Page 94 of The Viper's Wife

“I want you, Nico,” she murmurs with fistfuls of black silk against her belly.

My restraint snaps.

I lunge, and my mouth is on her in an instant.

I don’t understand it—I don’t understand what she wants, why she’s giving this to me when everything that’s been done or said tonight should scare her off, but when her hot, slick arousal meets my tongue, I don’t care.

My fingers, normally so nimble and strong, feel clumsy and too slow as I scrabble at her thong, but finally, I yank it down to her ankles and split her with my tongue. I groan.

She echoes the sound, her fingers digging into my skull.

At least this, I understand—I know, without asking, that she doesn’t let others touch her this way.

This is just for me.

I lick into her folds, like a feral animal at first, almost mindless in my hunger and need to have all of her in my mouth, but when the initial frenzy passes, I focus.

I dedicate myself to stroking her with a range of sensations, and listening intently to the sounds she makes.

She’s not a screamer, and she’s not much of a talker either, but I can feel her belly tense under my hand and her breath change when I’ve hit an especially good spot.

My cock throbs, aching to be free.

I’m leaving a huge mess in my suit, but I don’t care. I’m going to show her that no matter what, I will attend to her needs, and then she’ll let me in. She’ll trust me. Her breathing hitches as I grind the flat of my tongue against her clit—there. I repeat the movement, and she rewards me with a moan.

That’s my pretty girl.

I take two fingers and rock them against her entrance.

My eyes snap open, so I can see the vulnerable and unguarded expression she only gives me while we have sex.

We lock eyes.

A whimper escapes her.

She pants heavily, a deep blush across her face as she twists the dress in her hands.

“Nico,” she whispers.

God.

I groan against her clit. I’m going to fucking explode here and now.

I sink my fingers into her soaking wet pussy—god,she’s so wet for me. She rocks her hips against my hand and my mouth, and pulses violently against my fingers.

“Don’t stop, Nico,” she gasps, like anything short of an armed invasion could stop me now. “Don’t stop! Fuck—Nico.”

I collect every single one of her words, her slick arousal, and the tremors of her body as she squeezes my fingers in the long, hard pulses of a powerful orgasm—and I burn them all to memory.

No matter what happens, for the rest of my life, I’ll remember this moment.

With lazy satisfaction, I watch her pull at her dress as I draw out every last ounce of pleasure with slow licks, like I’m savoring the last spoonful of my favorite ice cream.

My cock is soaking my pants with precum, but I don’t care.

Valeria looks down at me with an expression of pure gratitude. With honest-to-god tears glimmering in her eyes.

Like I’m the center of her universe.