Page 13 of Vengeful Vows

I cry out, arching my back, wrapping my legs around his waist to bring him closer, deeper.

He leans over me, doubling over, and then a couple of the buttons on his shirt do pop, showing tantalizing glimpses of bronze skin.

I let out a grunt of sorts as I rip his shirt open, sliding my hands under it as buttons fly across the room and feeling his skin, palming across his nipples.

He gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily, and that’s what I want. I want him deeper, want him harder. I want it rough, and Declan seems all too willing to oblige me.

He spears into me, bumping the edge of my womb with how deep he’s going, and it aches but god, it hurts so good.

All the anger flows out of me and into him, and his blue eyes are dark with lust as he looks down at me.

“Fuck you,” I spit out, and he gives me a wicked half-grin.

“I am, princess.”

He fucks me harder, thrusting in and almost out of me, going so deep that it makes my eyes roll back into my head.

“Fuck,” I curse. “Fuck, fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Come all over my cock, princess. Want to feel you,” he grunts, rolling his hips in a slightly uneven rhythm.

I know he’s as close as I am, can feel him pulse against my walls. And when I finally reach my peak, I nearly scream, clawing my nails along his back. My press-on nails pop off, but I don’t care.

I don’t care about anything but how good he feels inside me. “God, don’t stop,” I moan as my second orgasm approaches, and when it hits, it hits like a freight train, and spots appear behind my eyelids.

After just a few more hard thrusts, Declan spills inside me, and then it washes over me.

What have I done? I’ve just consummated this marriage.

I open my mouth to curse him, to tell him how much I hate him, but Declan kisses along the side of my face, pressing his mouth against his teeth marks on my neck.

What is he doing?

He pulls out of me, panting, and when he does, I just know he’s going to walk off.

Instead, he stands up and then crouches at the end of the bed, grabbing my ankles and pulling my legs over his shoulders.

When he presses his face into my sex, I moan so loudly I’m sure the whole huge household can hear me.

I’m already so sensitive, but he doesn’t go easy on me, latching around my clit and pressing two fingers into me, fucking his come back inside as he laps at my clit.

I come again, crying out, and he hums against me.

“Enough,” I whimper.

“Not yet,” he murmurs against my inner thigh. “You can come again, princess. I know you can.”

His praise slides pleasure through me, and it’s almost painful, the ache I have in my lower abdomen.

I take in a deep, shaking breath as he continues to finger-fuck me and suck on my clit, and when I come, I gasp and whine, barely able to breathe.

Declan looks up at me with a grin, and he plops down on the bed next to me before throwing an arm around my waist. He’s only there for a few moments, but it’s strange, the way he holds me, like he’s cuddling me.

Why isn’t he just walking away?

“I’m going to shower,” he mutters, and stands up, as if he’s realized what he’s doing.

He leaves the room, and I rub my hands across my face.

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