Page 51 of Forgotten Vows
I tensed, trying not to scowl as I pushed her skirt and panties down.
She reached for my erection tenting my pants, on the same page as me in this short-lived game of seduction I’d embarked on.
“What did they say?” I had a good guess, since several reports were coming in of Dubinin men not trusting her being here.
“That my father would see me as damaged goods for being withyou. That he wanted me to be with someone he’d choose. That Lev is a bastard no one wants around.” As she spoke, she unzipped my pants and tried to free my cock from my clothes.
Fury raced through me at her words. The mere idea of any other man having her and claiming her enraged me.
“Thank you for telling me,” I replied, helping her get the rest of my clothes off so we’d both be naked and coming together like lovers, if not yet like friends.
She stroked my dick, parting her legs to make room for me as I lay back over her.
“And know that no one else will ever have you.”
I kissed her hard, relishing the bite in her lips on mine as she growled for more. Hugging me close, she practically curled into my embrace with my dick rubbing over her pussy.
“You are mine, Raisa.”
She frowned as she stared up at me. “Just fuck me. Please. Enough talking.”
I shook my head as I lined my dick up to her wet entrance. After another intense kiss, I waited until she was looking me in the eye again. “No. You need to hear me and you need to understand. You are mine.” I sank into her slowly, earning herslow, sexy groan of pleasure as I filled her. “You have always been mine.”
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RAISA
Closing my eyes tighter didn’t block it. This pressure to cave to this one man was insurmountable.
When he talked like this, it was as if he was reaching out to my heart. Yearning like I was.
“You have been mine since that first night we met,” he growled, pulling his long, hard dick out of me slowly. The tight drag was torture, lighting up every nerve ending in my entire body. It didn’t matter how, where, or when we came together like this. Eight years ago or now. In my bed or his. Him on top or me riding him. However we clashed like this, it was a visceral, soul-crushing affection that nothing could break.
And his words made sense. I wasn’t so far gone yet in this intimacy that I couldn’t interpret his husky words.
I always had been his just as he’d been mine. We clicked and connected, and even time apart couldn’t stop this draw and magnetism.
Eight years was a long time. And it was for that long that I’d been convinced he hadn’t wanted me. That he’d cheated. That I hadn’t been the love of his life like he was mine.
“I missed you too,” I replied, straining to arch into him as he slid back inside me. Every move of his thickness stretched me, and I would never tire of the thrill of taking this man deep in my pussy. I’d never bore of the harsh friction of his hairier, hard, muscled body rubbing against mine as I welcomed him to fuck me faster.
“No.” He kissed me, ending it with a nip on my lip. “No, Raisa. I didn’t just miss you.”
He rolled, not withdrawing, until I straddled him. Impaled on his big dick as he sat with his back against the headboard, I fell into an instant rhythm of riding him. Back and forth. Digging down as I spread my legs to ensure a snugger fit. In and out. And it was perfection.
“I loved you,” he vowed as he watched my breasts bounce and sway. He licked his lips and set his hands on my hips to urge me to keep fucking him. “Iloveyou. I never stopped, and I never will.”
I frowned, wishing I could be in the right frame of mind to argue with him about that. He wasn’t playing fair, this seduction game of his. First, he disarmed me and made me lose interest in refusing to answer him. Seduced to talk, I was putty in his hands. We both knew it. Now, though, he was trying to claim these boasts of love when I wasn’t thinking straight, only feeling all of him.
“You couldn’t have loved me if you were ever with that woman and?—”
“I wasn’t.” He dug his fingers into my hips as he bucked his pelvis up. The extra push up of his dick inside me nearly made me come right then and there. “I lied, Raisa. I am not sorry I lied. I am only sorry I had to.”
“But…” I shook my head, determined not to believe him. I had to stay strong and guarded. If I let myself love him again, there would be no going back.
“I knew Konstantin would try to break us up. Or hurt one of us. And I couldn’t live with myself if any harm came to you. You never would’ve believed me if I said I was done, so I had to make it believable. To spare you from his ever finding out.”
I groaned as he added a finger to my clit, rubbing steadily to further tease me to come. Yet, I had to stop this trend of his having the last word. “That almost makes sense,” I said between panted breaths. “But nothing has changed. The rumors about my father’s death are not new. Why didn’t you come for me sooner if you missed me and wanted me back?”
