Yara |18+|

10

VICO

With my hands around Yara's thighs and my lips on her skin, I looked up at her and made a silent promise to have her feel good and forget everything else. The way she looked at me—I had no other choice but to fulfil that promise.

She's so beautiful. Almost too beautiful.

Her long hair curtained over the sides of her face, almost reaching her waist and I paid attention to how she stared at me. As if she can't wait. My gaze levelled again, finding that her covered pussy was making my fucking mouth water.

I breathed in deeply, rubbing my nose along the inside of her thigh and I grinned against her when she shivered. I was on my knees for her, and I didn't mind it. Not at all. Not when she leaned back on her hands and spread her legs wider. Eager.

The black band she kept her blade in was still around her thigh, and I left it there because I liked how it looked on her. It also served as a reminder that Yara could easily kill me if she truly wanted to, and it had my blood running hot through my veins.

Tracing my fingertips over the material, I tried not to think about how excruciatingly hard I was.

My dick pushed against my zipper, nearly suffocating me and I almost palmed myself to relieve the pressure. But I didn't. I left it like that and made Yara cumming the ultimate goal. My own pleasure didn't matter when I had hers in my hands.

I ran the tips of my fingers over her clit, feeling the smooth cotton that covered her. My lips parted as if I were the one being touched but Yara let out a breath that told me how sensitive she was. I can't wait anymore.

Looking up at her for permission, Yara granted me a brief nod. Her eyes were low, conveying her feelings in a way that words couldn't.

I licked my lips and used two fingers to pull her underwear to the side. Fuck. For a second, I was rendered speechless. She's wet—so fucking wet. And stunning. In a way that wasn't sexual or filled with lust, Yara had a beautiful pussy and I was ready to dive in deep. I swallowed hard, trying to regulate my breathing but Yara gripped my hair in her fist and I forgot to wait.

"Try not to make too much noise, okay?" I whispered, my voice almost unrecognisable. Inching closer, I used two fingers to spread her open and my mouth found her clit before I could blink.

Wow. No words. I closed my eyes, cherishing the moment and Yara let out a moan that had my tongue running along her clit. She gasped, her legs almost closing around my head and I used my forearm to keep them wide open.

"Stay still," I let her know, partially as a warning and partially as a request.

"Fuck," she gasped, staring down at me with her mouth slightly open and her brows caught in a frown. I sucked on her clit, struggling to keep my moans to myself.

Everything around me vanished, and I lost myself in the sounds of her breathy moans and the feel of her hands roaming my shoulders and head.

"Vico," she drawled, her voice higher and my guard lower.

I was in a vulnerable position, and I gave her a kiss on a spot that had her legs tensing. It was bliss, seeing her like that and knowing that the both of us were succumbing to the lust we felt.

I wanted to remember her, and I wanted the thought of me to be engraved in her memory. Hopefully. Even if our paths went into different directions, I'd still remember as the woman who was sent to kill me and I ended up on my knees for her. I chuckled at the thought, feeling her wet and smooth skin against my lips.