Page 44 of Brutal Vows

I whine as he pulls his hips away from mine, but he presses the hard planes of his chest against my pussy and wraps my legs around his ribs.

My breath hitches when he traces his tongue around the scar on my upper right abdomen. When he sheathes his teeth with his lips and nips along the line, tears clog my throat.

I haven’t told him when or how I got my scars, but the reverence in his tongue as he skims along the long crescent in the lower left quarter of my abdomen steals my breath.

He releases my wrists and yanks my pajama bottoms off my legs before bending me in half and pinning my knees against my shoulders. I snarl and fill my fists with his hair.

Feral hunger fills his eyes as he studies my pussy. Fear skitters along my spine.

Even though I encouraged this, I feel like cornered prey. He’s terrifying. Handsome. Intense.

Mine.

He seals his mouth over my entire sex.

I open my mouth on a silent scream as he consumes me. With a few ruthless swipes of his tongue, he releases the dam of pleasure within me. I clamp down in an all-consuming orgasm. No toy has ever worked me to completion so quickly. My head reels.

I suck down a breath and unclench my muscles, only to let out a pathetic squeak and lose myself in another whirlwind of pleasure as he focuses on my clit.

My insides tremble when he lifts his head and blows cool air over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“No. Stop.”

I don’t know what I’m asking for. One of my hands pulls his head closer while the other pushes him away. His diabolical smirk and glistening chin have me teetering on the edge of another release.

Sweat drips down my sides.

He pins my knees to my chest with his forearm and uses his free hand to pull back my clit hood.

The air conditioning hums. Wicked mirth glints in his grey eyes.

“Scratch me like you mean it,gattina. I deserve it for what I’m about to do to you,” he growls.

I forget how to breathe when he dips his head and blows a teasing breath over my exposed clit. He holds my gaze with his as he sticks out his tongue. With the barest flick, he strokes directly over the sensitive bundle.

Electricity zaps from my clit to my core. My thighs bunch.

His nostrils flare as he fills his lungs.

I shake my head and sink my nails into his scalp.

He blasts cool air against my oversensitive clit.

I scream and buck as my womb contracts.

The orgasm ends as quickly as it began, leaving me breathless, dizzy, and unsatisfied.

He rises, shoves his waistband down, and fits the head of his cock to my pussy.

His massive cock. My virgin pussy.

Fear squeezes my heart.

I push against his hips.

He thrusts into me. Deep. Hard.

It hurts.

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