Page 89 of Poisoned Vows

And then I drop to my knees behind her, pulling the fabric of her bikini bottoms aside, and press my mouth against her dripping pussy.

She cries out, arching her back as I urge her legs wider apart with one hand, my tongue delving between her folds and inside of her, up to her clit, licking her in long strokes that leave her writhing backward against my face, her oversensitized nerves keeping her there on the knife’s edge of pleasure. I hear her moan, her hands clutching the railing, her ass grinding back onto my face as I make her come for me again with my tongue, wanting the taste of her filling my mouth as I rub my tongue over her clit, and she cries out.

I keep her swimsuit to one side as I get my cock out, stroking myself once with a firm grip as I nudge the swollen head against her entrance, pushing inside of her. She feels so fucking good, tight and hot and wet, and she moans again as I thrust hard, sinking all of myself into her in a long stroke. “Nikolai!” she cries out, and my cock throbs, hearing my name on her lips like that.

“I’m going to take your ass out here on the balcony,” I murmur in her ear, thrusting again. “Out here where everyone can hear the sounds you make. Do you want that,krolik? My big cock in your ass, filling you up with cum, making you mine in every way while anyone could look up here and see you getting fucked?”

The moan she lets out reverberates through her entire body, shuddering back against me as she writhes on my cock, and I reach to rub her clit, wanting to feel her come one more time. I love making her come, now more than ever, when I know she wants it too. “Tell me yes.” I thrust again, hard and deep. “Tell me you want me to fuck your ass. Tell me you want my cock in the only hole you haven’t let me take yet.”

Her head drops forwards, her ass grinding against me as I fuck her, and for a moment, I’m not sure that I’m going to make it long enough to come in her ass. Her clit is throbbing under my fingers, swollen and sensitive. She lets out a helpless moan as she starts to come again, shuddering against me as her back arches deeply and she cries out.

“Yes,” she breathes through the moan, letting out a small whimper as I stroke her clit again. “I want you to fuck my ass—I want you to fuck all of me. Please—”

I slip out of her, relishing the small cry that she makes when I’m no longer filling her, and I slide my fingers through her drenched pussy, using her own arousal to lube her small, tight hole as I push the head of my cock against it. “It will feel too big,” I warn her. “But you can take it. My good little rabbit. You can take my cock, Lilliana.”

She nods breathlessly. “I can take your cock,” she whispers, her ass nudging backward against me, and I feel myself throb with anticipation.

I have to go slow—excruciatingly so. She’s so tight, almosttootight, and it’s a struggle, even as wet as she is, to get my cockhead inside her ass. I push into her, spreading her open, and the shriek she lets out when my cock pops inside of her is enough to make some of the beachgoers below look up at our balcony.

I hope they can see me fucking her.

“Good girl,” I murmur, running my hand down her back. “Such a good girl. That’s just the first inch. You can take all of it.”

She gasps, breathing hard, but she nods. Her acquiescence makes me harder than ever, and I thrust forward a little more, sinking another inch into her tight ass as she cries out.

Slowly, a little at a time, I make her take all of it. She’s panting and moaning by the time I seat myself fully against her perfect ass, my fingers stroking her clit to make it easier, and I give her a moment to adjust as I throb inside of her, the tight heat so good that I know it will only be a few strokes before I fill her up.

She cries out again when I start to thrust, moaning so loudly that I can see people below fully watching us now, and that only turns me on more. Again and again, I sink inside of her, until I hear her moaning my name, feel her clit throb against my fingertips, and she screams out that she’s coming.

The orgasm is so intense it’s almost painful. My cock swells and hardens in her ass, filling her up with cum as I hear her begging for it, pleading, her own orgasm taking over until her knees nearly buckle and she’s clutching the railing, and I’m not sure I’ve ever come so hard or so much in my life. I can see it dripping out around my cock, trailing down her skin, and I can still feel it throbbing, shooting out of my cock long past when I normally would still be coming.

When I slip out of her, collapsing back on one of the lounge chairs, she doesn’t move for a moment. All I can think is how fucking gorgeous she looks, her bikini bottoms still displaced, her pussy pink and puffy and swollen, and my cum dripping out of her ass, her chest heaving as she clings to the railing and tries to catch her breath.

A moment later, she turns, coming to join me on the lounge, and she leans against my chest as she curls into my arms.

“I liked that,” she says softly, leaning up to plant a kiss on my neck. It makes my heart skip a little, hearing her say it. There was a time when she would never have admitted that she liked it, that I made her come, that she wants me to do it again. “I love you, Nikolai.”

She looks up at me as she says it, and I slide a finger under her chin, bending down to kiss her. “I love you, too,krolik.”

There was a time when it felt like I was hurting her every time I touched her. Like my lust for her was poison in her veins, killing her slowly.

But I found a way to heal her—and she healed me, too. And now I’ll get to have her forever.

Just the way I vowed I would.

Epilogue

Lilliana

It’s another month after we get back that we have our new house. We took our time choosing it, wanting it to be perfect—and it is.

The new house is everything I could have dreamed of—everything I never thought to dream of, really. It’s a massive stone mansion outside of the city, on beautifully landscaped grounds—practically an estate. The house itself is four stories, full of so many rooms I don’t know how we’re ever going to fill them, and a sunroom with a huge windowed wall so like the one in the cabin we stayed in that I ask Nikolai if we can put a heated pool and wet bar in the way there was in the cabin.

He says yes, of course. There’s not much that he doesn’t give me, if I ask for it. His reticence to get too close to me has been replaced by devotion, by love that startles me with how much he seems to be able to give—and so something that once would have felt like a curse is now something that I’m excited to share with him.

I wait until the first night in our new house, already mostly furnished by the decorators we hired and worked with, to tell him. I’m sitting at the island in the kitchen—not unlike that first night in the cabin—while he makes me dinner, and when he goes to pour me a glass of the red wine he knows I like, I shake my head.

Nikolai frowns. “Are you sure? You love—”

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