Page 54 of Reckless Vow

I step closer and her back hits the stool. She pivots, but now she’s cornered, with the counter at her back.

“I didn’t want to take advantage of you, but make no mistake, darling wife, there is only one thing I’d like as my dessert.”

I lower my mouth to her ear, her scent of summer meadow, and… well, just Brook spreading through me like wildfire, igniting parts of me I didn’t remember existed. “Only one thing I’ve wanted to taste since I kissed you the first time. That one taste I never got. And I think I’m done imagining it.”

Her breath hitches. “Baldo,” she whispers.

“That’s a good start, baby, but I’ll need you to scream it.”

I hoist her onto the counter.

Our gazes lock. Her eyes mirror the raw hunger I feel, but there is also hesitation in them, or maybe shyness mixed with curiosity.

Is she nervous about this? Based on all the douchebags she dated over the years, I doubt it’s a lack of experience that concerns her.

This is the first time we never got before. Perhaps I’m rushing her.

“Once I start, I won’t stop. Are you sure about this, Tokyo?”

I don’t even feel guilty about manipulating her with the name I used to have for her. She used to hate it openly, but I know she loved it.

Instead of words, she cups the back of my neck and pulls me to her. She wants my lips, but I slide away at the last minute and suck on her neck, then continue licking and biting down to her clavicle.

I can’t wait to taste her, but I’m not kissing her.

That’s too intimate, too dangerous. Lethal.

I squeeze her breast, and even through the fabric her nipple hardens, responding to me. Brook moans and throws her head back, giving my mouth better access to her cleavage.

My hands glide down her body as I learn her language, attuning myself to her reactions. To the way she sounds when she tenses and when she leans into me, how she shudders and arches.

Slowly I’m learning what makes her feel good.

But I’m too desperate to get to the holy grail to take this as slow as I’d like. There will be more time for that later. I need to taste her.

I hook my fingers in the waistband of her leggings and underwear. “Lift.”

It sounded harsh, but she doesn’t protest and hoists her hips up. God, what her obedience does to me. Fuck, she is perfect.

I shove both garments down so quickly she gasps and leans back on her elbows, watching me with mischief and desire in her eyes.

“Spread those pretty legs for me, baby.”

Her eyes widen and she sits back up, pulling on my belt.

“What makes you think you’re in charge here?” I grab her wrists.

She was wide-eyed before, but the shock is so hot now. It’s adorable to watch how she fights this for a few beats, her expression morphing from glower to desire, and finally to surrender.

She drops back to her elbows and opens her thighs slowly.

“That’s my girl.” Without looking yet, I run my hands up her calves and thighs, slowly savoring the feel of her skin.

Her eyes are glued to mine, with anticipation and something else that I can’t interpret.

I don’t get to delve into it because my eyes drop. “Fuck, Brook, this pussy is prettier than I could have ever imagined.” And imagine it I did, a million times over.

“Baldo, you’re killing me here,” she whimpers.

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