Page 115 of Ruined Vows

I reach for my bag to shove something in my pocket before popping to my feet and prowling towards her. But she just wags her finger at me when I try to peel the towel off and unwrap the present, squealing and hopping away across the room.

“I’m ordering room service. Get showered, or you won’t be ready by the time it gets here!”

“What if I don’t care about room service?” I step into her, pressing her back against the wall. I’m instantly hard.

Her big eyes blink up at me. “I had donuts this morning from the gas station but you haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

I grin at her. “I had quite a meal last night on the road. And I’m hungry for more.” I trail a hand up the outside of her thigh and under the towel to her warm, moist skin.

She shudders under my touch, arms instantly lifting around my neck as that familiar fire catches in her eyes. “You sure?”

Am I sure? I’ve been dying for weeks to have my hands on her again.

I flip her around in my arms and move us in front of the large mirror by the counter. When I lay a hand on her back to urge her down, she immediately responds and bends over, arching her back so her ass sticks out. Then she steps out to spread her legs wider apart.

Fuck, I’ve missed her.

“That’s right, baby,” I growl. “Spread those legs.”

I use my knee to spread them further, watching her face in the mirror and enjoying the undeniable desire and need inscribed on her features.

“God, I want you, Isaak,” she whispers.

That’s all it fucking takes to unleash me. I tear the towel away from her body. Her eyes were begging enough to already have me mad with lust, but her glistening, naked body?

I grunt as I shove my pants down and pull out my heavy cock. It drops between her legs and immediately finds her sex.

She sighs in relief and wiggles back against me like she’s been needing this as much as I have. She’s drenched already, and the tip of my cock burrows the tiniest bit in her wet heat.

She’s not at quite the right angle for me to get to her, and now that I’m so close, I push her further down with my hand on her back. The mirror goes all the way down to the counter, so even as she bends, a glance down at her face shows that she’s watching as my cock shifts angle so that when I thrust next, I finally sink inside her.

In the periphery, I see my face contort in pleasure, and I grunt.

It’s good. So fuckin’ good.

“You’re so beautiful. I want every part of you.” My eyes flick to connect with hers again. And goddamnit, now that I’ve said it, I do. I want it more than anything. Every part of her. Claimed by me. “Can I have it, Kira? Can I have all of you?”

In case she’s not getting my meaning, I slip my cock out of the heaven of her wetness and drag it up to nudge at her ass. I pull out the object I shoved in my jeans earlier and lift it to show her.

Lube. I picked up some forever ago, fantasizing about this.

“I want to make all of you mine. I want to claim you, body and fuckin’ soul.”

She sucks in a huge, surprised breath.

“Let me take you,everywhere,” I press my cock at her back hole. “Be mine, Kira.”

Breathlessly, she nods. “Yes. I’m yours, Isaak.”

FORTY-FIVE

ISAAK

The animal inside me roars.She said yes. She’s mine.

No, dumbass, she’s on the rebound. It’s probably just for tonight. Maybe the week.

I don’t care. Caveman brain heardmine.

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