Page 147 of Forced Vows

Fuck.

When she says it, I know my innocent fiancée is ready for me to fill her with my cock.

When I took her virginity in Portland, I didn't know the gift she was giving me.

Tonight, I do.

Not every woman likes this, but mi dolce fiore does. She's panting for it.

If Róise doesn't come on my cock without me even touching her clitoris, I'll throw my favorite knife into a landfill.

Stretching her body, I pull her ass right to the edge of the island counter and arrange her legs so her feet are flat on my torso.

Then I grab her thighs and press against that oiled and stretched opening. "Push out."

She does and my head pops inside her. She screams and I stop.

If her glare were a weapon, I would be dead. "Do not stop," she says, enunciating each word. "Fuck me."

It's one order I am willing to obey. I thrust deep into her tight channel. So hot, it feels like I'm pushing into liquid fire.

Cazzo.

So fucking good. Who knew the sweetly innocent woman who wore cotton candy lip gloss to her 21st birthday would respond so perfectly to my darkest cravings?

Pulling back slowly, I know the sensation of my retreating cock will excite every one of numerous nerve endings along the tight passage. Her moans tell me she is enjoying this every bit as much as I am.

Her gorgeous green eyes are open, her pupils blown with pleasure. She stares at me as if she has to see me in order to hold her to reality.

I let her see in my eyes the truth we both know. She is mine. Fucking mine. From now until forever.

We signed it in blood.

Her moans grow more frequent, her cries, more desperate, and I increase my pace. Pistoning deep inside her with every forward thrust.

Her tits jiggle, the hard little points flushed with blood. Her knuckles are white around the handle of my knife. And suddenly I know what else I want.

I stop moving and pick up the knife I laid aside after cutting off her bra. She watches me unblinking, her mouth parted, her lips and tongue and invitation.

"You are mine." I prick my thumb and let the blood well. "I will protect you. I will protect our children. I will never betray you."

I press my bloody thumb against her left breast right over her heart, leaving a smeared print on her perfect, smooth skin.

She releases the knife above her head with one hand and offers it to me. "You are mine. I will protect you. I will protect our children. I will never betray you."

This fucking woman. She is so perfect for me. So fucking perfect, period.

I prick the tip of her thumb and she waits until there is a large drop before pressing it against my left chest. Over my heart.

"I promise, Miceli."

There are no marriage vows that will bind us more tightly than the words we have just spoken with my dick in her ass, and our bloody thumbprints on each other's bodies.

I begin to move again. Slowly this time. This is more than sex. More than sharing two explosive orgasms.

This is connection.

My heart beats heavily under her bloody thumbprint.

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