Page 58 of Stolen Vows

“I want this.” My fingers flex, curling over the waistband of his pants.

“Be specific when asking for blessings.”

Huffing, I undo his belt quickly and yank him closer. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Good.” Shoving my hands away, he opens his fly and pushes his pants down his hips, kicking out of them before I can evenblink. I got a good look at his dick last night, but seeing it again and knowing where it’s headed fills me with equal parts dread and exhilaration. I’m not exactly sure which to focus on as he grabs himself, pumping once with his big fist.

Then he’s gripping the backs of my thighs once more and hoisting me up, fitting me against the wall. “You think they can see up here?”

I shrug.God, I hope so.

For once, Leo seems as agitated and fraught as me, and he glides his tip through my sensitive flesh, parting my lips and spending extra time rubbing my clit. When I’m on the verge of another climax, he drags it down and positions himself. “There is a request before I fill you, I’m afraid.”

My grunt makes him smirk. “What?”

“Let down your hair.”

“What is this obsession you have with my hair?”

“It’s not the hair exactly. I mean, notjustthat.” Crimson paints his cheeks, highlighting the vulnerability in his hooded gaze. It’s only there for a second, but I notice. “I just want this to be the wedding night we didn’t get and for the details to match.”

I stare at him, trying to find a crack in his armor. Something that points to even a modicum of insincerity, but all I’m met with is blazing passion in his irises. Swallowing, I lift my arm above my head and pull one of the pins out, letting my hair fall in silky wisps down my shoulder.

The strands unfold and dangle by my hip, and Leo watches them, enraptured. I’ve let it grow longer than ever before, too swamped with school and work to find time to stop at a salon. Normally, I just throw it up in a bun or braid and forget about it, but the way he’s awestruck by just half of it right now makes me want to keep it down forever.

He notches his tip against me, and I jolt, startled.

His grin is a flame serrating my chest. “Let the rest down so I can put my cock in you.”

My hand tugs at the remaining pin, and the rest of my hair spills out in waves. It covers my breast, tickling the top of my thigh, and Leo hisses as he pushes forward, splitting me wide open.

I tense on instinct at the intrusion. My lungs expand but don’t compress, stunning me with their immobility.

Pain, pain, pain.It radiates up my core, slicing through my abdomen. My sisters said it wouldn’t be pleasant, but I didn’t know it would feel like beingstabbed.

Leo’s fingers flex on my thighs. “Relax, Stella. There’s still more of me to take.”

“OhGod. You’re not in yet?”

“Not all the way.” He slides his thumb over my clit, and the muscles in my ass start to unclench. “You’ve gotta let me in.”

“I’mtrying.”

I peel one shaky, sweaty hand from the wall and grab his neck. The other follows suit, and they lock behind him, digging into his equally damp skin.Is he nervous, too?

“Relax. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He pushes in another inch, and I can actually feel my body loosening, opening up like the petals of a blossoming flower. The sting is still there, but it’s replaced by a fullness unlike anything I’ve known. “This cunt was made for me to slide right into.”

Again, my body moves of its own accord, driven by some basal biological response. My legs press out, spreading wider; he adjusts, allowing me the extra room, and manages to slip all the way in so his pelvis is flush with mine.

I inhale through my teeth, my chest light.

“Fuck. There we go.” Butterflies erupt in my stomach with his praising assessment. “I’m in, baby.”

A lightning bolt of discomfort strikes through me, dissipating quickly. Now I just feel stuffed—impossibly so, like I’m being stretched to my limit. One of my hands curls up, tangling in the hair at the base of his skull.

He slides a rough palm over my side, squeezing my breast before wrapping his long fingers in my tresses. I half expect him to pull or grip as tightly as I am, but his touch is strangely gentle despite the bold heat lighting his eyes.

“Shit.Così dannatamente stretta.”

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