Page 39 of Sacred Vow

But he’s not done. He holds me hostage against the couch. Lifting my ass, he brings my pussy back to his mouth.

Again, his tongue lavishes my clit. But this time, he thrusts two fingers into my pussy. I cry out at the joyous invasion. Him holding me in place is making every sensation more intense, something I vow to explore at a time when I can think more clearly.

He curls his fingers and my shoulders lift from the couch. I’ve been in my own body for twenty-two years, and I’ve never made myself feel this good. It’s as though he knows me better than I do.

My thighs start to shake, my stomach pulls in. The orgasm is so close. Just a little more.

“Tell me, Izzy.”

“Stop doing that!”

He chuckles. “The moment you give me what I want, I’ll give you what you want,” he promises, and there’s one thing I can say about Andrei Petrov, he never goes back on his promises.

“You think I won’t survive if I don’t come?” He’s right, though. If he keeps this up, I may go crazy. As arrogant as he is, the dominant nature he’s so easily expressing here is making my skin tingle with desire.

“We’ll see. I can keep this up all day.” He lowers his head, and this time, he sucks my clit into his mouth while thrusting his fingers harder and harder into me.

I can’t hold back. I need to release the pressure building.

Then his tongue sweeps over me and I forget everything else. I forget that the greatest pain I’ve ever felt is his fault. I forget that I swore to stop crushing on him years ago. The only thought in my mind is to release the pressure building.

“Just say yes and I’ll let you come.” He twists his fingers. “I want to see you come unglued, Izzy. Let me see you come.” The way he says the moniker makes the rest of my resolve melt away.

An agreement now doesn’t mean an actual vow later.

“Fine!” I buck up, wanting more of his touch.

He pauses, but only for a second before he grins with such pride it makes my chest heat.

“Good girl. Come for me now. Hard, baby girl, come hard for me.” He licks at my clit, still thrusting his fingers until there’s nothing for it, I can’t stop the impending tidal wave no matter the stakes.

I scream out my release, bucking up at him and throwing my head from side to side. It’s almost too much. White light flickers in front of my vision. My heart pounds in my ears, blocking out any other sound in the room.

I rake my hand through my hair, blinking the bright stars away. Another blink and they’re gone, replaced by Andrei.

He moves over my body, framing my face with his hands and his mouth captures my lips. His tongue touches mine and again I’m lost to him. Winding my arms around his neck, I keep him pressed against me.

“Good girl,” he says against my mouth. “I want to fuck you. Tell me you want me to fuck you. It will kill me, Izzy, if I don’t get inside you.”

He leans up, lining our gazes up so he can see into my eyes. It’s the one place I can’t lie to him, and he knows it.

“I won’t be gentle,” he warns, reaching between us and pressing his cock against my entrance.

“I would hate you even more if you were,” I say.

It’s all the permission he seems to need. He’s inside me the next second. I gasp at the sudden fullness. He presses his hand against the arm of the couch behind my head and slowly draws back only to thrust harder into me.

I pull my knees back, needing more and more of him.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t get enough of his touch.

He kisses me, biting at my bottom lip.

“Fuck, Izzy,” he growls into my ear. “You’re close again.” He levels me with another stare. His eyes are practically black as he continues to plow into me.

I’m barely able to register his words before my body blindsides me with another orgasm. I scream with it.

He arches his back, thrusting again and again until his face stiffens.

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