Page 79 of Vengeful Vows

I’m seconds from climax, and I am not the only one aware of that.

Ark takes me harder and faster. He fucks like a machine, and within minutes, I’m overwhelmed for the umpteenth time this evening.

This time, Ark falls into orgasmic bliss with me.

The squeezes of my vagina as it fights through a brutal orgasm set him off, and the heat of his cum when he releases inside me prolongs the length of my climax.

We shiver and shake as we ride the tidal wave threatening to swallow us whole until it subsides enough for me to realize not all of Ark’s tremors are from his release.

Some are from my fingertips brushing the scars on his back.

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ARKADIY

Ilet go.

I freed her hands.

And then I came when her spiral into climax saw her desperate enough to stop the unrelenting pummels of my hips with her hands.

I came while being touched.

That’s unheard of.

I’ve not once achieved that before, and I was with women not on the cusp of learning not all my abuse was nonsexual.

Jesus fucking Christ.

What is this woman doing to me?

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MARA

My throat feels hoarse when I peer down at Ark’s hips. Our eagerness means his pants and boxers are huddled around his knees, and his cock is still buried deep inside me, but try as I may, I can’t miss how the whiteness of my thumb contrasts with the pinkness of an old scar.

I didn’t notice this one earlier because Ark’s business shirt hung over his cropped but still manly pubic hairs. It isn’t as mottled as the scars on his back, but it still displays the torment a child was forced to endure against his wishes—torment I added to since I’m clearly incapable of keeping my hands to myself when blindsided by a ferocious climax.

“I’m s-so sorry.”

I snatch my hands away, mortified I broke his trust the instant he rewarded me with a snippet of it before shuffling back far enough to remove his semi-firm cock from my pussy.

“I d-didn’t mean to to-touch you without p-permission.”

Ark looks horrified, and since it doesn’t seem to have anything to do with our combined releases glistening on his cock, it doubles the gurgles of my stomach.

“I’m-I’m not on birth c-control, but I can get the m-morning after pill.” His horrid expression augments. It matches mine to a T when his cum dribbles down my thigh. “I-I’ll go get it n-now.”

I don’t get a step away before Ark snatches up my wrist and pulls me back. He doesn’t speak. He leaves the ball in my court. Again.

Sheepishly, I raise my head, aligning our eyes. He looks at me like he hates me, so you can picture my shock when he does the last thing I expect.

He kisses me senseless.

It is unmistakably possessive and makes me feel like I am the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

By the time he pulls back, I can’t remember the reason for the wetness pricking my eyes, much less the ache in my chest. There’s too much throbbing in an area several inches lower to give a little heartache an ounce of attention.

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