Page 63 of Ruined Vows

I squeeze my leg against his waist and clench him until he’s shouting into my breast and thrusting more forcefully than he has yet. It’s so good to feel him finally lose control that I clench around him even tighter.

He’s sputtering and choking by the time I finally feel him pulse deep inside me.

My orgasm peaks as he thrusts deeps again and then shakes hard before finally stilling with his body wrapped around me. Both of us gasp for breath but don’t move, except for one last latent pulse of his cock still inside me.

Oh my god. Is that what it feels like to make love?

TWENTY-FOUR

KIRA

I wakeup feeling so warm and safe, and it takes me a second to realize that, once again, my cheek is plastered to the gentle rising and falling of Isaak’s warm, furry man chest.

I’m about to immediately pull away, embarrassed that I’ve wandered over the pillow wallagain, when his big, muscled arm lands around my shoulder and pulls me back in.

“Where ya running to, babe? Unless you gotta pee? Then go and get that tight ass right back here when you’re done.”

As I shift, my body feels exactly how well-fucked it is, and all of last night comes flooding back in.

Holy shit.

I had sex. With Isaak.

I hada lotof sex with Isaak.

A lot of reallygoodsex.

Like, blow-the-top-off-my-skull good sex. Better-sex-than-I’ve-ever-had-in-my-life good sex.

“Um. Okay. I’ll be right back.” Because I do have to pee. I scramble out of the sheets and hurry to the bathroom, almost embarrassed to look at myself in the mirror. Did I really do all those shameless things last night? Did I really ask him to go primal, then let him chase me around the hotel room and pin me on the floor and sixty-nine me?

But I can’t help glancing at myself.

I look nuts. My straightened hair has started to go frizzy with curls near my scalp, and it’s sticking out every which way with leftover product.

Oh my god, I must still stink of sex. We had all the sex and then just fell into bed without even showering.

I always shower after sex. Well… Usually, I’m trying to shower the guy off me. But then, um. I’ve never had holy-shit sex before.

I sort of sit there on the toilet after I’ve finished peeing, just staring at nothing. I literally don’t know what to do the morning after an experience like that. Do we cuddle? I was in his arms after we fell into bed last night and fell asleep from exhaustion. Then, like usual, we ended up in each other’s arms at some point in the night. So weweresort of cuddling. Do I call and order breakfast now? I haven’t done that all week, but I certainly worked up an appetite last night. Is that proper morning-after etiquette?

Or does he want to pretend it didn’t happen? I know I was the one who was drinking last night, but there was just sort of a mood. And what guy’s gonna say no when a willing young woman’s all but throwing herself on his dick?

“Did I lose you in here?”

My head jerks up to find Isaak standing in the bathroom doorway. Ridiculously, I shriek and cover my naked body. “You can’t be in here. I’m peeing!”

“Think you finished that a bit ago. Now you’re just noodling. Getting into your head about things that you don’t gotta get in your head about.”

I just stare up at him, mouth agape at all his hulking godlike muscledom. “I don’t?”

“No.” He lifts a finger beneath my chin and pops my mouth closed. “What do you want to do? Because that’s what we do. Whatever we want. Not what youthinkyou should. Just whatever you really, really want. We can go climb back into bed. Or we can go get separate bedrooms if last night was just a one-night thing. We can?—”

“Can we take a shower together, then order breakfast?” I cut him off, lifting my eyebrows in hope.

He grins wide. “Absolutely.”

“Then that. That’s what I want,” I say in a rush.

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