Page 64 of Cruelest Vow

His command might drive me insane. There was no way I could hold back, but I did, sucking in my breath as he brought me pleasure unlike anything before. He shifted his head back and forth, using his thumbs to tease my clit until it ached just like the rest of my body. I lost myself in the craziness of what he was doing, biting back moans until it became impossible. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he bit my inner thigh, issuing a series of husky growls.

“Come for me, baby. Come in my mouth.”

I laughed from the feeling of floating on air, the climax ripping through me, shattering my core. I was so alive, awakened from a deep sleep, gasping for air as he licked me furiously.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!”

Exhaustion tore through me, but he refused to stop, shifting one hand until he pistoned his fingers deep inside. My muscles tightened, wrapping around the thick invasion, drawing them in even deeper. Stars consumed my periphery of vision, stealing my breath as another even more powerful orgasm swept through me. This time, my screams were silent, my mind spinning out of control.

Electricity cracked in the room, swirling around us as if prepared to lock us together for all eternity. After the climax ravaged my body, I dropped my head, half laughing from the sensational feeling.

He sucked on my clit for a few seconds before rubbing his lips against my leg. Then he rose to his full height, the massive man dwarfing me. A sly smile on his face, he pressed his finger against my mouth then backed away long enough to remove the rest of his clothes.

Every muscle spasming, I would have fallen if he hadn’t wrapped his arms around me, lifting me off the floor. I cradled my knees against him, my eyes never leaving his as he walked us toward the couch, gently easing me onto the soft surface.

D’Artagnan placed one knee on the edge, leaning over and allowing his gaze to slowly fall from my face to my legs. Then he raked his fingertips down my face, his breathing labored. “I’ve waited for this day for so long.”

“Is this really happening?”

“Yes, baby girl. It is.” He crawled between my legs, slowly lowering his body until his cock was pressed against my wetness.

I slid my hand between us, easing the tip against my aching folds. He continued to take his time, planting his elbow beside my head, completely in control. And I wanted him to be. I craved his dominance, longing to obey him. It was crazy and unusual, but he’d made me feel that way from the second I’d seen him in the bar. This was the moment of surrender, giving him not only my body and soul, but my heart as well.

When he finally slipped his cock inside, I jerked up from the couch, gripping his arms so tightly that my fingers ached. The blast of vibrations matched the jetting bolts of electricity, the white-hot heat searing both of us.

He closed his eyes, letting go of his tension as he molded our two bodies together. For a few seconds, he didn’t move, and I didn’t dare to breathe. I felt the hard pulsing of his cock as he filled me, the way my muscles stretched to accommodate his wide girth exhilarating. We both wanted this to last, the special time spent together never to be forgotten.

His lips were dangerously close to mine yet not touching, driving me crazy with desire. The shimmer in his eyes was nothing more than a colorful light show, his pupils becoming dilated.

“So wet,” he murmured.

“All because of you.”

“I plan on keeping you this way.” He pulled out, driving into me again, the corners of his mouth upturning in such a way I couldn’t resist tasting him. When I crushed my mouth over his, he jerked my arms over my head, clamping our fingers together.

The kiss was passionate, an explosion of desire. I wrapped both legs around him, doing everything I could to get as close to his body as possible. The weight of him was breathtaking, leaving me in awe of his prowess and power. He was nothing like the young man I remembered, morphing into a feast for the eyes and soul, yet I felt the angry boy I’d known the before clawing at the surface. The one who demanded more out of life. But he’d given me a part of him then with his music, his kindness, and his smile.

One day, I hoped to bring that back.

If only…

As he made love to me, his cock swelled, my muscles aching as they stretched even wider. Perhaps this was the beautiful fairytale I’d sought my entire life. He never allowed my hands to leave his, the connection between us only growing. As he rolled his hips, driving into me as deep as possible, he dominated my tongue.

When he finally broke the connection, he captured my moans, pressing his forehead against mine. In the next several minutes, the only sound was our heavy breathing and his husky growls. He knew when another climax tickled my system, nipping my lower lip then lifting his head, watching me. Studying me.

As I know he’d done for days, maybe weeks, watching me from the darkness of his apartment. I should be angry with him for not telling me, but he’d proven his adoration and his need. That’s why I was prepared to give him my heart.

Every muscle spasmed as the climax roared into my system, pushing me into a dreamlike state. With his weight crushing down, the utter rapture that consumed my system was blinding.

When I finally came down from the rush, I sensed he was close. His jaw was clenched, his eyes holding more emotion than before as his entire body tensed. Everything was perfect. He was my world.

As he thrust savagely several times, I clenched my pussy muscles. Then he threw his head back, the roar he issued a release of his beast. His fingernails dug into my palms, keeping me in the perfect moment of bliss. And when he collapsed around me, all I could do was smile.

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“You said you killed for me.” I said the words without emotion, although there were several of them swirling in my mind and in my heart. I was in his arms on the couch, my head resting on his chest, a warm throw tossed over us. He had his feet resting on the table, his ankles crossed. The moment was all too… normal when our lives hadn’t been, and would be anything but.

“Yes.” He took a swig of his whiskey after issuing the single word. I’d sensed his deep and very personal reflection after we’d made love. Maybe I was embroiled in my own contemplation, attempting to decipher the truth from thousands of lies.

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