Page 56 of Vicious Vows

I arched my back when he circled his tongue around my nipple. He shoved his pelvis forward, pushing his length between my clothed legs. My panties dampened, and his stubble scratched my skin as he slithered down my body.

He swiped his lips along my stomach and dropped to his knees in front of me. I pushed up on my elbows, locking my gaze with his as he tugged on my pants, dragging them with my panties to my ankles. I kicked out of them, flinging them to the floor with my foot.

He smoothed his hand up my leg and to my bandage-covered hip. I didn’t want to think about the scar the wound would leave. Marchello gently traced his fingers over the white covering, being careful not to put any pressure on it. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t comment.

“It doesn’t hurt,” I said.

“It shouldn’t have happened.”

“Let’s not think about it.” I fell back onto the bed and spread my legs for him. “It’s just us right now.”

He kissed my injury, carefully and tenderly. He didn’t need to blame himself. I didn’t.

“Marchello,” I moaned when he stretched my opening with his fingers and ghosted his tongue along my slit.

He wasn’t as hasty as he usually was. Instead, he took his time. He teased and tormented my clit with just the tip of his tongue, adding his fingers every few seconds. His licks and kisses propelled me into a blind ecstasy as my arousal trickled down my thighs.

The building in my core intensified, causing every muscle to constrict. The pleasure outweighed his slow assault on me. I gripped the comforter when he lifted my legs and set them on his shoulders. Scooting closer to his face, I rocked my hips forward.

“Ah…”

He slipped his hands under my backside, holding me tight against his mouth, driving his tongue deep inside me. With one last swirl, my muscles uncoiled, sending me into a hard, long orgasm that left me hot, wet, and thirsty for more.

Marchello didn’t disappoint. He lowered my legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, thrusting into me without warning.

“Fuck,” he roared as I hooked my legs around his back. “You’re so tight.”

I shifted my pelvis, keeping up with his relentless pace, but when he looked at me, something in his expression shifted. He took my face between his hands and slowed his tempo. His strokes were still strong, but they were deliberate.

Under his intense gaze, I faltered. I didn’t care if he didn’t respond the way I wanted, I had to tell him.

“Marchello,” I whispered in breathless desire. “I love you.”

Stilling inside me, he caressed my cheek as a gentle smile graced his lips, softening his profound features. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Why are you so reckless?” He pulled out of me and flipped me onto my stomach, entering me in one quick thrust.

He pushed on my back, holding me in place as he pounded into me. The tenderness of a few moments ago was replaced with powerful, wild movements. My words unleashed the darkness inside him. The sins that I couldn’t break through no matter how much I tried.

Acceptance was all I could offer him. That was all he would take from me.

“Lissia,” he moaned.

I braced myself as he shuddered against my back, emptying his hot arousal inside me, triggering another climax for me as he drove his cock into me. This time my release wasn’t as fierce. I was quiet in my pleasure. Relaxed and sated.

Was it my confession that purged me? Now that I had spoken the words that had been on my mind for weeks, maybe I wouldn’t be as impatient in my relationship with him.

He collapsed onto my back, running his hand along my leg and kissing the side of my neck. The closeness of the moment settled me. I hoped it did the same for him.

“I heard you,” he whispered.

A tear streamed down my face when I understood he was making an attempt. He just couldn’t let himself be vulnerable.

“Why don’t you want me to love you?” I asked, knowing the question could trigger him.

“Because I want you to stay alive.”

THIRTEEN

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