Page 6 of The Viper's Wife

I scrub my fingers along his short crop of hair, thrilling in the feel of a man.

Even with my heels, he looms over me, but I still have enough height to grind against his upper thigh.

“So eager,” he murmurs. It sounds like praise.

Power surges through me as I nip at his ear. “Take your clothes off.”

He chuckles against my throat. “Don’t you want to know my name?”

Another night, maybe I would, but tonight, I’ve already decided to be selfish. I’m being irresponsible for once and having fun, and the moment I learn his name, he’d become more than just a man—he’d be a person—and right now, the only person I can look out for is myself.

He lifts his jaw until our breaths mingle, but he doesn’t take it further. Another reason not to entangle myself any more with this guy. He’s too thoughtful—giving me his scarf and pausing at all the right moments in case I want to back out.

I hold his face in my hands and tip forward. His lips are deliciously full and part easily for me to slip my tongue inside. I taste mint for a moment until he fists a handful of my hair, tilts me back, and forces his tongue into my mouth like he wants to devour me. Pleasure arcs through me.

When he pulls away, I let out a stunned, breathless “no”.

He laughs and jerks off his coat, shedding his layers like he’s as desperate for this as I am. “Your loss. It’s a good name.”

I melt forward to spread my fingers over the hard planes of his chest—god, he must work out every day—and shove my face into the nape of his neck to inhale more of his intoxicating scent. I want to map out every scrap of this moment, to remember this long after I’ve gone.

I offer no resistance as he shimmies my dress up past my hips, my breasts, and tosses it to the side. Before I can lower my arms, he catches my wrists in one hand and holds me lightly in place, kissing me roughly and stealing the breath from my lungs.

“That was underhanded,” I say once he lets go.

“I like to fight dirty.”

He can’t see my smile as I guide him to the bed and sit him on the mattress.Finally, someone fun.“So do I.” I drop to my knees between his legs.

“Bad girl.” His long fingers thread into my hair as I peel open his jeans.

He’s not wearing boxers, and the moment I have his jeans shoved down, his cock springs into my empty hand. It fills my palm entirely, and while my pussy pulses between my legs, I hesitate.

His voice carries that teasing lilt again. “Having second thoughts?”

I want to tell him it’s the biggest cock I’ve ever held, but something tells me he doesn’t need the ego boost, so instead I squeeze him and wet my lips. “Just giving you a chance to mentally prepare.”

His laugh dies in his throat as I lick a long, wet stripe up his cock.

“So considerate,” he rasps.

My tongue meets something hard as I draw the head into my mouth—a metal ball, a piercing. I trace the shape out with my tongue. It’s a single bar that travels directly from the top of the head to the bottom.

He must be able to tolerate a lot of pain.

I wonder how it’s going to feel inside me.

His fingers curl against the back of my head as I suck him deep into my mouth.

“And so talented.” He sounds surprised.

I drag my mouth up and down him, suctioning with just the right amount of pressure, and using my hands when I need as he melts warm praise over me and rubs at my cheek with his thumb.

When I taste precum, he hauls me off my knees.

“If that’s what your mouth can do, I can’t wait to see what else you got.”

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “I was just getting started.”