Page 82 of Vow of Silence

I swear the fucker chuckles.

He does it again, lingering a little, circling his finger over the responsive bundle of nerves.

I jerk his smug fucking face to mine and crush our mouths together. Fuck him for teasing me like this. I need it now, and I need it hard. Fast. Punishing.

We’ve got the rest of our lives to be gentle and exploratory.

Benito’s free hand shifts to the dresser behind me as he leans into the kiss, his palm smacking the surface, knocking items to the floor with a clatter. I lift a leg, wrapping my calf over his ass and coaxing him closer.

He thrusts a slick finger deep inside, quickly adding a second.

The fucking handles dig into my spine, and my foot on the floor slips across the carpet with the need to find purchase against his onslaught. Yet, I refuse to break the kiss. Not until he does, pulling away and panting before running his heated lips down the slope of my neck, fingers still pumping in and out of my slick heat.

I drop my weight against his hand, urging more, desperate for release.

For the endorphins.

For the sense of rightness that comes after. Even if only for a second.

Benito stills, fingers buried deep in my pussy. He drags his bottom lip along the shell of my ear, bending the immersed digits to put pressure against my inner walls. I quiver around him, so fucking close to release, when he pulls free and jerks my pajama shorts to my knees.

I kick the fabric aside and tear the camisole off, baring myself to him. There’s something insanely erotic about being entirely naked before a man when he’s still clothed, especially when his lip lifts in a snarl that shows he wants to devour you.

Arms spread across the drawers behind me, I arch my back, settling the sole of one foot against the bottom drawer. Daring him. Taunting him.

Let him have his fill.

His belt goes first. The leather sings through the loops as he pulls it free, yet he doesn’t toss it aside as I expect. Benito folds the strap in his hand, creating a large loop that he slides over my head, leashing my neck in the warm snare. Eyes on me, he blindly feeds the tail through the buckle, cinching it into a lead.

My nipples fucking ache they’re so damn hard.

We made wild, passionate love as youngsters, but there was never this. A level of sexual awareness that comes with age and experience.

My chest burns at the thought of him with another woman, a scowl slipping across my face before I can stop.

He relaxes, easing the tension on the belt with a tilt of his head. I shake my own, dismissing the concern, and lift my chin, daring Benito to pull me toward him.

He does exactly as I’d hoped, yet steps away from me simultaneously, leading me by the leather leash toward the bed. Tucked behind his shoulder, I follow, arousal dripping onto my thighs.

How far will he go? What are his preferences now?

A shiver ripples through me in anticipation. I can’t wait to find out.

Benito steps aside when he reaches the bed, positioning me between him and the mattress. He swivels my body in his hold, pushing me face-first onto the soft surface. I tumble forward, bracing myself on my hands, and snapped to a sudden stop by the belt around my throat. The leash draws tight, yet I barely draw my next breath before he shoves two fingers inside the loop to give me space to draw air.

His fingers leave my throat, grazing around my neck and over my shoulder to tickle down my spine. I close my eyes, losing myself to the sensations, gluttonous in his attention. His palm finds my ass, fingers kneading the supple flesh as his thumb gently spreads me for his perusal.

I’m fucking wired, every nerve attuned to his every movement, begging for stimulation.

Benito tugs lightly on the leash.

I arch my head back, uttering a low moan.

The pressure disappears from my throat as the belt strap is laid along my spine. I twist to look, yet his firm palm forces my head forward again. The scrape of a jacket over a shirt, the gentle thud of clothes on the floor. I jump when his fingers connect with my pussy, slipping between the wet folds to teasemy swollen clit. His heat presses onto me, Benito curled over my back as he takes up the leash again and pulls it to the side, languidly pumping me with two fingers that he spreads wide on the exit stroke.

As though he primes me.

Lips to the hairline at my nape, he lines himself with me and enters on a swift thrust, a muscled arm visible beside me to take his weight. I set my lips against his inked flesh, nipping at him with my teeth, earning a tug on the leash in response as he growls. My breaths are restricted, my throat pressing against the belt as he pauses to take in the sensation of being fully seated inside me. I clench my inner walls, grinning at the guttural sound uttered against my shoulder blade.

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