Page 68 of Of Vows and War: Special Edition
A single tear slipped down her cheek as she closed her eyes, a breath leaving her like a burden.
“I love you, Henry. I fear I always will.”
Shock did not hold me long, because no more than a moment later I was back on my knees, licking her. Readying her.
“Gods above, firefly. Please, just fuck me already. I cannot take this anymore!” she shouted.Begged.I hoped to hear her do that for years to come.
I stood upright, once more twirling my thumb to tease her entrance before dipping it in with a moan. I pumped into her mercilessly, using my other arm to wrap around her breasts and tug her off the table.
“I am going to fuck your asshole so hard you forget what life is like without the damage of me. You were right about one thing, my sweet curse. You will never stop loving me. I simply will not allow it.”
When I let her go, I freed my thumb and shoved my cock into the wet heat of her center. She bucked, but I forced her back down, gripping her beautiful golden hair. My thrusts were quick and rough, but I needed to make sure I was as soaked in her as I possibly could be so this would not hurt.
“Okay, I am going to pull out of you and then align myself. What I need you to do is set the pace. You are going to fuck my cock with your ass, understand?”
She nodded, whimpering. I lifted her just slightly higher, wanting her to be comfortable despite how irksome she was. When I pulled out of her and lined my cock up between her perfect ass cheeks, Genevieve hummed and slowly pressed into me.
Her hiss of pain scorched my ears, burning with guilt and nerves. But I would not let her see that. Not let her know how absolutely terrified I actually was of breaking her.
She set a slow pace, thrusting back ever so slightly in time with my heartbeats. When she let me sink about halfway inside of her, she stopped, panting.
“Why did you stop?” I asked, grabbing both of her hips like a lifeline. I neededmore.I neededall of her.
“I want you to finish. I want you to take this.” Her voice was breathy, full of lust and need.
“You have no idea how badly I wanted you to say that,” I muttered. Her hands lifted, gripping the side of the small table. I was cautious at first, sliding in and out of her with ease. Even so, she was a sweaty and dire mess below me. Her chants of “more” and “faster” were enough to have me fully dipping into her. Again and again I pumped, my pace growing reckless as my mind went hazy from the perfect tightness of her.
Leaning down once more, I reached up and grabbed onto her wrists, letting my mouth return to the spot by her ear. “I love you so fucking much. You are mine. Every inch of you. I will fill you so deeply that I will be a part of you. I will tie you down and refuse to let you leave. I will shatter you and use my fucking come to glue you back together. There is no escape from this—me—now.”
And then I lost all control. I stood, latching onto her sides and forcing her to meet each of my thrusts. Her cries of painful pleasure echoed off the walls of our room, mingling with the symphony of our bodies colliding. Our sweat had my grip slipping, but I needed to feel her squeeze around my cock. I needed to see my release dripping down her. I needed so much more than I thought she could possibly give but that I would take regardless.
Genevieve finished first, screaming so loudly I knew the entirety of the inn had to have heard. It was a piercing shout of my name, a simple yet otherworldly sound. One that sent me spilling into her, grunting before shouting her name right back.
For a blissful moment, there was only the two of us while we bathed in our shared pleasure as it slowly faded away.
When she caught her breath, I pulled out, watching with joy as my come did in fact drip out of her slowly. I caught some of it with my finger, tasting it before reaching around and shovingthe rest into her mouth. She hesitated at first, but then she sucked.
“My good girl. How I love you.”
***
The booths were eerie at night–a strange aura about them. Genevieve was covered in goosebumps, not even my cloak heating her enough to fight off the terrifying chill of the market after dark. But when we finally reached Olivander’s booth, we found him smiling. He stood, still just wearing that vest, waiting.
“We are here for our order,” I said, wrapping my arm around Genevieve. She had not spoken much since we had sex earlier, likely processing everything that had happened. That, and thinking of excuses for what she had admitted. No matter, I knew the truth now.
“Ah yes, let me go get it for you.” He disappeared into his small booth, not a single sound coming from within it. We remained still, waiting impatiently as we were smothered by unease.
Finally, someone did emerge, but it was not Olivander.
No, this could only be one female.
“Hello, Henry Nash and Genevieve Windsor, it is so very nice to officially meet you both. I am Nicola Salvatore.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Perdita
“No, Blue, it is not safe. The Oracle said so.” If Lian fully understood my signs, she did not act like it. Instead, she crossed her arms and faced the window in my chambers, staring at Isle Element. She wanted to talk to the princess—the mind breaker. She had been so distracted earlier that I actually won a fight.
