Page 87 of Vendetta Crown

The tight grip of her pussy. The sound of her moans on my tongue. The way she holds me like I'm her anchor to reality.

They shatter my control completely.

I bury myself to the hilt as my release rushes through me. Hot spurts of cum flood her welcoming depths, each one accompanied by a wave of pleasure so intense that I see nothing but stars behind my closed eyelids as I empty myself inside of her.

Her inner walls continue to milk me with exquisite control. Continue to draw out every last drop. Continue to squeeze until I'm totally spent.

Until there's nothing left of me that doesn't belong to her.

My body trembles against hers as I remain buried deep within her warmth, reluctant to break our connection for even a second.

I lie there, utterly spent, with Aurora's body warm against mine. Our lips continue to find each other in the afterglow. Slow, languid kisses that lack urgency but not passion.

Each press of her lips against mine feels like a promise. A new vow between us that goes beyond any we made at our wedding.

After our heartbeats return to normal, I slip out of her.

She makes a little sound of disappointment that tugs at something deep in my chest.

Through our bedroom window, the first hint of dawn breaks. A faint blush of pink against the dark sky. Another day approaches, bringing with it all the dangers and challenges we face.

But for now, in this perfect moment, there's only us.

"We should get cleaned up," I whisper, pressing one more kiss to her swollen lips. "You've made a beautiful mess."

"I'm your beautiful mess," she murmurs back, stroking my face.

I stand and extend my hand to her, pulling her up from our bed. Her naked body gleams in the dim light. Curves and valleys I've memorized with my hands, my lips, my tongue.

With shaky steps, I walk her to the bathroom, and turn on the faucet of the massive tub.

Steaming water begins to fill it. As the tub fills, she wraps her arms around me from behind, her lips pressing to the tattoos scattered across my back. Each one telling the story of my life. Each one a dark reminder of this awful world that I'm forced to dwell in.

But with every touch of her mouth, she transforms them into something different. Something lighter. Something that's more than another reminder of violence and loss.

Because that's what she does. She brings light into even the darkest corners.

My little dawn.

My Aurora.

When the tub is ready, I help her step in, steadying her with my hands. Then I slide in behind her, settling back against the porcelain as she nestles her back against my chest. The water envelops us in welcoming heat.

I gently run my hands over Aurora's flushed skin, watching rivulets of water cascade down her body. The warm bathwater envelops us both as I tenderly wash away the evidence of our passion.

"You're perfect, so perfect," I whisper against her ear, reaching across her collarbone to cup her breasts.

She sighs contentedly, leaning back further against my chest. The weight of her, warm and trusting in my arms, fills me with a fierce protectiveness that's become as natural as breathing.

I move my hands lower, across the soft expanse of her belly where our children grow and feel her thighs open until they're pressed against mine.

Aurora turns her head. Her hand reaches up to stroke my chin, fingers tracing the line of my stubbled jaw with such tenderness that something tightens in my chest.

"I love you," she whispers against my mouth, her hazel eyes reflecting the first rays of sunrise filtering through the bathroom window.

"I love you too," I breathe, my voice rough and trembling.

She captures my lips in a soft, gentle kiss that makes my heart stutter in my chest. Her tongue traces my lower lip, and I open to her without hesitation.

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