Page 42 of Forbidden Vows

“Like this?” I moan as I let my hips sway back and forth.

I can feel every inch of him. My pussy wraps around his cock, taking in all of him as the friction against my clit sends electrifying jolts throughout my body. I can feel the buildup between us, the pressure thickening in my core.

“Just like that,” he says, firmly holding my hips to guide me.

Slowly but surely, a rhythm develops. Back and forth I move, my eyes locked on his.

“You’re mine,” I tell him.

“I’m yours, Eileen.” He sits up, and suddenly he’s deeper. I gasp and groan, overwhelmed with raw pleasure as I wrap my arms and legs around him. “And you are mine. All of you. Oh, fuck, I need you to come. Right now.”

“Yes!”

I move faster, clenched tightly around him as the edge sharpens.

My mind melts as I tilt my head back, as he hides his face in my breasts and nuzzles my flesh, while his cock reaches my innermost depths. I let go with a shudder, my climax glazing him with liquid pleasure.

Afterward, we lay in a post-orgasmic haze, my head on his chest as Anton draws slow circles on my back with his index finger.

“The real world awaits,” I mumble.

“Let it.” He sighs deeply. His warmth, his protectiveness are a constant source of heat for my very soul. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”

“Are you saying you’re not done with me yet?” I giggle.

His index and thumb grasp my chin, beckoning me to look up at him. “I’ll never be done with you, Eileen.”

“That sounds fantastic, but I’m serious,” I let a heavy breath roll from my chest. “The real world is still out there.”

“We’ll face it together.”

“That sounds romantic.”

“It’s true.”

“How will this work?” I ask him.

He gives me a curious look. “What?”

“This marriage.”

“I suppose just like any other marriage works, we’ll figure it out one day at a time. Right now, I just want to enjoy this moment, to enjoy you.”

“We’ve got a baby on the way.”

He nods. “It’ll be interesting.”

“I’m scared.”

He tightens his hold on me, his gaze softening. “One day at a time, Eileen.”

“Ciara—”

“Forget about your stepsister, your father, and Sergei fucking Kuznetsov, for once,” he snaps. “You don’t owe them anything, and you never will. You’re my wife now. You’re a Karpov, not just a Donovan. Which means you can be who you were always meant to be.”

I need a moment to wrap my head around that concept. “I don’t know who I’m meant to be, Anton. I’m only just realizing it now.”

“Then let’s start whenever you’re ready,” he replies and kisses me again. I taste myself on his lips. “We don’t have to rush into anything else. There’s been enough of that to last us a lifetime.”

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