Page 100 of Sinner's Vows

“More. Harder.”

I didn’t expect her to be ready for that, but I comply, testing her every inch until two of my fingers are lodged inside of her, my fingertips pushing against her g-spot. When I stop and just hold still, her glazed eyes brighten.

“Don’t stop,” she begs as she reaches for my hand, prompting me into action again. A beautiful pink glow spreads over her pale skin, a telltale sign of another pending orgasm. I extract my fingers and grab her hand to press a quick kiss to her palm.

“I need to taste you,” I say as I get off the bed.

Her eyes are on me, wide and desperate as she takes in my body, my rampant erection that won’t need much to go off like a rocket right now. I need to slow things down. When I reach for her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed, she struggles up in protest.

“Lie back, sweetheart, relax,” I instruct, guiding her until her butt is on the edge, her sweet wet pussy right there. As I kneel down, I hook her legs over my shoulders and start to press kisses from her knee to her inner thigh. She gasps as I lick the smooth sides of her sex, arousal already spread over her skin, every inch of her a delectable taste of her need and desire. She jolts and arches her back into the mattress, her hands desperate as they rake into my hair to hold me in check.

She’s close, so fucking close, it won’t take much.

I gently untangle her fingers from my hair. “Hold on to the bedding, Ariana.”

“Dominic—”

“Easy, sweetheart, let me take care of you.”

I slide my fingers into her body again, holding still, curving them to put pressure where she’d love it most, and then I get down to business. She’s writhing under my tongue, needing to find a rhythm to crash into orgasm, but probably also overwhelmed with each new intense sensation. When I fuck her a few times with my fingers, my tongue in her slit, then shifting so my lips close over her clit to suck, she bursts.

Her inner walls pulsate around my fingers as I feel her release drenching me, and I lap it all up, thirsty for this proof of our passion. She’s quivering all over, a fist to her mouth to stop her from screaming. I work my fingers, rubbing at that spot deep inside her, and still she comes, buckling at my hand.

When the intensity subsides, I slowly extract my hand and press a tender kiss to her mound. Her grip on the bedcovers has relaxed but left a twist in the fabric. I rise up and crawl over her,wanting to check in. She seems out of breath, but in a good way, flushed in bloom with her eyes closed and fingers still pressed to her mouth.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart, like this, I—” I catch myself from going too far. From telling her about this invasive feeling I have that is both foreign and destructive to the inner peace I’ve clawed together over years.

She opens her eyes slowly, in a daze, and then she smiles at me, and it’s as if her joy pierces straight through my heart to light up my whole being.

“That was beautiful,” she murmurs as she cups my face. “You’re beautiful.”

I dip in for a kiss to hide my emotions, and this time she traps me with hands weaving into my hair, her legs settling over my hips and hugging my erection to her body. When she pushes one shoulder, I collapse to my side and pull her close. Her hand trails over my hip, fingertips tenderly brushing over my scars, sending patches of feeling to my core.

This is dangerous. More dangerous than so many things I’ve been through. Love is not allowed. Not like this. Not with her. Tying her to me would be the worst thing I can possibly do to her. She won’t be my burden, but I will be hers, forcing her into a lifestyle few can adapt to.

“I want to try something,” she whispers between kisses.

“What do you want to try?” I’m wary she’s going to push this too far today and something will trigger her, but I need a distraction from my spiraling thoughts.

“Like this…it won’t remind me of—” She breaks off as she peels away from where I’ve cradled her. She nudges me to sit up, and I comply. “Criss cross your legs.”

I study her intently, my erection searching for the bull’s eye. She’ll have more control in this position. “I get where you’re going with this, but I’m not sure this is a good idea, Ariana.”

Uncertainty flashes across her face, and that’s the last thing I want for her. To doubt herself, to doubt me. “Ariana…”

“Help me, then?” she asks, her voice small.

“Always, but this might be too soon. I don’t want you to push yourself to do something you’re not ready for.”

“I don’t feel pushed. I feel liberated. Don’t you get it?” She stares into my eyes, tears brimming in hers. “This is so different—” She breaks off and swallows down her emotions, and when she looks at me again, our truth hits me hard as it sits shallow in her eyes. “We might not have another chance.”

And that’s going to break me. This could be our only chance to… I press kisses to her eyes, not wanting her to feel failed, for me to fail her. I lean over to where I’ve tossed some condoms to the side. I figured we wouldn’t be using them, but what my girl wants, my girl gets.

I rip open the package and roll the condom down my shaft.

“Go slowly, sweetheart,” I say as I gather her to my lap, knowing it might hurt. My fingers did prep her to some extent, but I’m not exactly made for semi-virginal pussies that haven’t had any action in over a decade. “And promise me you’ll stop if it hurts.”

“It isn’t going to hurt,” she says softly. “Because you’ll never hurt me. Nothing will ever hurt with you.”

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