Page 42 of Savage Vows

I want him to, want him to claim every part of me.

He uses my own arousal to lubricate his fingertip. Then he eases it inside me, and I whimper at the invasion. The touch is foreign, but I like it. He goes slow, letting me adjust, and then he slides in deeper, his other hand reaching up to pinch one of my nipples.

The combination of sensations is overwhelming. I’m full, stretched, and the slight pain only amplifies the pleasure.

“So tight” His gaze never leaves mine as he begins to move his finger in and out of my ass, syncing the motion with the thrusts of his tongue against my clit.

The dual sensation is incredible, and I can feel my orgasm building again, stronger this time. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. I’m close, so close …

But just as I’m about to tumble over the edge, he stops again. I let out a frustrated cry. Damn him.

“Let go, Alessia.” Matteo’s command is an insistent rumble against my heated flesh. “Grind your pussy against my mouth. Fuck my face. Take what you need.”

His words are filthy, and a part of me recoils at the explicit demand. But another part—a deeper, more primal part—aches to obey.

“Matteo, I … I can’t do this,” I protest weakly.

He looks up at me, his chin glistening with my arousal. “You can. And you will. You’re going to be my wife, Alessia. Everything between us is sacred. You will be obedient in this.”

Embarrassed beyond words, I lift my hips.

“Keep going.”

In small, needy circles, I move my hips.

“Let go,” he tells me again. “Fuck my face.”

Still, I hesitate. I’m trembling from uncertainty. What he’s demanding of me feels wrong, but it also feels so right. I’m torn, caught between modesty and the desperate need to come. And to please him.

He senses my hesitation and growls, “Do it, Alessia. Or we’re finished here.”

Matteo’s face is set in a serious line, telling me he’s deadly serious.

“I want to taste your orgasm on my tongue.”

His words make me shiver.

I take a deep breath, then another. Then I finally give in.

Holding onto his shoulders even harder, I squeeze my eyes shut, then begin to gyrate in earnest, rubbing my pussy against his mouth, fucking his face like he commanded.

He groans in approval, the sound vibrating against my clit, crashing waves of pleasure through me.

Sensing my surrender, he picks up the pace, his tongue lashing against my clit, his fingers moving in and out of my pussy and ass, claiming every part of me.

I tense, and my breaths turn into frantic little gasps. I’m so close, so very close. “Matteo …”

“Come, Alessia. Come in my mouth.”

With one final flick of his tongue, I shatter, my body convulsing as waves of intense pleasure wash over me.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, drawing out my orgasm until I’m screaming his name, my voice raw with completion.

Just as I start to come down, he crooks his fingers inside me, hitting that spot that makes me see stars, and I come again, even harder this time. He drinks it all in, his mouth never leaving my pussy, his fingers never stopping their relentless assault.

He forces me to come again and again, until I’m shaking, pleading with him to stop, insisting that I can’t take anymore. Only then does he begin to slow down, gently licking me clean as I twitch and shudder with the aftershocks of my orgasms.

When he finally pulls away, his face is flushed, and lust flares in the depths of his stunning eyes.

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