Page 29 of Solemn Vow

I scream.

I cry out his name.

I try to breathe.

The pulses of pleasure continue as he drives his fingers inside me.

“Such a good girl,” he says with a grin, easing his ministrations until I’m a heap on the bed.

My hands sink into my hair, covering my face with my arms. What have I done? How easily I gave into his touch.

Through the small space between my arms, I see Viktor gliding up my body, blanketing me once more with his strength.

He eases my arms away from my face and kisses my cheeks, then my lips.

“There is no shame between us,moy sladkiy voin.”

“I shouldn’t have let you do that.” I barely hold his gaze with my confession.

“Of course you should.” His stormy gaze fixes on me, his hand slips between our bodies, and his cock presses against my entrance. “We aren’t done, either. Not until I hear you scream my name again.”

“I don’t think…” My protest, as weak as it is, gets cut off by the single, powerful thrust of his hips.

His cock fills me.

I cry out, this time from the pain of being stretched.

“Shhhh. Fuck. No. Don’t move like that.” He grits his teeth, pushes my hips to the bed. “Let your body get used to me.”

I shake my head, shove at his shoulders.

“It will be better in a second.” He kisses my cheeks again. “If you move your hips like that, I won’t be able to control myself. It’s killing me not to move right now.”

He does sound pained.

His hands frame my face.

“Look at me,” he orders, and again I find myself obeying him. He licks his lips as he stares down at me. It seems he’s going to lose what little control he has.

Slowly, he drags his cock back, almost all the way out of me, only to stop at the last second. I slide my hand up the back of his neck, into his hair, watching his control slip away.

It’s magnificent, watching this powerful man lose his fight to his raw, animalistic urge.

In the next second he plows forward again, filling me, stretching me, fucking me.

I lift my knees, wrapping my feet around his waist.

Each little bite of pain with his thrusts melts into the next until I’m not sure if there’s pain or pleasure. It feels too wonderful to try to distinguish one from the other.

“Fuck,” he grinds out just before claiming my mouth again. He lifts up, moving his hand between us and finding my clit once more. Within seconds he has me on the crest of orgasm again.

I buck up at him, wanting, no needing more of his touch, more of him.

It’s too much but not enough at the same time. Everything is polar opposites with him.

“I have to… oh, god… Viktor!” I scream his name as my body crumbles beneath the weight of my release. He doesn’t relent; he drives harder and faster into me.

“Yes. Fuck.Moy sladkiy voin.” He moves his mouth to my neck as he freezes, and his own orgasm sweeps him away.

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