Page 34 of Corrupt Vows

I push into her throat and lose control as she gags and squeezes my tip to the edge of pain. Liquid fire sears the inside of my shaft. I release the first wave of cum down her throat before pulling back and spurting into her mouth.

She coughs and sputters. I jerk my hand in her hair, commanding her eyes to mine, and snarl as more cum rushes from my tip.

“Swallow. Every. Drop,” I manage between each epic wave of release.

Like the good girl she is, she obeys. My head spins as she swallows. I heave and hold her with her lips wrapped around my shaft and my hand in her hair for long, harrowing moments as I drain my balls.

She’s perfection.

When she tries to lift her head, I growl and keep her right where I want her.

“Don’t move.”

The breaths from her nose ghost over me as she struggles to keep her teeth away from my cock.

I wait until the sensitivity fades from my tip before pulling her off me. She moves as though to sit back, but I lift her face to mine and ravage her mouth, thanking her for trusting me with something so precious, moaning at my taste lingering on her tongue, and finalizing my mark on her soul.

She’s mine.

When I pull back, she shudders and digs her nails into my thighs.

I trace my fingers over her features before wiping away her tears with my thumb.

“Thank you,principessa. I can’t wait to bury my face between your thighs and return the favor.”

Her pupils dilate and her swollen lips part over a sharp inhale. I chuckle and drop a quick kiss to her forehead before lifting her to her feet. She wobbles, so I hold on to her hips until she finds her balance.

“Go fix your hair. We have a wedding to announce,” I say.

She blinks down at me.

“Hurry, before I give in to temptation and fuck you into oblivion while everyone celebrates without us.”

Her shoulders stiffen and she rushes across the room to her vanity. I strut to the bathroom and wipe up before tucking myself away and wetting a washcloth with warm water.

She meets my eyes in the mirror as I stride back into the room. With her hands busy in her hair, I smirk and pin her hips to the edge of the counter with a hand on the small of her back.

“Nico! What are you—”

“Spread your legs,principessa.”

She shakes her head, almost destroying the hard work of fixing her hair.

I shake my head andtskin mock disapproval before running the washcloth up her inner thigh. She squeaks and tries to wriggle away, but I chuckle and wipe her other leg before palming her pussy through the cloth.

“Just relax and let me take care of you,” I whisper in her ear.

She shivers. I tease her clit to hardness before pulling away. Her sound of dismay wakes the evil beast lurking within my soul. I nip her ear and toss the washcloth into the hamper before using my reflection in the floor-length mirror to adjust my jacket.

With mesmerizing grace, she fixes her hair and wipes her face before reapplying her makeup.

I lean my upper back on the wall beside the door, waiting for the moment she notices the marks I left on her flesh.

Her reaction nearly sends me to my knees with the desire to worship her. After a double-take, she studies her reflection before tracing her fingertips over the hickeys. A beautiful mix of reverence and interest enters the gleam in her eyes.

She blinks and shakes her head before reaching for her concealer.

“No,” I growl.

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