Page 104 of The Vow

His stretched pupils were as black as the night sky as they met mine. For a long second, Damon just stared at me, his fingers suddenly as light as feathers as they swirled around my breasts, up to my nipples, and then back again. Wave after wave of goose bumps marked my skin, shuttling heat down to the warm pool forming between my thighs.

“Damon,” I murmured, my voice tightening to a husk. “Promise me.”

Moving one hand to my left arm, he pulled it away from his head, bringing my hand in front of him, his thumb stroking over my wedding band.

“I can’t promise you, Robber.” His lips pressed to the ring. I didn’t know how he managed to refuse me and yet honor me in the same breath. “I can’t promise you because I would do everything stupid for you—to protect you again.”

I bit into my bottom lip, the pain masking the sudden burn in my eyes. Blinking to clear the moist fog, I watched as he kissed my knuckles and then turned my hand over, my palm splayed open for his caress.

“But I promise I’ve always been yours. Will always beyours.” He paused to kiss the very center of my hand. “And I promise I will always come back to you.”

The painful sweetness of his words couldn’t erase my fears. “And if they kill you?”

That small, devious dimple appeared at the tipped-up corner of his mouth. “People have been trying to kill me for fifteen years, Robber. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

I turned away, hating how he could be so cavalier about this. Sure, I didn’t know the extent of what he’d survived. I didn’t know every dark and hopeless place he’d escaped in the last decade and a half. And I didn’t know if knowing those things would make me feel better or worse.

“Robber…” The warm support of his knuckles lifted my chin and turned my face back to him. “They aren’t going to kill me.”

Now, I was the one who took his hand and brought it to my face.

“They better not. You’re my husband. If anyone is going to kill you, it’s going to be me.” Propping his ring finger above the rest, I took it in my mouth and sucked all the way down to the metal band at the base.

Damon tensed, his exhale releasing in a hot hiss as the hard ridge of him swelled against my stomach. “Fuck, Robber,” he growled and curled his finger into my tongue, tugging my head to his like a fish on a hook. “If you only knew how close you were.”

His finger slipped free with an audible pop, and then his mouth was on mine. One hand fisted my hair, angling my head until I swore he tasted my pulse from the inside of my throat.

God, how I’ve missed this. Missed him.

All the things I fought not to feel, the things I cursed myself for still feeling, they all sprung free like my Damon-sized dam had been torn down.

The kiss deepened until I no longer came back up for air. Heat drenched my core, wanting everything a decade and a half without this man now promised to satisfy. His expert fingers tweaked my nipple, and like there was a direct line to my core, my hips jerked against his, a sweet frisson of friction taunting my clit.

I felt the instant drop of his hand to my waist to steady me, but he wasn’t fast enough. Not before I rocked along his massive length again.

“Fuck, Robber, you’re—” He emitted a deep growl, and the next thing I knew, he was on his knees in front of me. “You’re going to kill me,” he finished, unzipping one boot and then the other, tossing them behind him with loud thuds before working my dark jeans and thong down my legs.

And then in the hottest, most uncivilized manner, Damon took my leg and lifted it onto his shoulder and then repeated the movement with the other, placing my pussy prone and weeping straight before him.

The sight of him staring at me, the ravenous look in his eyes, the feral tic of his jaw…it flooded my core even more.

He swiped his tongue over his lips, and it hit me that this was about to be an unfair fight once more.

“Damon—” I started to push myself up and reach for him, but he was faster.

I fell back with a whimper as he palmed my ass and hauled me to his mouth. The flat of his tongue spread through my folds and licked me from entrance to clit. After last night, the small bundle was so sensitive, the first ripples of an approaching orgasm began to flutter.

Panting didn’t count as breathing the way his tongue whipped pleasure through my body like he’d put it on spin cycle.

“Damon,” I pleaded this time, grasping his head. Tugging.Digging my heels into the muscle of his back to push myself closer to his sinful mouth. “Oh, god.”

He didn’t let up. Far from it. His tongue twirled and flicked over my clit, forcing me higher until he suddenly speared a finger deep inside me. Not just any finger—his ring finger. Burying it so I could feel the intrusion of the metal band of his ring. And it sent me over the edge.

My orgasm gushed out of me, drenching his finger. His tongue. His lips. His chin. I clutched his head, feeling his groan of enjoyment as he lapped up every drop, each drag like another burst of dynamite to my senses.

I didn’t even realize I’d stopped breathing until he drew back and air somersaulted into my lungs. There was something…delicious and tender about a man who continued to pleasure me first without thinking of himself, but Damon had always been like that. His hands and mouth would turn my body to Jell-O before he’d think about filling me with his cock.

But I didn’t want to wait. I didn’t want to be Jell-O. I wanted my husband. I wanted to come on my husband’s cock like I’d fantasized about for the last decade and a half, and I didn’t want to wait any longer.

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