Page 30 of Devious Vows

His gaze meets mine, and he must see in my face I want more because he sits up on one forearm, his lips capturing mine. His dick impales me and a sharp pain rips through my gut, knocking the breath I’d just taken out of my chest. Remy’s lips are on mine before trailing over my cheeks, soft kisses pressed along my jaw.“Respira, cuore mio.” Breathe, my heart, he whispers against my skin, his free hand sinking into my hair, thumb brushing along my tattoo. “Breathe, baby, it’ll get better.”

He sits up even further, his dick digging deeper. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, the low groan that escapes Remy’s chest causing my heart to beat irregularly against my ribs. Gripping my hips, he guides my movements, slowly moving me, each careful thrust less sharp and more pleasurable than the last. When he feels the shift in me, he lets go of my hips, letting me build our rhythm.

His inked fingers trail softly over my skin as I move, pressing into the dips of my hips, bumping along the soft valleys of my ribs, skimming the swells of my breasts in a featherlight touch that drives me wild. He’s worshiping my skin, memorizing my body with every touch and sending my heart into a pitter-pattering it has no right to be beating.

I press my hands against his chest, getting more confident, digging my fingers into his skin. He grabs my hands from him, gathering them up into one inked hand to press a kiss to my fingertips before holding them so my arms are raised above my head. His free palm grabs and squeezes one of my breasts that are bouncing in front of his face, an appreciative hum rumbling from him before he meets my downcast gaze. “Keep them up.” He gives my wrists a light squeeze, running his palm down the outside of my arm to grab my other breast.

I gather my hair up in my hands, head rolling back as Remy’s lips press against the valley between my breasts, hot hands pressing the soft mounds against his cheeks as he leaves a trail of wet kisses along my skin.

“Faster.” It’s grumbled in between the soft bite of his teeth, nipples lightly pinched with the quiet command.

I can already feel the heat of another orgasm swirling and I want nothing more than to reach that peak. So I tighten my grip in my hair, lightly tugging my own roots, and dig my toes into the blanket below, shifting my hips with a grinding roll that digs Remy’s dick deeper and rubs my clit against his hard belly.

“Fuck.” The soft whisper from Remy’s lips causes my gut to flutter, his hands dropping to help move me even faster. I drop my gaze to his face, watching him watch his dick disappear between my thighs with each thrust. His honey browns clash with my hazel eyes for only a second before he’s licking his lip and tugging my face to his with an intensity that steals the panting breaths right from my lungs. My hands fall from my hair just to be replaced by his as I grip his face in my palms, meeting his desperate kisses as we both shift into a mindless frenzy on the cusps of our releases.

The pressure building inside of me climbs and climbs, my hips thrashing mindlessly as I try to chase a feeling that seems just out of reach. The sloppy sound of him thrusting in and out of me competes with the thump of my heart, ragged moans slipping from between our joined lips. My orgasm hits suddenly, my mouth breaking from his, lungs gasping for air as I moan. Remy bites my bottom lip through my sounds, a hand on my hip forcing me to keep moving even as I feel myself turning into pleasured jelly under his touch. His teeth leave my mouth, lips shifting to bite along the column of my throat as he gives a few wild thrusts, hips pistoning sporadically as his cum sprays along my insides. I whimper at the feeling, my pussy lightly spasming.

I collapse on top of Remy, my face falling into his sweaty neck and my arms wrapped around his big shoulders as I try to catch my breath. Remy’s hands run along my back, palms lightly scraping up and down my spine. The reality of our situation crawls its way to the forefront of my brain, worming a snake of worry through my chest. I don’t have to look to know that the slick I feel coating my thighs is blood.

“They’re going to want proof of our union on the wedding night,” I finally say, my nose snuggling deeper into his skin.

It’s forbidden to do what we just did. Engaged or not.

My virginity is sacred until my wedding night.

“And they’ll get it,” his voice rumbles below me. He pulls back enough to look into my face. “I’ll take care of it.”

The confidence in his tone allows me to let my worries go, the press of his lips shaking away any lingering doubts. For now, I cast all those thoughts aside, closing my eyes as Remy runs his fingers through my hair.

My peace is short-lived, the sound of Remy’s phone ringing from the pocket of his jeans breaking the silence like the crack of lightening. With a featherlight touch, he guides me off of him, a hiss leaving my lips as I shift to the side. Reaching over, I grab the blanket we were on and cover my blood-stained thighs, watching as Remy quickly pulls on his briefs, unbothered by the blood dried to his skin. Tugging his phone from his pocket, he checks his call log, cursing when he sees the missed call.

His eyes find mine, turmoil burning in the gaze.

“Go,” I finally say, breaking the stare-off. “They can’t find you here if they come looking.”

I watch his throat work, jaw flexing for a moment before he searches the floor for his wet shirt, pulling it on over his head before he comes to me. He bends his legs, kneeling so that he can cradle my face in his palm, lips pressing to mine in a lingering kiss.

I can see in his eyes he wants to stay, so I lightly push him up, his fingers linked with mine. “Bye, Remy.”

His lips press to my palm, warm and sweet, before he lets go, not allowing himself to turn back around as he opens the door and steps out into the rain. I watch his back until he disappears beyond the tree line, heart thumping. With a soft laugh, I let myself fall backward onto the floor, wrapping myself up in my blanket.

What. Have. I. Done?

Chapter Twelve

GAVINO

My windshield wipers thump back and forth as I pull into the Esposito residence. I’d texted Beverly that I was stopping by nearly thirty minutes ago but checking my phone now, I see that I still haven’t gotten a response. Parking outside of the garage, I flick through my messages once more, pulling up her name to send her a quick “I’m here” text.

It’s a bit later than I originally planned to get here, but considering she’s usually a night owl, I doubt it matters. I’ve been out of town for a few weeks now and I honestly don’t know if I could wait to see her anyway. Looking at the rain out my window, I sigh, reaching into the back seat to grab my jacket. Shuffling it on, I open the door and step out into the pelting rain, one of my shoes dropping into a puddle as I shut my door.

Thunder rolls in the distance and I change my trajectory from the house to around the back toward the conservatory. If I know anything about Beverly, it’s that she loves a good thunderstorm, and that’s her favorite place to go during one. Picking my pace up to a jog, I almost don’t hear the other set of footsteps coming around the corner, the wind on my ears almost blocking out the sound of them on the phone.

Fuck.

Instead of rounding the corner, I step off to the side, pressing my back against the house, partially hidden by the trash cans. Remy walks past me a second later, his phone to his ear as he jogs off of the path, heading toward the tree line. I frown, watching the space he disappeared through, the rain dripping from my hood to hit my cheeks.

Why the hell did he hide his car?

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