Page 47 of Brutal Vows

Shifting his weight onto his heels, he hoists the lower half of me higher on the rumpled sheets, each powerful thrust resonating against my most sensitive spots. The relentless pace pulses through me like a staccato drumbeat; each time the rugged ridges of his body brush against hidden nerves, I feel a deep, resonant vibration building within me.

“Oh!” An involuntary cry escapes as he continues, his grunt punctuating the charged air.

“Fuck,bella,” he roars, the raw intensity in his voicenearly shattering my composure. “Come for me. Come for me right now.”

With deliberate force, Vitali presses down on my knees, shoving them toward the edge of the bed and forcing them wide apart, as though daring to bend me to his will. I respond by rocking my hips in time with his fervent strokes, each thrust transforming my pain into a burning, exquisite pleasure I chase with every fiber of my being.

This climax, unlike the one he gave me with his mouth, builds into a deep, overwhelming surge that has me seeing stars.

“Fuck, yes! That’s it, wife,” Vitali bellows as he unleashes a storm of savage thrusts. Soon, he releases inside me, and his body shudders as he delivers a few more lazy, lingering strokes before finally easing out and collapsing beside me in a spent heap.

In the sudden absence of his warmth, I am startled by how empty I feel.

Without a word, he slips off the bed and vanishes into the bathroom. I close my legs slowly, wincing as the dull ache intensifies between my thighs, forcing me to adjust my position in discomfort. When Vitali reappears, he’s donned a fresh pair of briefs and carries a towel in his steady grip.

A shadow of concern mars his features.

“Should have been more gentle,” he murmurs, as he tenderly wipes between my legs; faint streaks of blood marking the cloth. It’s not much, but I knew not to expect a bloodbath. He tosses the towel into the corner, pulls the covers back, and signals for me to lie down. I press myself toward the far end of the bed, but once he’s made himself comfortable, he swiftly sweeps me into his arms, enveloping me in a warmth that belies the earlier harshness.

A shiver of uncertainty races down my spine. I swallowhard, wordlessly questioning the new intimacy of sharing a bed while fully awake. In New Orleans, I’d always been asleep by the time he arrived, and he would be gone before morning light brushed the curtains. Now, this quiet, unexpected closeness fills every inch of the darkened room with new, unsettling feelings.

There is no lingering anger or contempt—rather, I am acutely aware that things could have been much worse. Even amid the intensity of my punishment, he ensured I experienced pleasure alongside his own fervor. Never for a moment did I believe he meant to truly harm me. And, as conflicting as it might seem, I found a dark comfort in the boundary-pushing pleasure.

“Stop thinking so much, little deer,” he whispers with a gentle chuckle that reverberates through the quiet of the night.

“I’m not thinking too much,” I murmur, half in denial.

He laughs softly and plants a tender kiss on the back of my head. “Go to sleep, my wife.”

Those last two words send a flutter racing through my heart, an emotion so fierce it overrides all hesitation.

In that suspended moment, I do what I always vowed I never would—I surrender.

The bedroom is pitch black when I suddenly stir into consciousness. My head is still heavy, resting on the down-soft pillow, the covers still wrapped snugly around my naked, startled body. The darkness of the room feels strange and intoxicating. And in that obscurity, a warmth stirs between my thighs.

A low, throaty moan escapes my lips as Vitali’s heatedbreath caresses my folds, humid and scorching, as it dances along my skin. Lost in the veil of night, I feel his head nestling deeply between my legs; his tongue moves with an almost hypnotic rhythm across my sensitive clit, sending tremors of delight deep into my core. The fragmented remnants of my dream now weave seamlessly with this vivid, sensual reality.

Vitali’s guttural groans resonate against my body, their vibrations coursing through me like rippling waves of ecstasy. Every inch of me is meticulously explored by his relentless tongue, which teases and torments every slick contour until I become a panting, quivering mess, my back arching off the bed in response to his tender fury.

“Dio…” The soft exclamation escapes in a near whisper as he finds that perfect, secret spot that sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, making me writhe uncontrollably. His steady hands dig into my hips while his mouth intensifies its fervor, switching from gentle devotion to urgent, insistent exploration.

“Vitali,” I murmur, each syllable imbued with both longing and surrender as his tongue skillfully flicks around my aching center in dazzling, dizzying circles before pressing down with renewed passion. A fierce, blazing heat swells within me, and as his name escapes my lips again in a hoarse whisper, I lose myself entirely in the exquisite rhythm of his ministrations.

“Please…” I plead softly, just as the first overwhelming surge of orgasm crashes over me, robbing me of breath in the dark room, and my closed eyes dissolve into pure, shared silence punctuated only by our gasps and murmurs.

“Such a good girl,” Vitali whispers, his words a soothing murmur as he trails delicate kisses along the sensitive inside of each thigh. Slowly, he eases himself up my soft, spentbody, and I bite my lower lip as his tongue savors the mingled taste of my arousal coating him. “I love how you respond so effortlessly to me, even when you’re lost in sleep.”

A warm blush colors my cheeks, and though I shyly turn my gaze away, his fingers gently, yet firmly, pinch my chin, compelling me to meet his steady, reassuring gaze.

“There is no room for embarrassment here, Gia,” he murmurs softly. “Soon, I will introduce you to many new sensations.”

The hungry glint in my eyes does not escape him. He chuckles, shaking his head and letting his hand fall away.

“As much as I long to feel my cock buried in your tight pussy, after last night you will be little tender. Plus, we don’t have enough time this morning to do what I want with you.”

“But what about—” I begin, my thoughts racing with the anticipation of reciprocating his pleasure, yet Vitali silences me with a knowing look.

“There’s no tit for tat here, little deer,” he assures me tenderly, tracing a soft line along my cheek. “Your pleasure is my pleasure. Do you understand?”

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