Page 76 of Vengeful Vows

“I won’t hurt you.”

Any more than you already have?

One of our phones rings, reminding me people are expecting us, adding to the urgency.

Then everything fades except for him as he licks me and simulates lovemaking with his fingers. In and out. Again and again. Arousing me only to stop, leaving me on the edge again and again and again.

I begin to writhe as inhibition flees, and I’m hungry for an orgasm that I can’t reach.

He parts my labia and flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit. I’m within one second of the biggest and best orgasm of my life. “Nico!”

“Ask for it. Beg for it. Beg for my cock, little flower.”

“No.”The man is relentless, making me whimper as I carve my fingers into his shoulders. He’s in charge of me and my every reaction.

Need lies coiled inside me, demanding release. “Take me, Nico.”

“You’re giving yourself to me willingly?”

If it will stop this terrible sensual onslaught. “Yes.” I hold him tighter. Then I do as I swore I wouldn’t and beg. “Please, Nico.”

“You’re aroused. Ready for me.”

He’s made sure of it.

Nico is infinitely patient, unexpectedly tender as he strokes inside just a little, then pulls back out.

I adjust myself, lifting my hips off the mattress.

“Put your fingers between us. I want you to play with yourself.”

I’ve only ever masturbated in private.

But he’s now my husband, and I know he will ask for that and so much more in the years to come.

I purposefully shove aside my embarrassment and surrender to the moment.

He’s deeper and deeper.

Then a tiny pain tears through me, and he captures my mouth, distracting me.

Within seconds, the discomfort fades.

“I’m sorry for the hurt.”

But not for being the man who’s taken my virginity.

“Give me your fingers.”

When I do, he sucks them into his mouth, making them wet.

“Now play with yourself again.”

I’m afraid that I won’t get turned-on this time, but I’m wrong. He withdraws to use his mouth on me once more, masterfully making me forget the previous few moments.

“Come anytime you want, little flower.”

Once I’ve screamed out two orgasms, he takes me again. This time, I know nothing but pleasure as my motions become more and more frantic. Like earlier, I dig my heels into the mattress to offer more of myself to him.

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