Page 87 of Venomous Vows

“Does that still require your needs?”

And here we go…

There’s a fine line here. One that, if not crossed carefully, could sever whatever it is that Elena and I have going.

Do I want kids? It wouldn’t bother me.

Do I need them? Yes. My legacy requires heirs and for my lineage to continue on when I’m gone. It’s my responsibility.

However, it’s the literal door to the face if I force Elena to do anything. And is she worth that much? If you want to look at it from a rational perspective, I could always divorce Elena and move on. If she never changes her mind about children, I’d need to figure it out another way because I promised her I’d never take a mistress when she was with me.

And I meant it.

It’s a civil war in my head. A constant thought.

Yet, in the here and now, it’s too early to tell what’s going to become of us. And I’m not willing to chance it just yet.

“If you don’t want children, Elena…we won’t have children.”

Her blue eyes constrict a bit. “That was the deal.”

“Deal’s changed.”

“You wouldn’t change that,” she argues lightly. “Maybe that’s why you want to fuck me—” I seize her face, my palm propping her chin as I steel my eyes into hers.

“Don’t get it fucked up that I fuck you for no other reason than the fact that I want to. That I’mmeantto. You were built for me. You and your little temper tantrums and shitty-ass attitude. There’s no other woman in this world who can go toe-to-toe with me and not lose her head. You’re the only one I can stand?—”

“Sounds an awful lot like denial.”

“Or maybe it sounds like I love you, Elena. Ever think of that?”

She stills in my hold and I’d do the same thing if I wasn’t balls deep inside her and unable to retract what I just said.

I don’t know what love is. If it’s this or something else. But the warmth in my chest, when she’s near, feels pretty much like how it’s described.

The racing heart.

The flutter in your stomach.

The bated breath on the next word they’re going to say.

And the disappointment that runs rampant in your veins when they want nothing to do with you.

Elena cups the back of my head and draws me closer, pressing a soft and chastising kiss to my lips. The exact opposite of what I’m currently doing to her right now against the wall, but it soon becomes impatient and hungry.

Her tongue dives greedily between my lips and we’re a disarray of thrusts, arches, lips, tongue, and pants.

Neither of us backs down.

I don’t think either of us cares.

Because, here and now, shit shifts and mindsets change. Mine has always been on the path of Elena being mine, but her happiness and well-being over mine just took a front seat and hangs out with me on the passenger side.

I want her to be a partner, a team, and a lover.

Everything else can or will come with time. Her contentment is all I care about right now.

Elena mewls in pleasure, gripping my bicep harder with her free hand before her weight collapses onto me with my name repeating off her lips over and over again.

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