Page 20 of Veiled Vows

"You like that, baby?" He asks between kisses, his voice deep and gravelly. "You like having this powerful man kissing your feet? Knowing that you are the only soul in the world he would be at the mercy of? Knowing that he's willing to worship you, for a single touch, a taste?"

I raise my other foot, pressing the heel against his mouth to shut him up. He looks away, slamming the floor with his fist in frustration but controls his anger.

He reaches out, unbuckling the other heel and giving my foot the same tender treatment as the first one.

The sight of him, kneeling before me, worshipping me with such fervor, sends a thrill through my entire body. I look down at him, my eyes full of lust. "Unbuckle your belt," I purr.

His big hands move immediately, the sound of the belt clinking as he obeys. I lick my lips, watching him intently.

"Unzip your pants," I say huskily, "Take it out."

His hands tremble slightly as he follows my orders, revealing himself to me. My breath catches in my throat. It's so big, so perfect, just like him. I’ve missed this. My body craves him like I've been parched for decades and he's the only source of water.

I lean in close, my teeth grazing his chin. "You want me to touch you?" I tease.

"I will die if you don't, baby," he grumbles, his voice raw with need.

I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "But you don't deserve my hands on you, Salvatore," I tell him.

A muscle in his jaw twitches, his frustration palpable. I place my feet around his cock, watching as he throws his head back.

"I'd take anything you give me, baby, anything," he confesses. "I crave all of you."

My feet slide up and down his length, teasing him mercilessly. "You like this, don't you?" I repeat his previous words.

"Yes," he groans, his eyes closing in bliss. "I love it, baby. Please, don't stop."

I press my toes against his tip, making him hiss with pleasure.

His entire body tenses, the veins in his neck standing out. I move my feet with deliberate slowness, watching his every reaction, savoring them.

"Look at me," I order.

His eyes snap open, locking onto mine. The arousal in his gaze makes me feel like a porn star. I move my feet faster, watching him struggle to maintain control.

"Please," he spits out. "I need more."

"Do you?" I ask, my tone teasing. "Tell me what you need, Salvatore."

"I need you," he pleads. "I need to feel you, touch you, be inside you. Please, Serena."

His pleading stirs something deep within me, but I ignore it. I continue to pleasure him with my feet.

"Beg for it," I whisper, my eyes boring into his.

"Please, Serena," he begs, his voice rough. "I'll do anything. Just let me touch you, let me be inside you."

With my pre-cum soiled feet, I push his shoulders, making him stumble back slightly. "This is all you deserve, Salvatore," I taunt.

He looks up at me, biting his lip. I can see the internal struggle, the need to maintain control battling with his overwhelming need for me.

I put my feet back on his shoulders, using them to guide him back down to his knees. "Stay right there," I say.

Slowly, I slide one foot along his length, feeling him throb beneath my touch. His entire body trembling with the effort to remain still.

I curl my toes around him, applying just the right amount of pressure, and begin to move my feet up and down. His hips jerk involuntarily, and he lets out a low, guttural moan.

I press my heel against his balls, rolling them in slow, torturous circles.

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