Page 15 of Forbidden Vows

“Oh dear…” My face flushes with shame and desire, two emotions only Blaze can simultaneously evoke in me. “Blaze! Stop it.”

“Stop what? This?” His smirk deepens as he leans in for another kiss, his hand grabbing the back of my waist, pulling me closer to him. His hardness grinds against me, and it sends a bolt of electricity through my body.

As our lips meet again, the world around us fades away. It's just me, him, and the raw wanting between us. His tongue dances with mine, exploring every hidden corner of my mouth, making me feel desired in a way Keith never has.

However, with every passing second, the inner turmoil intensifies. The awareness that we were stepsiblings, betraying what was once considered family bonds, clashes with the intoxicating bliss brought on by him.

Despite his words about not being my dad, he was a protective older brother and a father figure to me for the short time we lived together, which I loved.

Otherwise?

We are total opposites. He was a slob. I move the toaster so I can get the crumbs underneath when I clean my countertops.

I had to teach the man how to load a dishwasher.

He was a party boy, staying out till all hours. A big Saturday night for me was romcoms and junk food in our living room, inviting a girlfriend to a sleepover if I was feeling especially social. My friends were members of the Key Club, volunteering for school and community events in their spare time.

Blaze and his gang of roguish bad boys? They spent their nights burning down the Bronx, leaving behind a trail of girls holding candles for them like a line of glowing embers in the wake of their wildness. I didn’t date in high school; instead, I held out for my knight in shining armor to whisk me away to my white-picket-fenced castle.

Now he’s finding his way back under the loose billowing fabric of my dress. Stroking up the soft skin of my inner thigh. Just like that day in the church.

He’s massaging the gusset of my panties. I can’t help but think back to that time we lived together, to that older, protective role he played for me. I got caught up in the moment, pretending he really was my brother.

Making this moment feel so wrong, so shameful, so forbidden. My breath hitches as he presses against the most sensitive part of me. The line between pleasure and intense longing becomes blurred, his touch igniting a fire within me only he can extinguish.

The last person on this planet I should be allowing to start any fires.

"Blaze, stop," I whisper, barely above a murmur. But there's no stopping him now. He pulls my dress up further, baring more of my skin to him. He continues his exploration, dipping below the damp fabric of my panties.

He finds the heat that's been building between my legs since he first kissed me. Of course, this brings me further shame and enhances his cockiness. “One kiss and your pussy gets this wet for me?” He sucks in air between his closed-tooth smile. “I can’t tell you how turned on that makes me.” Lubing his fingers with my arousal he finds my entrance, he pushes two fingers inside me at once, my skin stretching and burning with his touch.

The feeling of his fingers inside me is both exhilarating and terrifying. It's wrong, so wrong, but it feels so right. My heart is pounding so loudly in my ears, like the rhythm of a thousand drums playing.

I try to push him away, but he holds me tight to him, his fingers stroking inside me, his lips pressing harder against mine.

The intensity of the moment is overwhelming. My mind is screaming at me to stop, to push him away, but my body is responding to his touch in ways it never did for Keith.

As his fingers continue to stroke deeper inside me, I can't help but arch against him, craving more of his touch. I know this is wrong, that we should not be doing this, but my need is stronger than my sense of morals.

"Blaze," I finally manage to break away from the kiss with a gasp, my voice ragged with arousal and shame. "We can't do this."

Ignoring my protests, he leans back slightly to look into my eyes. "Baby," he growls, his voice thick with lust, "you want this just as much as I do.”

And in this moment, I realize he is right. I do want this. Wanted him from the very first moment our lips touched.

“It’s just like that day in the church." The memory, the reality, the dream I had last night, all mingle into the heat of this moment, raising the temperature in my body to inferno levels.

The memory of our naughty sex in the back of the church, combined with the fact that I think he’s just found my g-spot, is too much. I cry out, “Oh my God!” and let go of my inhibitions, losing myself in the feeling of his fingers, his hot breath on my skin, his closeness as his big, strong body curves around mine like a protective wall of heat and muscle.

“Come on, Cleo. Come for me, baby.”

A shudder tears through me. My fingers dig into his biceps as my eyes roll, my eyes squeezing shut. The back of my head bumps the wall, and my knees weaken as the first sign of orgasm floods me with heat and light. I hold him tight as he whispers to me, “There you go, baby. Let it all go.”

I’m panting, my breaths coming in short gasps as I clench and tighten around him, giving into the climax, absorbing the shockwaves of pleasure as they tear through me. “Blaze. Oh my God.”

“I’d love to be your god.” He gives a dark chuckle, pulling his fingers from me as I collapse against the wall with a deep exhale. He presses against me, letting me feel how hard his cock is, how ready he is to sleep with me. “Let me take you to bed and you can worship me properly.”

I shake my head, trying to get hold of my emotions. “I can’t.”

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