Page 140 of Tangled in Vows

“Imagine it’s my hands overflowing with those perfect tits. I’d massage them and lick those rosy nipples until they were so stiff I’d have to bite them. Pinch them.”

With my eyes closed, I let Holden’s words repeat in my head, doing what I can to simulate his actions. My ensuing moan manages to sound both exhilarating and needy.

Holden keeps pumping his fingers in and out, adding a third, his rhythm becoming more desperate by the second. “Look how good you follow my instructions, baby. Now be a good girl and come on my tongue, so I can flip you over the side of the tub and pound into you from behind so hard you’ll still feel me deep in your cunt tomorrow. I want that mouthwatering ass of yours high in the air, so I can watch your greedy pussy milk my cock.”

Every filthy word that comes out of his mouth makes me fly higher and higher. My clit pulses with need, wanting to jump over that edge so badly, and Holden knows that too.

“Now, Hurricane. Drip on my fingers.”

He latches on to my clit, moving his flat tongue over it with the perfect pressure for me to explode.

“Oh my God. Fuck.” The orgasm pulls me under, wave after wave of pleasure rocking through me. Spots appear behind my closed eyelids, and sparks spread throughout my body, bringing a flush of warmth with them. I feel feverish in the best possible way. Eventually, the shudders of pure ecstasy slow down, and I open my eyes.

Holden’s face is nothing but smugness and lust when he extracts his fingers and mouth. I don’t have enough time to mourn the emptiness because he does exactly what he promised. He flips me to my front so I’m over the edge of the tub with my upper body and nudges the thick, pierced head of his length into my entrance.

He feeds me his cock inch by inch, the stretch exquisite. I roll my lip between my teeth, my clit sparking to life again with this welcome intrusion. Pulsing. Expecting. Throbbing. I’m so full, I sigh in contentment.

I look over my shoulder at him as he begins to move. The hold he has on my hips is so tight it’s almost punishing. It’s perfect for the way his pelvis smacks against my ass over and over, his pace never letting up.

“No one is coming between us again, you hear me?” There’s a slight tremble in his voice.

Thrust.

“No one will try to take you away from me again.”

Thrust.

“You’re my wife.”

Thrust.

“You’re everything to me. My lifeline, my soul, my future.”

The backs of my eyes grow hot, and I try to swallow the thick emotion swirling in my throat.

Thrust.

“And I will love you in this lifetime and every other one that comes after.”

I scramble to be closer to him, but he won’t allow it. I can see it in the stubborn set of his jaw, he needs this. He needs to tell me in his own way that he won’t ever risk my safety or health because it’s the very last thing he’d ever want to do. That thought settles deep in my bones, bringing me such comfort, such pure joy and fulfillment that the second he smacks my clit with his palm, I’m done for.

I drag him over the edge with me, making us one for this euphoric moment.

Once we come down from our high, the hot water envelops us in a comforting embrace, and I rest my body against Holden’s.

The same melody as before enters my mind, adding a few more lines to the notes that have captured my muse.

My heart beats the same rhythm, as long as you’re by my side.

You’re my anchor while I’m drifting, the constant I hold tight.

In an incredibly fleeting world, you’re the tether to my soul.

The soothing strength I cling to when the waves take control.

You’re the peace beneath my chaos, my sanctuary at night.

The harbor during every storm, always balancing my tide.

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