Page 152 of Vows In Corruption

He wasted no time getting back onto the bed and massaging in the wax so that it mixed in with the oil already covering my body.

His hands move against every inch of my skin, leaving no inch uncovered. the massage quickly turns into a sensual one when he leans down and takes one of my breast in his mouth and his fingers strum my pussy as if I were his personal instrument.

My body feels glorious and when he widens my legs and he slides his cock into me, I feel like I’ve earn a trip to heaven.

His eyes lock into mine as he pounds into me and I can’t help but to wrap my legs and arms around him, bringing are bodies as close as possible.

As I look into his eyes, I feel it. I feel the type of love that I never thought I would get to experience.

For the last five years, my life had been centered around one thing and that was giving my sister the best life possible. It took me months to realize that for a long time, that during that time I put her needs before mine. She was the priority and I didn’t care if I had to suffer. I didn’t think about dating or finding someone to spend my life with. Just as long as she was taken care of, I’d worry about myself later in life.

But then came in Bennett. What started as a simple arrangement has turned into so much more. He has taken care of me and Charlie. Protected me and for the first time in my life, has made me feel safe and loved in a way that I never thought would come.

Yet, here I am feeling every single ounce of it.

Sliding my hand into his hair, I bring his face down to mine until our lips meet.

“I love you.” The words come out as a whisper, but it’s the most powerful whisper ever spoken.

“I love you too. So damn much.”

And he continues to show me just how much he means those words.

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“I have something for you,” Bennett says as we lay in bed an hour after we made love to each other.

He starts to move away from me, but my body is so wrapped around his that he lets out a chuckle as he shifts just enough to reach something from the bedside table.

When he has whatever he got in his hand, he shifts us so that we are both sitting up, my limbs no longer wrapped around him like a spider monkey.

With our backs to the headboard, he hold a small box between us. A small ring box.

I look up at him with curios eyes. “What is it?”

“Open it and find out.”

I take the box from him and do just that. Nestled inside the black cushions, is a beautiful cushion cut diamond, with other small diamonds surrounding it, sitting on a gold band. It almost looks like a flower that is blooming, making it unique and absolutely gorgeous.

“This is beautiful.” I say to Bennett, not taking my eyes off my piece.

“It was my mother’s. That’s the ring that my father proposed with. She didn’t wear it much after they got married, so it’s almost in perfect condition.”

“I’m sure it would have looked beautiful on her.” I say with a smile.

“It did.” Bennett says, a small smile forming on his face as if he is remembering something from his past.

I look back to the ring and that’s when his words finally make it through my mind.

“Wait. You’re giving this to me?” I ask, sounding a little shocked.

One of my favorite smiles spreads across his face.

“I am.”

“But I already have a ring.”

He takes the box from me. “And that ring is yours, to keep.” His eyes don’t leave the ring as he twirls it along his long fingers. “I never wanted to get married. I never wanted to go through the possibility of losing someone I loved like I lost my parents, but I always thought that if there was a woman out there to change my mind, then I would give her my mother’s ring. When I picked out yours, I thought about it. I thought about asking Henry for this one and giving it to you. I knew you’d cherish it even though our agreement was only for two years. It would have been an easy thing for me to do, but for some reason I decided against it.”

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