Page 36 of Shattered Vows

Kol pulls away, and I whimper. He rests his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. He doesn’t say anything for a beat, and if he pulls away again, I may just find someone else.

Seconds tick by, his eyes searching mine.

“Fuck it,” he says. “Let’s explore.”

His hands slip down to my waist, and he lifts me as if I weigh nothing at all. He hauls me over his lap, spreading his legs and setting me between them. I’m facing away from him so that my back is pressed against his firm chest.

“What… what are you doing?” My breathing is shallow.

“What you asked for. Helping you explore.” He tugs my braid to one side so it rests between my breasts and drags his tongue from the base of my neck up to my earlobe. “Let’s find out what you look like when a man makes you come, shall we?”

Anticipation twists in my abdomen, and I nod eagerly. Kol chuckles as his hands coast over the fabric of my dress, over my breasts. I can’t help but arch into his touch, wanting more. But he continues his descent until he reaches my upper thighs. He pulls the fabric of my dress up until it lays at my waist, exposing my white cotton thong.

Kol brings a hand to the waistband, trailing his fingers back and forth under the elastic. My body feels alive in anticipation, but he goes no further.

“Kol, please.”

He pushes his nose into my hair with a dark chuckle. “All good things to those who wait, sweetheart.”

“I’ve waited a lifetime.”

He tilts his hips, and the hard length of his arousal presses into me from behind. My eyes drift closed, and my head falls back onto his shoulder, offering myself for him to do what he wants.

He breathes me in as he finally pushes his hand under my panties, his fingertips trailing down to my mound. He cups it in his large hand.

“Fuck, Rapsody.” He groans. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to touch this pussy? Make it mine?”

His vulgar words do the opposite of what I would have thought they’d do—they ratchet up my arousal to a level I’ve never experienced before. My hips gyrate of their own accord.

“Ah, you like that, do you? Like me talking about your cunt and how much I crave it?”

A moan escapes my lips.

“Answer me, Rapsody.”

“Yes.”

He dips his fingers between my folds to find me wet and wanting, and he slides his finger over my clit. I buck up off his lap, my legs drawing together on instinct. Kol wraps an arm around my middle to keep me in place.

“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. Now bring your legs over my thighs.”

I do as he says, spreading myself wide. I’m rewarded when he spreads my arousal up over my clit and moves his fingers.

“That’s my good girl.”

“Oh, god.” I arch my back again, but his arm around my middle keeps me in place.

“Me. I’m your god, Rapsody.” Kol increases the pressure, moving his fingers in a steady rhythm, and I move one rung further up the ladder. He tucks his face into my neck and inhales deeply. “You always smell so fucking good. Drives me crazy.”

The pressure throughout my body mounts, and all my muscles feel as if they might snap.

Kol opens his mouth on my throat as though he might bite me, but instead holds himself there like a predator asserting his dominance over his prey. And god, does it do something to me, that feeling of being at his mercy, under his control. Every part of my body warms, and my limbs and lips tingle.

He increases the tempo and pressure again. I won’t last much longer, and I can’t really tell if I want to or not. This feels so, so amazing, but I can only imagine what my climax might feel like when it comes.

The sound of Kol’s slick fingers working me and the feel of the sun coming out from behind a cloud will stay with me for eternity. My brain tries to commit every single sensation to memory.

My hips move, desperate for more friction. I suck in a breath and hold it as I reach the crest of the mountain Kol led me to, and I cry out.

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