Page 9 of Vows of Betrayal

And fuck me if I didn’t feel that all over my body, too.

What kind of drugs had they given me?

“Do me a favor, Stefan? Can you cough for me? Please?”

Cough?

I could do that.

I coughed—and then gagged as she pulled out whatever the hell was down my throat.

“Crap, here,” she said, handing me a few tissues. I coughed and choked as I tried to catch my breath.

But it felt like I couldn’t breathe.

Panic began to overtake me.

Again.

“Shh, Stefan. Look at me, honey. Stop. You can do this. Calm down and focus on me. Now, take a slow breath in. Like this.” Then my angel inhaled, her hands on my arms holding them down. My eyes wandered down to her chest.

And to her very large breasts. Holy fuck.

I quickly looked back into her sparkling green eyes.

“Stefan, please? Breathe with me. Slowly.”

A beeping noise pierced the silence between us. “Sheesh, hold on. Take this freaking thing off.” She ripped something off my finger and the beeping noise stopped. “Okay.” My angel looked at my lips. And I suddenly felt that right in my cock. “Inhale.” She took in a deep breath and held it. And then started to breathe out. “And exhale.” With every breath, her huge goddamn breasts moved delightfully up and down. In the position we were in right now, I could imagine her naked, riding me. Those big tits swaying in front of my face as she took her time finding her release.

“Good, Stefan. That’s so good,” she whispered to me and my cock jumped.

It fucking—jumped.

I imagined her riding me, saying, “Yes, Stefan. That’s so good,” while she moaned my name over and over again.

Fuck.

I was a fucking bastard.

Here was my angel trying to help me breathe, and all I could think about was fucking her.

“Oh, I like that, honey. Keep going,” she said—and I groaned. She needed to stop saying shit like that. I closed my eyes and willed my cock to go back down.

“Oh, no. Are you in pain? We can up your meds,” she asked, letting go of my arms. I felt the loss of her touch severely.

“No, stay,” I croaked out, not even recognizing my own crackly voice. My hand shot out and grasped her arm.

She smiled down at me again and slid her hand over mine.

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

As she stared into my eyes, there was something familiar there. Something all-knowing.

I wracked my clouded, aching head for answers. But I didn’t come up with anything.

“Do you want some water? Your voice sounds rough.”

I tried to swallow, and it felt like knives in my throat. “Yeah, please,” I rasped out and let her arm go.

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