Page 180 of Poison Vows

To my surprise, my wife gets to work unbuckling my trousers and then lowering my zipper as best she can.

“You want me,” I whisper hoarsely.

“This is just physical between us,” she states, still panting.

“No, this is us loving each other!”

“I don’t love you! Now fuck me!”

Frustrated by the steel I hear in her words when she says that, I press her against the bark of the tree, line my hard cock with her drenched pussy, and with my gaze fixed on her, I sink in balls deep, no holds barred.

“AHHH!” she screams.

Even though she’s wet, I’m still me. I come with a bite of pain—so she’s told me—and just a few days ago, she was still a virgin. I have to remind myself of this and tell myself to slow down as sweat beads on my forehead.

“Move,” she whispers sultrily. “Please move.”

“Baby…”

“I need this,” she moans. “Please, Emmett.”

I thrust hard and deep several times before either of us can catch a breath, and when she starts clawing my back, my name like honey dripping from her lips as I hit her favorite spot, I grow still.

“Why—”

“Look at me,” I command, feeling out of sorts by and frenzied by what she just said. The care I need to be giving her is nowhere to be found. We’re like two bunnies in heat, fueled by anger, lust, unresolved matters,and what she said…

She doesn’t love me?

I’m in pain, and she’s just tossing us away?

When she holds my gaze, lust burning in her eyes, I lean closer and take her lips in a branding kiss until we’re both gasping.

“You say you don’t love me and that you want nothing to do with me,” I seethe, thrusting deep. “I will die, that’s true, Angel, but you won’t be able to live without me.”

CHAPTER 27

Ivy

His words arelike the softest velvet, caressing my body, but I’m not prepared for the deep wounds they leave.

Before I can respond, he starts really fucking me, his dick that I can barely take thrusting deep in me over and over without giving me room to adjust or breathe or think.

Before I know it, I’m on the edge of a very dangerous cliff and I’m hanging on to the only life I’ve ever wanted to hang on to.

“Emmett, please,” I cry, but he only presses his forehead to mine, his huge, hard body holding me so close, I want to sink into his skin.

“I will die, but you, Angel, you will grieve the hardest for me.”

I almost pass out at the severity of his words.

“I’ll die, but it’ll feel like you’ve been left alone in the city of misery for a millennium without me!”

He fucks me even harder than before, fucking me with an expertise that’s both punishing and worshipping, gentle yet branding, tattooing his name in me.

I try to meet him trust for thrust, but he holds my hips in his hands, I hold on to him like never before and he screws me until I feel my own cum dripping down my thighs.

“You’re fucking poison, Ivy,” he grits out. “But do you feel this? I’m just as much in your fucking heart as you’re in mine! You love me and you’re mine!”

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