Page 91 of Captive Vows
Despite how mad I wanted to stay at him, feeling his callused, hot hand on my cheek rejuvenated me.
It sparked the memory of what it had felt like when I dreamed I was his whole world. When he acted like I was the treasure he never wanted to let go of. When he worshiped my body without any pause, taking at the same time he’d give so much.
It wasn’t love.
Yet, as I stared right back at him, I just couldn’t keep up this fight anymore.
I wanted him. I needed to feel again.
“I don’t want to miss you anymore,” I admitted.
It wasn’t an apology either, but I was too powerless to stop myself from telling him that truth. I was caving first. I was throwing in the towel and giving up resisting him. Perhaps we were both too damn prideful for our own good.
I just couldn’t hold out any longer.
“I never wanted to miss you in the first place.” His tender words matched mine, but he sealed it by leaning over to kiss me.
Both of his strong hands were on my face. Delicately framing my cheeks, holding me in place as he slanted and dipped down to kiss me soundly, he gave me the hunch that he was trying to pace himself and savor every single second of reconnecting with me like this.
Because we were. We had to. I never wanted to go back to feeling like a nobody, a reject and unworthy of affection. I couldn’t do that to myself, and I couldn’t stand for that kind of an environment to bring this baby into.
I owed him or her better. I owed both me and Luka more than stubborn fighting.
“I will never miss you again,” he promised after he parted from my mouth. Rubbing his thumb along my lower lip, he watched me closely. His words weren’t slurred, and I bet he wasn’t making this up just to get me naked and willing to help him with that erection pushing up his pants.
“Because I will never let us grow this distant again.”
Music to my ears. It was as close to a sorry as I could count on, and I’d take it.
“Me neither,” I replied, climbing to my knees to kiss him again.
He wrapped his arms around me, clutching me close. The hint of vodka changed his taste, but the possessive hunger he demonstrated was all the same. He was desperate for me, as much as I was for him as I rubbed against him. He was impatient to hold me, as greedy as I wanted to show him as I lowered my hands to unbutton his shirt.
We’d been apart for too long. Within reach but stubborn to fight, he’d been there as a temptation I couldn’t allow myself. I was feral for him. This wouldn’t be the time to take it slow and explore. Our reunion would be frantic and hurried, but that was all I was capable of. I would take faith in his commitment. We were making up, and we could take it slow next time.
I wasn’t going to torture myself with proving a point. Forgiveness was due.
Iwas also due. In four short weeks, this baby would be here, and it was with happiness that another tear leaked from my eyes. Reconciling with this mighty Mafia boss before the baby came was the miracle I’d been waiting for.
“I will never stay away again,” he vowed, leaning back to help me get his clothes off.
“I dare you to try,” I whispered in a rush, lifting my arms as he dragged my nightgown up over my head before tossing it aside.
“Oh, fuck…” He growled it, low and gritty as he cupped my breasts and gently played with my nipples.
It was too much. I needed him too badly.
“Ah!” I hissed, cringing at the sharp bite of something almost like pain.
“Tender?” he guessed playfully as he lowered to kiss over my breasts.
Moans replaced my hiss, and as he sucked and teased me, giving both of my nipples attention, I held his head close and nearly swayed with need. “I won’t last,” I warned him gently, notreally caring how he wanted to direct this make-up sex. Because it would be his call. I’d missed his dominance because of how secure it made me feel.
“I won’t either.”
“Fuck me, Luka.”
He stood up all the way as he moved his hand to rub my pussy. Back and forth, he slid his fingers to collect and smear my arousal that leaked so quickly for him.
