Page 7 of Vow of Vengeance
I yank her a little closer, giving her less room between my manic thrusts, and her eyes roll back. I feel her shuddering around my fingers, her walls squeezing me, and I think she's come. She must agree, because she cries out in relief, a long release of breath followed by a shudder as she drops her head against the wood a little too hard.
"You're not done singing for me, little bird." I murmur, pressing my mouth to her thigh again. Soren jumps, her knees instinctively trying to close around my head. I don't fight her this time, pulling her swollen clit into my mouth and sucking hardenough to make her scream. But I feel the way she pulses around me, the way she tries to simultaneously pull my fingers deeper into her and also force them out.
She's heaven, making the sweetest noises as I control her body. I alternate between taking my time with little nips and strokes and then sucking hard enough to make her twist away from me, desperate to escape the impending orgasm, which promises to be even stronger than the first. It's an unbelievable pleasure, having her helpless like this, knowing that she wants to escape me and also that she doesn't want me to stop. I'm stealing her surrender, her body's loyalty.
I've made her come before, sure, but this is different. This is carving her husband from her memory, reprogramming her for our mutual pleasure.
Her breaths get so rapid that I would worry if I wasn't enjoying this so much, and I almost stop at one point, thinking she's hyperventilating. But she grips my head between her hands, and when her fingertips twist in my dark hair, I take it as a sign to continue.
I'm not sure if I ever let her down from the second orgasm before I think she has a third. I've turned into a machine, willing to do this all night if it continues to get this reaction from her. Soren lost herself after the first one; I'm not even sure she's fully mentally aware as I feast on her swollen clit, alternating between abusing it with my brutal touch and fucking her with my fingers, turning her into a mess. She's sticky with sweat, her hair damp and a pool of liquid on the table beneath her ass, but I don't stop making her come for me. She just does it too beautifully, letting me control her body until it quakes.
Her body surrenders long before her mind, even despite the progress we've made together. She struggles to let go even on the second orgasm, trying to push me away just before she explodes, desperate attempts to say my name, but nothing else.
Her sounds turn from moans and gasps to screams and cries, a wild animalistic keening coming from her open mouth as she finally gives in. I imagine her sanity fracturing a bit as she shatters with the force of her third orgasm. It's a glorious sound, one I could happily hear all night, but my cock has been leaking since I felt her crushing my fingers and I can't wait any longer.
Soren's limp as I release her, not having the energy to move. It's why I lift her easily in my arms, where she hangs like a ragdoll as I tote her to the bedroom. I'd have taken her right there on the table, but I think if she hits her head on it again, she could end up concussed. Given that her brain already seems a bit fried, I decide not to do that.
I'll fuck her in a bed like a proper lover— but that doesn't mean it will be sweet or slow.
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Soren
Idon'thavetheenergy to move when he tosses me onto the bed. I feel like he just reached inside me and carved me out, taking everything I had to give and leaving me with something different. My entire body is heavy, leaden and sore and so fucking satisfied. I could close my eyes right now and sleep for a week, facedown on this mattress like a drunkard trying to fend off their latest bender.
Declan's hand on the back of my neck makes my eyes flutter open; I hadn't even realized I closed them.
"You're cute like this, Ren." He chuckles, blowing cool breath against the top of my spine and drawing a shudder from me. "I'll have to fuck the fight out of you more often. You surrender so beautifully."
I can't help smiling at the praise, feeling strangely proud of myself, though I'm not sure what for. I haven't done anything. I can't believe he went down on me. Weirder still, he seemed to like it.
I sure as fuck did.
I never would have thought it was possible to feel like this— drained in the best way. I wonder if he expects reciprocation. I don't think I could move right now if I tried, let alone suck his cock long enough to make him come. I want to, though.
"It's okay," Declan says, stroking along my spine as I feel him move over me. "I know you're exhausted. Just let me do all the work."
My eyes flutter, exhaustion pulling hard at the corners of my vision.
"Hmm?" I ask, certain I missed something Declan said to me.
He doesn't answer, his lips pressing against my shoulder blade, and I let myself drift a minute on a cloud of comfort.
My eyes fly open when I feel his intrusion pushing me apart.
Declan doesn't take it slow or ease his way in. As long as we’ve been dancing around this, there’s no point in going any slower.
He fits easily between my slippery walls, and I feel him slam against the back of me, his balls slapping my swollen clit and renewing a stirring of need in me. I moan as he fists my hair at the scalp, lifting my face out of the sheets so that it bends me back toward him, effectively cutting me in half. It makes him feel even deeper, the sore space inside of me pulsing as it tries to accommodate him.
"Fuck." I moan, biting my lip to try and stave off the arousal before it can turn into anything devastating. Another orgasm would probably kill me— I've never come more than once in a night, but I'm pretty sure Declan pried them out of me in such rapid succession that I came three or four times.
It's exhausting, but also glorious.
"Fuck, Ren, you're sogoodto me. You feel like heaven." Declan grunts, bracing one hand on the mattress next to my head. Pride flits through me again as I feel him bridge the space between us, his body conforming to mine. "I never want to stop." He laughs, and it's just unhinged enough to spark someawareness inside of me. "I'm going to live inside this pussy, Soren. It belongs to me now."
His thrusts increase, and the hand that had gripped my hair shoves me forward, releasing me from the tension of arching backwards. It's not merciful, though, as he seems determined to reach deeper, guiding me onto my knees so that my ass is exposed to him.
"Say it." He commands, gripping my thighs so hard I think they may bruise. I may turn into one giant bruise after tonight, but right now, I like how sore I feel, how freaking satisfied I am.
