Page 38 of Bound Vows
“I’m scared,” Maya whispers in admission. “Not of you, but of how easy it’s becoming to forget why I should resist this.”
“Then don’t resist tonight.” I lean down until my forehead touches hers, bumping my nose against hers. “Tomorrow, we play our roles for two hundred witnesses, but tonight, we can be honest about what we want.”
“And what do you want, Andrei?”
“You. All of you, willing and eager and present.” I slide my hands down to her waist. “Without all the reluctance, but with genuine desire for what we create together.”
Maya’s breath catches as I pull her closer, and when she looks up at me. Her green eyes are full of lust, drawing me in like a magnet.
When I kiss her, it’s with all the hunger I’ve restrained since our first encounter in the gym. Maya winds her arms around my neck and presses herself against me with desperate need as the kiss becomes a frenzy of dancing tongues.
Maya breaks the kiss long enough to glance around the balcony. “Someone could see us.”
“Let them watch.” I spin her around and press her back against the stone railing. “Tomorrow, you become my wife in front of everyone who matters. Tonight, I want to claim you under the stars where only we exist.”
Maya’s pupils dilate as she draws her swollen bottom lip between her teeth. When she nods, it’s with the decisiveness of someone choosing her fate rather than accepting what’s been chosen for her.
“Then take me.” She reaches for the buttons of my shirt. “But this time, I’m taking what I want, too.”
Her fingers make quick work of my shirt while I slide my hands under the silk of her nightgown, coasting along the curves and valleys of her body. When she pushes the fabric off my shoulders, I lift her onto the wide railing and step between her thighs.
“Careful, Piccola,” I warn before I kiss along the column of her throat. “If you fall, I’ll have to explain to your brother why his sister ravaged herself off the edge the night before her wedding.”
“Then you’d better hold on tight,” Maya threads her fingers through my hair and tugs my head back until we’re eye to eye, “because I plan to take you with me if I go over.”
The promise in her voice makes my cock harden painfully against my zipper. I capture her mouth in another bruising kiss while my hands work to gather her nightgown around her waist. When I discover she’s wearing nothing underneath, I groan against her lips.
“Were you planning this?” I stroke the wetness between her thighs.
“I planned to seduce you into revealing state secrets.” Maya gasps as I find her clit and circle it with varying pressure. “But this is an acceptable alternative.”
“State secrets are overrated.” I slide two fingers inside her and watch her face as her mouth drops open in a soundless scream. “Though I’d be happy to tell you anything you want to know if you keep looking at me like that.”
Maya rocks against my hand as her breathing becomes more labored. “I want to know if you plan to make me come on this balcony where half of Manhattan can see.”
“That depends on how loud you plan to be.” I add a third finger and increase the rhythm while my thumb works her clit. “Can you stay quiet while I fuck you with my hand, or will you scream loudly enough to wake the neighbors?”
“Why don’t you find out?” Maya’s challenge is breathless as she approaches the edge.
I continue the devastating rhythm until she comes undone around my fingers, her inner muscles clenching as she throwsher head back and bites her lip to muffle her cries. I nearly lose myself at the sight of Maya lost in pleasure, but I breathe as I convince myself to wait until she recovers.
“Beautiful.” I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my mouth to taste her arousal. “But we’re far from finished.”
Maya’s eyes go dark as she watches me savor her essence. “Then finish what you started.”
She reaches for my belt buckle with steady hands despite the tremors still wracking her body. When she frees my cock from my pants, I grip the railing to maintain control as she strokes me with torturous slowness.
Maya slides off the railing to kneel before me, and the sight of her on her knees wearing nothing but moonlight nearly stops my heart. When she takes me into her mouth, her wet heat and skilled tongue drive coherent thought from my mind.
“Maya,” I groan while fighting the urge to thrust deeper.
She pulls back just enough to speak. “I want to taste you when you come apart.”
Before I can respond, she takes me deeper than before, using her hands to cup and massage in ways that make me dizzy. The combination of her mouth and hands pushes me toward the edge faster than I’d like.
“Stop,” I command as I pull away from her perfect mouth. “Not yet.”
Maya rises and positions herself against the railing again with her back to me, and she bends over. “Then fuck me properly before we both lose our minds.”
