Page 35 of Forbidden Dark Vows

My cock is painfully hard, but I need to taste every inch of Ruby before I enter her. I want to leave no part of her unsampled. No part of her untouched.

I sip my champagne and, this time, dribble it into her belly button, enjoying the way she wriggles her hips beneath me. I suck the liquid from her and, holding it in my mouth, I force her legs apart, inserting my tongue into her and filling her with champagne.

Ruby gasps. Her back arches, and she instinctively grips the headboard with both hands. I nibble her clit between my teeth, sucking and licking and nibbling some more, discovering her body and what I can do to it.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“I… It feels…”

“It feels?” I pull away and insert a finger in place of my tongue, wanting to keep her there on the brink.

She pants. “It feels like nothing on earth.” The words spill out of her.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

“Say it, Ruby. Say, I want more.”

“I want more, Harry.”

I slide my finger out slowly, studying her wetness on my skin, and push my tongue back in. She’s dripping. Ready for me. I find the spot and lick her hard, her shallow breathing urging me to lick faster. Just as she’s about to come, her gasps become louder, with an animal-like quality.

I stop and kiss her roughly, hungrily, my own lust fueled by her demanding tongue.

I slide myself inside her slowly, relishing the tightness, the way her pussy closes around me, hugging me tightly like she’s never going to let me go. Ruby gasps. Her eyes widen. She pants hard, her fingertips closing around my arms, clinging to me like she’s afraid she’ll fall if I move another muscle.

“Ruby…?” I whisper. “Am I hurting you?”

She shakes her head, a smile forming on her lips and lighting up her face. “No, it’s… I’ve never…”

Realization dawns on me, sending a thrill down my spine and straight into my cock. I throb inside her, and she gasps again,only this time, she’s clinging to me because she’s waiting for more. She wants to experience it all.

I stay there for a while, my length throbbing inside her like a heartbeat, her tongue still chasing mine. I kiss every part of her face, her ears, her throat, teasing her with my tongue, feeling her erect nipples, and her wetness oozing around me.

Unable to wait any longer, I raise my hips, sliding my cock back out of her again, all the way out, until the very tip is stroking her clit. I watch her reaction, the wide-eyed surprise as I pull out, and the back-arching groan of pleasure as I push it back in. All the way in. Her enjoyment is everything, like watching a perfect picture come to life.

Ruby instinctively moves with me, matching my thrusts with her own, forcing herself onto me, begging me to fill her up. Something gives inside her, and I hear the groan escape from my own lips. “I need to come, Ruby,” I murmur, my lips pressed against her neck.

“Do it.” Her lips find mine.

She’s holding me so tightly, I can’t breathe. Our oxygen is combined. Our bodies glued together with love, lust, sweat, and when I come, my entire body shudders on top of her until all that is left of me is her heartbeat drumming in synch with mine.

I wakeup early the following morning.We fucked more times than I can remember in the night, dozing in between. Each time I awoke and saw Ruby’s contented face next to mine, I was instantly hard again. I snuck under the sheet and aroused her with my tongue, and she responded by spreading her legs wide and letting me in, until finally, we both fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

I don’t know where I’m going, but I know what I need to do. I think I’ve needed to do this since the first moment I set eyes on Ruby Jackson, but it feels as if Edinburgh is our city. It’s where dreams are made and wishes come true, and the frost sparkling across the cobbled streets when I leave the hotel is only more proof that this was meant to be.

Everyone wishes me a good morning as they walk by.

Everyone is smiling.

The sun is low in the wintry sky, winking at me from behind the gothic buildings, setting the windows aglow and sprinkling diamonds across my path.

Another omen.

I find the jewelers I want, or rather the jewelry store finds me, its small-paned windows blinking in the weak sunshine, letting me know that it’s there. I step inside and breathe in the musty air of a building that has seen far more than anyone else on this planet.

The manager, an old man with silver hair, wearing a red bowtie with a tartan waistcoat and white frilled shirt, peers up at me from polishing a gold pendant and slides his spectacles back up his nose. “Good morning, sir,” he says with a smooth Scottish accent. “How are you enjoying our fine city?”

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