Page 44 of Vow to Me

The hungry look in his eyes, the outline of his hard cock straining against his shorts that’s begging me to reach out and touch it, the heaving of his chest, the ragged breath that leaves him as I say the words that I mean with every part of me. He craves me just as much as I need him.

He loves me, he’s been loving me for a while, I was just too blind to see it. Too scared, too worried about thewhat ifsto open myself up to the possibility of loving a man who’s in danger more often than not and being loved by him in return.

“Fuck, I love you,” Luca says before he strolls over to the dresser and pulls out a tie. He comes back to me and motions for me to give him my hands and I do so willingly.

“Remember your safe word?” he asks before wrapping the tie around my wrists and adjusting me so he can tie my wrists to the headboard. I nod my head and tug on my arms to see how much wiggle room I have. The short answer?Not a lot.

“Just say the word and I’ll untie you,” he says softly and presses a kiss to my forehead before he strips out of his shirt and shorts leaving him naked for me to stare at him unabashedly.

His abs ripple as he climbs on the bed and crawls up towards me.

“Do you know what this past week has been like for me Izzy? Having to watch you pull away from me has fucking gutted me baby,” he whispers and positions himself between my legs, the stubble on his cheek grazes the side of my thigh and I shuffle on the bed needing friction.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper sincerely.

“I know you are, but I’m still gonna teach you a lesson so you know not to do it again,” he whispers against me before he dips his head and swipes his tongue across my clit. I’m so fucking turned on that I whimper at the slightest contact.

Needing more I tilt my hips up, but he pulls back. “You need to stay still. You move and I stop, got that?” I nod in agreement.

He lowers his lips down and his tongue licks at my opening before sliding up my seam and he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. I fight every fucking instinct I have and keep still, not wanting him to stop.

He slowly sneaks two fingers inside me and continues licking and sucking at a tortuous pace. The ache inside me builds and builds. But he doesn’t up his pace. He continues at a slow pace and I’m beginning to see why he would call this a punishment. It’s fuckingtorture.

“Please,” I beg, and it comes out as a hoarse whisper and hefinallypicks up his pace, my walls tighten and I’m right fuckingtherebut the asshole pulls back at the last second with a chuckleand it takes all my self-control to not wrap my legs around his neck and fucking strangle him.

“What sort of punishment would this be if I let you come straight away?” He raises his brow and I glare at him in defiance while inwardly cursing him.

“I’m sorry, please…please,let me come,” I whimper, and he gives me a sadistic smirk in return as he lowers his head back down to my center. This time he picks up his pace, fucking me with his fingers and mouth in tandem. But,of fucking course,once I get to the edge, ready to fall headfirst into a blissful orgasm, the asshole pulls back and chuckles.

Once again, he dips back down and continues the process, bringing me to the edge before pulling back right as I’m about to orgasm. I’m seriously debating removing my hands from this tie and just fucking getting myself off.

“Have you had enough yet?” His voice is a deep rasp and I nod my head enthusiastically while begging him with my eyes to let this be over.

“Okay baby,” he says and leans back, grabs hold of my legs and flips me so I’m lying on my front. He maneuvers me so I’m on my knees. My hands are now crossed over each other but still tied to the headboard so I grab hold of the bar that runs across it to keep my balance and to stop myself from falling face first.

He lands a sharp slap to my ass which makes me wince before pleasure shoots through me and I wiggle, trying to get closer to him, trying to feel something, fuckinganything.Tears stream down my face as I beg and plead with him while he continues tospank me. I’m so fucking desperate to come that at this point I’ll do just about anything.

“Do you think you’ve been punished enough?” he says and lines his cock at my entrance. “Do you think you’ve learned your lessonmia regina?”

My head bobs up and down in a nod. “Please,”I whisper so quietly I’m not even sure if he hears me before he slowly thrusts inside me.

“You can come baby.” He picks up his pace and my insides tighten in anticipation before pleasure rolls through me and I’m screaming his name while my pussy strangles his dick through my orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck,fuck, Izzy,”he chokes as the wave of my orgasm subsides, he leans over and loosens the tie around my wrists, freeing me from the headboard while continuing his pace. He slams into me another few times before pulling out and flipping me back onto my back and lining himself back up and shoving back inside me again.

“You feel so fucking good.”Thrust. “So fucking tight.”Thrust. “So fucking wet.”Thrust. “So fucking mine.”

“You’re look fucking beautiful laid beneath me, completely at my mercy,” he groans as he brings his lips to mine in a heated kiss.

He pulls back and sits back on his heels before he grabs my hips and adjusts the angle so he’s lifting my ass in the air and he’s hitting that spot that has me seeing fucking stars. “Come for me baby, let me feel your pretty little pussy flutter around me, let me feel youtighten around my cock once more before I fill you up with my cum.”

His words are all it takes to push me over the edge and then I’m freefalling into another orgasm. His movements become erratic, and he groans my name as he spills inside me.

I’m so fucking exhausted I can’t even keep my eyes open; I vaguely feel him cleaning me up with a warm cloth and whispering that he loves me as he pulls a blanket over me before the darkness pulls me under.

It’s our last day on the island. We’ve spent the last week wrapped up in each other, happily living in our little bubble. We’ve explored the island, cooked dinner together before Luca sat me on his lap and we ate from the same plate. We’ve gone back to Capri for dinner when we wanted a change of scenery. He tells me he loves me every chance he gets and makes love to me—or our version of making love—every morning, every night and in between too.

The time away from New York has been perfect, we leave to go home tomorrow morning and I can’t help but wonder if we’ll continue the way we have been once we get home or if we’re just too wrapped up in our bubble that once we leave things will be different.

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