Page 71 of Shattered Vows

His face grows serious. “I’m trying to show you that I don’t just want you for your body, but you’re making it very hard.”

I bring my hand to his cheek. “I don’t think that, Kol. But right now, I feel so close to you that I want to make love to you.”

My words snap his tether, and he pulls me back into him. The paint on our bodies is turning into a brown mess, but he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever painted. He kisses me with more gusto, and I rub my bare breasts against his chest, desperate for friction.

Eventually, I pull away from the kiss. “Lie down on the floor.”

He does as I say, for once seeming to be fine with not being the one calling the shots. I lower myself, straddling his waist. I don’t waste any time gripping his length, sinking down until he’s fully seated inside me.

I slow the rotation of my hips as he watches me with lust-addled eyes. His hands cup my breasts, and he gently uses his thumbs to brush my paint-covered nipples. I rest my hands on his chest, and his eyes devour me. Eventually one hand moves from my breast and up behind my neck, pulling me down to him.

I throw all the emotions swirling in my chest into that kiss, willing him to understand how I feel about him and to understand that I’m never going to leave him. He groans into my mouth, hands laced through the hair at the back of my head.

When we end the kiss, I sit back up and rest my hands on his thighs, arching my back and giving Kol a good view of his cock sliding into me.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You look so good taking me in like that.” His voice is hoarse. “Touch yourself.”

His words are missing their usual authoritarian tone, but I follow his orders. I bring my fingers to my mound and gently massage my clit.

“That’s it. Apply a little more pressure now,” Kol coaxes.

I do as he says, moaning at the first ripple of my orgasm deep in my womb.

“Keep at it. Pretend it’s my fingers. Can you feel how good it is?” he says.

I continue to ride him, faster as the intensity of my orgasm builds until it’s as unstoppable as a landslide.

“Fuck yeah,” he says when I grind down on him. “Now finish yourself off. I want you milking me.”

His words combined with my fingers send me over the edge. My body jerks a few times on top of him, incoherent words leaving my lips, as my climax drowns me.

Kol sits up and drags me back down with him, so our chests are pressed together. His hips rise and fall, fucking me with hard, powerful strokes. All I can do is grip him and enjoy the ride of ownership he takes my body on.

He stills, holding himself inside me. “That’s it. Oh fuck, sweetheart.”

His cock jerks, and he spills inside me, leaving me filled with a sense of satisfaction.

He kisses me so long he grows soft inside me. I gaze into his amber eyes, believing this must be what real love feels like. I can’t imagine anything greater than what I feel for this man.

Kol tucks a piece of my sweaty hair behind my ear. “I think I might take up painting too.”

I laugh and bury my head in his chest. “It’s not usually this exciting, I assure you.”

He grins. “Do you want to go have that dessert?”

I nod. And I do, but first there’s something he needs to know. “Thank you, Kol. No one has ever made me feel this special before.”

Something flicks across his gaze that I can’t decipher. “You deserve it. I’m always going to do what makes you the happiest. I need you to always know that.”

It feels as though there’s some underlying meaning to his words that I’m not picking up on, but as I think over everything he’s put together tonight, I must be wrong and reading too much into his words.

“Of course I believe you.”

He sighs, the tension in his body relaxing under mine as he pulls me in for another kiss.

Chapter

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