Page 30 of Ruthless Vow

Roughly, I roll her face down, pinning the small of her back with my knee. I knead her ass, the backs of her thighs, letting my fingers slip between her legs to graze her clit. She writhes and squirms, trying to increase the pressure. I remove my hand with a low laugh.

I pull her to her knees, snaring both her wrists and anchoring them at the base of her spine as I position her so she sits on herheels, the backs of her thighs resting against her calves. I hold her pinned in front of me, her knees splayed, her back against my chest as I force her to arch, making her breasts jut forward.

“Mine to enjoy as I please,” I say against her ear.

She shivers as I play with her breasts, squeezing them, plumping them, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Pinching. Pulling.

She squirms and gasps, small whimpers of need sliding from between her lips.

I drag my fingers along her ribs, down her belly, sliding them to her cunt.

She cries out as I push two fingers deep inside her, twisting them in her tight, wet heat. I smear her wetness over her swollen clit, then thrust my fingers back inside.

I am not gentle. I ravage her as I hold her pinned, my cock throbbing as I demand her surrender.

I take my time, working her to a fever pitch, holding her there. Her hips pump, my cock pressing against the round curve of her ass, so hard it feels like it’s going to burst.

The sounds she makes…

The way her body responds to my touch…

I play with her, edging her close to release, then pulling her back. Again and again. Her head thrashes from side to side. Her body strains into my touch as I tug and stroke and pinch.

“Oh, please, Leo, please, please…” she begs, the words running together.

“Please what?” I ask, darkly satisfied by the sound of my name on her lips, by the sound of her begging for release. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes, please…” The desperate whisper twists my need even tighter.

I catch her clit between my index and middle fingers, squeezing hard as I slide them forward and back. Faster. Faster.

She wails, head thrown back, hips shifting as she seeks release. Her pleasure is mine to command.

“Come for me, little wolf,” I order, a warped swell of satisfaction coiling through me as her body tightens and jerks, as she trembles and screams my name.

I hold her there on the knife’s edge of her orgasm, pressing against her clit, forcing wave after wave of release on her.

Her whole body trembles and shakes, her head thrown back, her lips parted as she cries out again and again.

Finally, I let go of her wrists and guide her down onto the bed, straightening her legs, rolling her to her side. She trembles still, her whole body shuddering in the aftermath of her climax.

“Good girl,” I murmur, as I pull the comforter over her.

Her cheeks are flushed, a warm glow suffusing the skin of her face and neck. Her eyes flutter open, her gaze unfocused, dreamy.

For an instant, I want to touch her with a gentle hand, to stroke her hair back from her cheek, to kiss her swollen lips in a way that doesn’t claim and bruise.

Then her focus sharpens and she stares at me where I loom over her.

“Did you like that?” I ask. I know she did, but I need her to confirm it.

She doesn’t answer for moments. Moments that feel like hours.

And then, “Yes,” she says so quietly I can barely hear her. “Yes, I liked it.”

The way she looks at me reaches inside and twists me in knots. She’s looking at me like I hung the fucking moon. Like there is something more here than her cunt and ass and tits. Like there is something more here than her submission to my will.

And maybe… Maybe there is.

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