Page 78 of Vengeful Vows

“I’m ready,” I interrupt, squirming. “I’m wet. You s-said so yourself.”

I may have gotten away with my lie if I hadn’t stammered. Since I did, Ark curls my toes by running his thumb down the opening of my pussy before slowly pushing it inside me.

“Christ,” he murmurs again, talking through the lust curled around his throat.

“See. I told you I was ready.”

Every sentence I speak without a stutter takes a mammoth effort, but the dividends it pays are phenomenal.

In less than a nanosecond, Ark pulls his massive cock out of his trousers and lines it up with my pussy.

“Ready?”

Air hisses between my teeth when one nod sees him lurching forward and ramming into me.

He’s so profoundly seated that my cervix spasms violently and my thighs shudder.

“Yesss.”

My hands seek something to grip as my body fights not to protest the sudden intrusion. It burns taking so much of him so fast, but it also feels good.

My nails find something to clutch when Ark pulls my hands behind my back before he pins them to the kitchen cabinet. They stab into the opposite hand, and the burn their scratching causes adds to the tingles racing through my core.

With my arms used as an A-frame brace, Ark tugs me forward until my backside is suspended off the edge of the counter and my hips are free to swing.

Desire shivers through me when he says, “Open wider for me, baby. If you want me to take you hard and fast, you need to open up for me.”

My immediate compliance sees his cock sinking into me, stretching me, and making me gasp.

With one hand clamping my arms behind my back and the other supporting my hips, he thrusts into me again and again and again.

I grow slicker and hotter with every grind, and our combined moans make the humidity in my poky kitchen unbearable.

But I can’t get enough.

I grunt and groan, dying for that feeling I doubt I’ll ever experience without him. It feels too surreal to imagine it with anyone else. Too good. I can’t picture anything rating as high as the euphoria I feel when Ark makes me come.

“Oh god.” I pant through the coils retightening in my lower stomach. “You’re so deep.”

“Because I want you to take all of me.” As he slams his hips upward, his face hard with lust, the veins in his neck work overtime. “To feelallof me.”

My head falls back when I take the last inch of him. He’s fully seated now, owning and commanding every inch of my pussy.

“Mm,” I moan, the urgency of our exchange relieving.

I was worried pushing him out of his comfort zone would alter things between us.

I had no reason to fret.

The more we share, the closer we become.

I’ve never trusted a man as much as I do Ark right now, and it is proven without fault when he adjusts my position, and it removes the only exit from my view.

Panic should be slicking my skin.

Fear should be present.

They’re not.

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