Page 111 of Before Broken Vows
His heavy breathing causes his stomach to contract, and his abs flex with each breath. The shadows from the candle make everything look perfect.
I prop myself up on my elbows and bite my lip. He looks so good. His chiseled, hard chest. Hell, even his collarbone calls to me to kiss it.
"Shirt off. Now," he commands.
I sit up. "Yes, Sir," I say as he helps pull it up and off me.
He leans down and kisses me, wrapping his hand around my back. With one flick of his wrist, my bra instantly feels loose, and I slide it off my shoulders.
He drags his tongue down my neck and I arch into him. My nipples harden as he takes one into his mouth. His warm mouth sends waves directly between my legs, and the warm tingling pools in my lower belly. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
My eyes are closed, lost in ecstasy, when he suddenly pushes me back down onto the bed. In one quick motion, he rips off my pants and underwear. He forces my legs apart and goes right in to taste me. No gentle kisses, no working his way down, just directly to my clit.
A moan escapes my lips, and I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding his head as it moves up and down, licking every inch of me.
He's ravenous, devouring me, kissing, licking, sucking like only he can with me.
I feel an orgasm start to build and my legs tense up.
He stops and looks up at me.
"Not yet."
He sits up and kisses me. I taste myself on his lips and it almost turns me deranged with lust.
"Fuck, Stassi," he says, dragging his fingers lightly over my breasts, stomach, and thighs. "You're perfect. And every inch of this perfection is mine."
I moan at his compliments.
He sits up, straddling me, and removes his belt slowly through the loops of his pants, the sound alone making my heart pound.
"Hands up," he commands. "Give me your wrists."
I raise my arms, surrendering them without hesitation.
Because this is where I feel safest—bound beneath him, open and bare.
He wraps my wrists with his belt, tight but not painful, and then ties it to his headboard. "You tell me if anything's too much. Remember our safe word?"
Of course I do. I remember when he first asked me to establish one. I chose the city we met, and because Theo and I are so good together, he knows me so well, I've never had to use it.
"Athens, Sir."
"Good girl."
That praise hits low, right between my thighs, and my whole body arches in response.
"You've been through hell," he says, eyes sweeping over me. "You carried my child, you fought for him, you came back to me. Do you have any idea how proud that makes me?"
My chest tightens. I wasn't expecting tenderness. Not like this.
"I didn't know if I'd be strong enough."
"You were. You are." His hand grips my jaw. "And now I get to worship you. Just like this. My girl, in my bed, wearing what lets the world know you're mine forever."
Then he leans down, brushing his lips over my nipple, then sucking it between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make me arch.
I gasp. "Theo…"
