Page 67 of That Emerald Vow

“I’ll relent if you do,” he says breathlessly.

“You first.”

Damon complies immediately and brings the speed up, causing me to jerk up towards him. I clutch his thickness and stroke. He starts to flick the vibrator back and forth, massaging my clit as well. We just stay in this moment until I’m clutching onto the sheets, screaming out in ecstasy. “Fuck yes!”

“Ready for our other friend?”

I nod in agreement. He gets the lube and drips it all over the butt plug before going down to get a better angle. Damon bends down, grabbing my legs, and puts them over his shoulders as my back remains on the bed. “Mmmm.” Taking the plug, he slowly plays with my hole, getting it ready while his mouth finds what it was looking for—slurping, licking, sucking me into oblivion. The stimulation between both is going to make me go over the edge, even if it only started moments ago.

“Day, I need you, please!”

Damon puts my legs down as he thrusts the butt plug fully into place, and I wrap my legs around his waist, unable to wait, and guide his cock towards my throbbing pussy.

“Give me!” I yell out. He thrusts back in response and bends down to kiss me.

“Anything for you, gem.”

We fuck. We make love. We play.

By the time we’re done, we’re both lying on our backs, exhausted but thoroughly content.

“You are everything, Char. Thank you for trusting me,” he says, leaning on his shoulder to look towards me.

“I trusted you from that first day I think. Something about your eyes made me feel safe,” I admit. That makes me remember something. “I have something to show you,” I yell before jumping off my bed and running to my dresser.

“What happened?” he asks, sitting up straighter on the bed.

Opening my jewelry box of all my favorite pieces, I pull out the emerald ring he found me that first night we went out. I wasn’t fully sure why I wanted to keep it then, but I knew that I had to. “This!”

He smiles at me. “You kept it this whole time? I thought you got rid of it.”

“Never. I had a feeling I should keep it.” I place it on my finger as I walk back to him. “Now, we’re officially ready to start this. Vows and all.”

“In chaos we reign.” He smirks at me, but I see his eyes are glossed over in emotion.

“As long as it’s with the man Ilove.”

His lips part in shock. “The . . . the man youlove?”

“Yes, Day. I love you.”

He jumps out of the bed and picks me up. My hands immediately wrap around his neck as he twirls me around and gives me a thousand-watt smile. “I love you too, gem. I love you so fucking much!”

I giggle, euphoria filling every vein and nerve ending.

“When they say they love you, they are lying. They love controlling you and feeding off you until you have nothing left. Then they move onto the next bimbo.”I hear my mother’s voice in my head, but it doesn’t make me even remotely flinch, and I brush the thought away as soon as it comes because she’s wrong. I feel bad for her. But I found my person in Damon. The one who sees me for who I am, every dark and depraved part, every silly and emotional part, and everything in between. He loves me for it and never did anything to change or fix me like my mother tried for all those years.

I’m not sure how or when, but we healed those parts of each other we gave up on. We got lucky, unlike my mother, who will continue to live that self-loathing and loveless existence, which in many ways is worse than the fate my uncle faced.

“I promised you all those months ago at the diner, that I’d love you for you—for all your amazing qualities and even those small imperfections. That emerald vow was as real then as it is now and will be forever. We just didn’t fully understand it yet.”

Tears fill my eyes. “How did two crazy kids like us get so lucky?”

“I vow to love you in this life and the next,” I say to him.

“I’m sure I have loved you in a past life. We just needed to find each other again. A love like this is rare and isn’t just for a single lifetime. I vow to love you in this life, the ones before, and all the ones after,” he says as his lips meet mine.

“So that’s basically how I met the love of my life,” I say to the man, who’s sixty percent skinless. I learned while torturing Demetri that it was a very effective method of eliciting pain. “Now you know why I need to pick out the perfect ring to pop the question. Obviously it’s gonna be an emerald because, duh, but the shape is where I am struggling.”

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