Page 38 of Sacred Vow

Once I have her fully naked, I allow my eyes to travel below her chin to take in the gorgeous curves of her breasts, her hips, her thighs. Nothing about her is fake or forced. Even her makeup is subdued, simple mascara and eyeliner to accent her eyes. No blush, no lipstick. Not even nail polish on her nails.

Women spend fortunes trying to mimic her beauty.

Her nipples harden beneath my stare, and I gently cup her breasts, gauging her reaction to my touch. She stiffens slightly, but when my thumbs flick over her peaked nipples, a little gasp escapes past her lips.

“Are you just going to keep me naked until I agree?” She’s compensating for her discomfort.

“No. That would be a waste.” I move my hand to her elbow and gently pull her back to the couch. “Sit, Isolde.”

She sinks back onto the couch. I sit beside her.

“What… Andrei, what are you doing?” Her voice catches as I lift her right leg and bring it up to the back of the couch, putting her knee behind me.

“I’m doing something I’ve wanted to do since I found you at the club.” I position myself so that I’m leaning between her thighs. Already, I can smell her arousal.

“Andrei.” There’s a protest in her tone, but it dies the moment I place my thumb on her clit. I watch her face as she tries to ignore the pleasure my touch is giving her, circling my thumb slowly over her clit, increasing the pressure slightly after a few rounds.

“Does this feel good, Isolde?” I ask, already knowing it does. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest is rising and falling at a faster pace than before.

“You’re not playing fair.” She tries to move her leg, to close me off from my treasure.

“Do not move.” I push against her knee. “Unless you’d like to admit defeat now?”

She stills.

“You’re going to punish me for refusing to marry you with sexual pleasure?”

I tilt my head to the side, sliding further down onto my stomach. “You really don’t give me enough credit, Isolde. Do you want to concede to marrying me?” I look up the length of her body, past her perfect breasts to her eyes. Steady and firm.

“Not on your life.”

I grin. “I was really hoping you’d say that.”

Andrei’s grin disappears as he lowers his head between my open legs. Unwilling to cave to his demands, I brace myself to ignore whatever sensation he is going to give with his tongue. But he was right, I completely underestimated him.

He runs his finger up through my pussy lips, spreading them. A new heat rushes to my face when his arrogant grin returns. He can see my body’s betrayal. All the arousal his touch and gaze had caused so far is more than evident with how wet my pussy is.

I despise how easily my body melts for him.

He’s a monster. Why is my body betraying me so easily?

His tongue doesn’t touch me.

He scrapes his teeth over my clit. The intensity surpasses anything I’ve ever felt before and he does it again and again while his fingers lightly press against the entrance of my pussy.

He pulls back just enough to run his tongue over his lips before he lowers again. But this time, he keeps his teeth sheathed. His tongue runs wild over me, licking, sucking, flicking—he varies the movement, the intensity to the point that I’m lost in a cloud of pleasure.

I grab at the back of the couch with one arm, trying not to buck up at him. I can’t let him have the satisfaction, but I don’t think I can hold out much longer. I gave in so easily last night, it’s emboldened him.

“Andrei… oh… dammit.” I grit my teeth. I need more, just a little more and I’ll be barreling into an orgasm.

He must sense my predicament, because he raises his head, looking up at me with seriousness.

“Just agree,” he says.

I catch my breath; the fog of arousal clears just enough for me to understand his request.

“No.” I shake my head and scoot back, trying to get away from him. I’m not going to let him use this pleasure against me.

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