best.”