Page 61 of Vengeful Devotion
A frustrated groan rumbles his chest. I see the exact moment he breaks. His face morphs from a pained restraint to a raw hunger. He moves his hands to my hips, playing with the thin strap of my underwear. His eyes are on mine as he squeezes my skin, grinding me further on him to convey his permission.
Thank fuck.I would’ve imploded if he robbed me of this. He releases me, placing his hands on the armrest. A man true to his word. Why does that make me want him more?
My body moves against him naturally. I don’t have to think. With Declan, I just know. I deepen my strokes, grinding back and forth with a constant force. I’ve waited too damn long to drag this out. I feel like a sex-crazed maniac right now. I’m sure Declan thinks that too, but I can’t bring myself to care. Not now. Not when I’m so close to falling off a cliff.
Declan groans. His arms flexing beneath my hands as my movements become sloppy. I moan, losing myself to the pleasure. The thick ridge in his slacks jerks against my pussy. It’s electric. Lighting up every nerve ending in my body.
“Oh, my God. Do that again.”
He listens. Repeating the movement three more times. Every strike is a new rush. I can feel myself reaching the peak. Climbing the stars higher and higher, until finally I reach the moon. I freeze, my body paralyzed by bliss. Fuck. I wish I could make this feeling last forever. If I could, I’d live here with him. Forever.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
Declan
The sun lightsup the room, illuminating Gemma’s sleeping form. I don’t give a fuck if it’s weird that I spent the night watching her. It was all I could do. If I had climbed into that bed with her, my no touching rule would’ve been obliterated. It’s been two hours, and my dick is still hard as granite. Frustrated doesn’t even describe how I feel. I’m trying so hard to be a good man. A man worthy of the blessing that Gemma is. But my restraint is fraying, and every second I sit here looking at her, it gets weaker. But I can’t find it in me to leave the room.
Gemma stirs. The white sheets twisted around her body slip. Just enough to reveal half of her chest. Her skin bathed in the pinkish orange glow. She’s fucking perfection. I have to bite my knuckle to keep from groaning. The image slipping beneath my skin and tainting my blood with a need unlike any other.
The memory of Gemma on my lap just hours ago pops into my head. The words she whispered will haunt me until the day I die.
Let me take what I need.
I feel my restraint snap. Like a bone breaking in my body. Only instead of searing pain, burning desire fills me. I look at Gemma, confirming she’s still asleep.
Fuck it.
I run a palm over my slacks, squeezing my painfully hard shaft. The pinch of relief only makes my blood run hotter. Keeping my eyes on Gemma’s half naked body, I pull my zipper down. Freeing my long, angry cock. It bobs towards my stomach, rubbing against the button down I’m still wearing. I couldn’t bear to take it off when Gemma’s scent still clings to it.
I hiss as I stroke my hand down. The vein pulses beneath my rough fingers, throbbing with frustration. It doesn’t want my hand. It wants her.I want her.
Spitting on my hand, I tighten it slightly around my dick. I lean back in against the chair. My eyes are still glued on Gemma, but my mind is so far past watching her. All I can think about is bending her over and filling her with my cock. Thrusting into her over and over until she’s stuffed full of my come.
I lift my hips, quickening my pace. Just the thought of Gemma pregnant with my child has the base of my spine tingling.Fucking hell.If she feels this damn good in my imagination, I might not survive the real thing. I barely survived her earlier.
She rolls to her back, exposing the rest of her to me. Her pert tits rising and falling with her even breaths. My eyes move down her body, landing on her clothed pussy. I’ve never been more jealous than I am right now of that piece of pink fabric. It should be me keeping that pussy warm.
My orgasm is a slow burn in my veins. Heating my body from the inside out. So close, yet so far away. I pump my hand over my length faster, harder. I think about the way it felt to have Gemma rubbing all over me. To have her sitting in my lap, riding my cock like it is her favorite roller coaster.
An intense pleasure smothers me, stealing my breath as my cock explodes all over my lap. The feeling is so overwhelming, I can barely keep quiet.
When I come down from the high, I’m panting like a dog. My lap is covered in my hot and sticky release. My slacks might be ruined, but it was worth it. I look at the clock on the nightstand. Seven AM. I move my eyes back to Gemma. I’m desperate to lie with her. Desperate to be wrapped around her. To be inside her. Soon. Very soon.
But for now, I’ll have to settle for this. I let my eyes linger on her for a second more before I move to the shower.
* * *
When I walk outof the bathroom in nothing but a towel, Gemma is sitting up in the bed. She’s pulled a long tee shirt over her body, hiding herself from me. I watch her face for any signs that she’s regretting last night, but I don’t see any. I don’t see much of anything at all, actually. Her face is blank.
“Good morning, Gemma,” I say from the bathroom door.
The moment she sees me, the blank look on her face melts away. There’s no way she’s regretting anything. She couldn’t hide the heat in her eyes if she wanted to. Gemma isn’t shy about staring at me. Her eyes roam over me and I smirk. It’s like I can feel them caressing my skin. Like I can feel how crazy I drive her. If she only knew how crazy she drives me.
“Morning,” she finally mumbles. Her focus is zoned in on my body.
“How are you feeling?”
“Thirsty.”
