Page 27 of Twisted Vows

“Why should I?”

“Because,” he says, his voice dropping even lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “I am your husband.”

My breath catches, and everything else fades away. It’s just him and me, standing on the edge of something neither of us fully understands.

He lifts me and strides purposefully into the bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot. Sealed in, I fill my lungs with air as he sits heavily on the bed.

Capturing my mouth, his kiss is both demanding and tender. I’m lost within seconds and let my fingers slide into his hair. Softer than I imagined it would be, I feel greedy and tug on it, wanting something I can’t name.

A low growl of pleasure rumbles through his chest as his kiss flips from gentle to hungry. Muscles I didn’t know existed wake up as desire unfurls like a flower.

A pulse beats between my legs, and my breasts feel heavy. How can Maxsim make me feel all these things with only a few kisses?

Breaking away, I gasp and drag air into my lungs. Unsteady, I slowly open my eyes and find him staring at me with…desire. Raw. Unfiltered. He doesn’t try to hide it.

“Goddamn, Ari.” He breathes slowly. “What will you do to me?”

“Bewitch you,” I whisper. “So that you will always choose me first.”

His big hand wraps around my neck, and he holds me close, drinking deeply from my mouth.

“Closer,” I mutter against his mouth, pressing my hand against his warm skin. “Let me become the temptation you never deny yourself, the place where your darkness can shine without retribution.”

“Darkly, delicately. You are mine.” I shudder as his mouth drags along my neck. “It’s time to taste my wife.” He dips his hand inside my loose lounge pants.

I run my hand along his jaw and realize nothing is more attractive than a monster trying to keep himself in check. His jaw is tight as his fingers slide beneath my lace panties.

“Soaked,” he whispers as he plays with my clit. “My sweet wife is thinking about riding my cock.”

“Maxsim!” I mean for it to come out as an admonishment, but it sounds more like a plea.

He pinches my swollen clit, and I gasp. “I think that means more,” he growls.

As one of his fingers slides inside me, I close my eyes and let the exquisite pleasure roll over me in waves. Moaning, I rock against his hand.

“That’s it, wife. Let me pleasure you.”

Pressing his thumb to my clit, he slowly works a finger in and out, fucking me with it. I shudder, dropping my head against his shoulder, swallowing the unholy sounds I want to make.

A dark moan falls from my mouth as he adds another finger and latches onto my throat with his hot mouth.

Showing no mercy, he sucks on my neck and finger fucks me…sending me to a place I’ve never been.

“Do you want to come like this, wife? Or do you want my mouth?”

My eyes roll into the back of my head. “I like fingering your gorgeous wet pussy, but I want to eat you.”

“Maxsim!”

He rocks his hips in response, and I feel his enormous erection press against my hip. Kissing a path down my neck to my chest, he bites down on the swell of my breast.

“I’m going to taste every inch of you,” he whispers. “Tell me every filthy thing you’ve dreamed of, and we’ll do it together.”

He pulls his fingers out of me and slides them up and down my soaked folds. “Do you want to come, Ari?” I raise my eyes and stare at him in a daze as his fingers move back and forth over my throbbing clit. “Tell me.”

Arching back, I suck in a breath as he slides his finger back in. Crooking it, he hits a sensitive spot inside me, rubbing it slowly. “Keep your eyes on me, wife.”

Reluctantly, I do as I’m told. “Yes. husband.”

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