Page 305 of By His Vow

His visceral reaction to my touch alone makes me melt for him.

Gripping his ass, I pull, desperately trying to get more of him than I already have, although I fear that no matter how much I get, it’ll never be enough.

He fucks me deeper, hitting that magical spot inside me with every thrust.

His eyes bounce between mine, emotion and desire warring in them.

I could drown in that look alone.

But all too soon, he ducks down, severing our connection in favor of another.

His lips brush mine in a sweet kiss. It’s at total odds to what the bottom half of his body is doing.

It’s a head fuck of the best possible kind.

“More,” I whimper into his kiss.

“Everything, Tate. You can have everything.”

Then he seals his lips over mine, plunges his tongue into my mouth, and his hips pick up pace. He doesn’t relent until I’ve come twice on his magical dick. And only when I’m coming down from my second, does he allow himself to find his own release.

A low groan builds deep in his throat before his body stills for a beat before he lets go. His dick jerks violently inside me, filling me with ropes of hot cum, reminding me that even though it’s pointless now, I didn’t hesitate for a second to get him to sheath up.

Maybe all of this was just meant to be…

His movements slow, but he never pulls out of me. Instead, he drops to the side, pulling me with him and keeping my leg wrapped around his waist.

I attempt to swallow the messy ball of emotion that clogs my throat, but it’s impossible. I’m feeling too many emotions all at once to even attempt to battle them.

“King—”

“Shush, baby,” he soothes, clearly able to see the riot happening behind my eyes. And it only gets worse when he reaches out and gently brushes his knuckles down my cheek. “I missed you so fucking much,” he confesses quietly, making my heart seize in my chest. “I’m sorry,” he blurts suddenly. “Whatever it was I did, I’m so fucking sorry. I never wanted you to leave.”

A weird laugh full of fear, hope, relief, and desperation bubbles from my throat.

His brow wrinkles in confusion, but he patiently waits for me to speak.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, King. None of this was you. It was me.”

He stills. “You’re not pulling that ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ bullshit on me, Tatum. Don’t even fucking think about it.”

“N-no, I’m not,” I assure him. “Things just…everything got on top of me. The past few weeks, they’ve…” I trail off, unsure of the right words. And even if I find them, I’m not sure he’d even understand.

“It’s been a lot. I know that. But all you had to do was say something. You didn’t need to run. To leave.”

Ripping my gaze from his, I stare down at his chest. I want to say that I regret running away like I did. But the truth is, I don’t.

I regret hurting those who care about me and disappearing without warning. But I don’t regret my decisions.

I needed this time away. While I never achieved what I hoped I would, I have managed to find some clarity, some answers.

And finding Kingston standing in the middle of the little courtyard outside not so long ago, cemented them.

It doesn’t matter how far I run or for how long, one thing is never going to change.

“King, I?—”

“I’m falling?—”

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