Page 14 of Dangerous Vows

“Don’t come until I give you permission,” he murmurs as he laps his tongue over my clit swollen with need. He sucks me to the edge of oblivion and every flick of his tongue is a euphoric kind of torture.

One hand slides up my stomach, finding my breast, and he starts massaging my nipple—the rhythm of the two is perfectly in sync with his mouth. I’m delirious, trembling, aching for release. He doesn’t stop or even slow, and it drives me wild. I’m unraveling right there in his hands.

“I’m close,” I murmur as my fingers grab his thick, dark hair. I’m pulling harder than I should, but he’s not complaining—my other hand slides down his muscular arm, feeling every ripple that exudes power beneath my touch.

He flicks his tongue over my clit, teasing me, before sliding up my body. Grabbing my wrists, he pins them above my head, then trails his fingertips down my abdomen—light, deliberate—like he’s playing me one note at a time.

My ass is on the edge of the bed as he leans over me, soft light spills into the room and casts shadows across his back. I squirm beneath him, desire surging through my veins like wildfire.

“What do you want, Amara?” He grabs his massive cock and circles it at my entrance while he keeps my arms pinned. I moan, arching off the bed. I need him to fuck me.

His lips graze my neck, and a shiver climbs my spine as he nips my earlobe. My body trembles under his touch. If he doesn’t fuck me now, I might just die.

“You,” I moan, and with that, he penetrates me slowly at first, then, seemingly lost in me, he shifts slightly before he throws his powerful body behind the next thrust.

His cock stretches me, thick and demanding. The initial burn gives way to a sweet ache, and soon, he’s moving in a rhythm that owns mecompletely. My body rocks beneath him, helpless and wanting. I writhe under him.

I want to reach out to him, needing to connect with him, but my hands are useless. My wrists are still pinned down, reminding me exactly who’s in charge. And God… I love it.

My pussy swells and quivers. I want to scream when his lips touch my nipple.

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

With one final, brutal thrust, I shatter, screaming as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. I’m breathless—stunned, as my body comes again and again.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, running his smooth fingers over my body as if committing every curve to memory. Then, he lets go of my hands and flips me over. “On your knees.”

I shift onto my hands and knees, offering myself without hesitation. He presses a firm hand to my lower back—possessive, steady—then drives into me in one hard, relentless thrust. He fills me with his enormous cock. He’s stretching me—it’s brutal and delicious, and I swear he might tear me open.

The friction is searing, my clit throbs for more. His hips thrust against me, his balls slap my ass with every thrust, and he’s so deep I gasp—half in shock, half in ecstasy.

“Come again,” he barks.

“I can’t.”

“You can, and you will,” he growls, his hand reaches around me and rings my clit. He rubs until it’s throbbing—then he pinches it, sharp and perfect.

I gasp.

I find myself drooling. I’m helpless as saliva drips onto the duvet as my body melds with his. His other arm locks around me, pulling my back tightly against his eight-pack abs until I’m one with him.

Then, I break—cresting on a wave of blinding euphoria.

He roars, his body shudders as we come together.

Then, he holds me against him as we regain our breath.

He remains inside me, hard and pulsing, for a long, breathless moment before finally sinking beside me, pulling me into his arms like I’m his and always will be.

He cuddles?

PIETRO

MARKED

She lies against me, panting. Her skin is warm against mine. Her fingertips softly dance over my chest. She’s docile now, a stark contrast to the spitfire she was minutes ago.

I trace the curve of her shoulder with the barest touch. I love the feel of her skin. It’s soft and yielding. She is unlike any woman I have ever known.

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