Page 52 of Vow of Vengeance

It feels good. Too good.

Am I in that stupid stupor I’ve seen other girls my age succumb to? The “believe anything he says” phase? Letting his smooth words woo me like a siren’s call, letting him in places a man like him should never be.

I used to laugh at girls who let their hormones win out over their brain cells. I felt superior, at least knowing I was using Carter as much as he used me. But with Haze, it’s different.

Everything’s different. My entire world has changed.

And I’m completely out of control, like now, when that heady look of need fills his gaze as he stares at me.

It’s too much. I have to look away.

He captures my chin in his hand, forcing me to make eye contact with him. “You’re better than me,” he says, meaning every word. “You deserve better than me.”

And my head has lost to my heart.

Unsure if I’ve made the wrong decision, I let him in.

Instead of the lingering doubt, I focus on the feeling of him against me. I love running my fingers through the hair at the back of his head, and I do that now, scratching my fingernails lightly over him for comfort. I’ve felt his fingers inside me, but this is different.

Immense. Meaningful.

Kinda like my emotions right now.

He moves against me. “You deserve better, but if you let me try, I’ll be better.” He kisses me lightly on the forehead and the cheek. “For you.”

He feels soft and firm, warm and slippery against me, yet I burn as he pushes, the head of his cock entering me. He moves slowly, giving me time to adjust as I process this new sensation of being stretched and filled.

How is having his cock inside me so much more vulnerable than his fingers? That’s not even the right word. I rack my mind, trying to put a name to this swirl of immense feelings I’m experiencing as he enters me.

But now he’s going deeper, and rational thoughts disappear. Relentlessly, he thrusts inside me. Conflicting emotions consume me. I want to give in to the primal desire coursing through my veins. Yet my body fights against this unfamiliar invasion, this new feeling balancing on the edge of pain and pleasure, causing sharp stabs of pain and discomfort.

My mind is a battlefield, struggling to comprehend the overwhelming emotions of vulnerability and submission as every inch of him stretches and tears at me, filling me and causing foreign sensations.

The burning makes tears sting at the back of my eyes as I try to adjust to the intrusion.

His lips are hot as they kiss my cheek and ear, fluttering my hair with his breath. He slides his hand under my ass, cuppingmy curves, his fingertips squeezing me as he presses his thighs against mine, burying himself deeper inside of me.

“Are you okay,” he asks.

I want to answer him. I do. I try to come up with the words, but there are none worthy of what’s happening to my body.

Instead, I moan, closing my eyes and turning my head to direct his hot kisses, wanting them to trail down the side of my neck. He takes the bait, and his lips and teeth tease my sensitive skin, sending tingles all over my body as he clutches my ass tighter.

The fingertips of the hand that’s clutching my ass cheek move in closer, exploring the space between my cheeks. He circles my rosebud with a finger, pushing it in just to the first knuckle as he starts moving, each thrust sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

Despite it all, he persists with slow and deliberate movements until he's fully engulfed inside of me. My nails dig into his back as I writhe beneath him, lost and overwhelmed.

I’m tight, too full, burning as I stretch to take him, but despite the discomfort, there's an undeniable wet wall of pleasure building inside me. As he picks up speed and intensity, the pleasure becomes all-consuming, threatening to overwhelm my senses, threatening to overpower the pain. His finger in my ass only adds to the confusing satisfaction.

He brushes the hair back from my face and flutters soft kisses over my cheeks, lips, and forehead. “How are you?” Frantically, I shake my head, unable to form words. My tongue is numb, and my mind is gone.

The initial pain fades into a dull ache as waves of intense pleasure crash over me. Lost in a feverish daze, I feel myself move past the wall of anxiety and uncertainty.

He moves faster now. My muscles clench and tense around him, the need consuming me whole. His lips take mine in a fierce kiss, his tongue dominating every inch of my mouth as he thrusts back and forth, plunging deeper and deeper inside me. My pleasure intensifies with each of his calculated movements, causing friction and heat like a caveman rubbing two sticks together to create enough heat for a fire.

Sparks fly through me as the blaze builds. The friction becomes all-encompassing, almost unbearable, creating a primal heatwave that pushes me to the brink of sanity.

He suddenly pulls out completely.

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