Page 107 of The Vow

Every six months…my eyes blew wide and whipped up to his.

“One bead every six months for the last thirteen and a half years, Robber.”

My jaw dropped, my pulse tripping and spilling just as messily as my thoughts. Every once in a while, I walked in on a conversation between my brothers and their team reminiscing on not only the pain of getting their dicks pierced but the recovery afterward…I knew it was a self-inflicted, short-term torture for the promise of pleasure it would bring. Except Damon had never collected.

Damon hadn’t just abstained for me. He’d tortured himself every six months. Maimed himself every six months, altering his body to prove his faithfulness. And I…I’d hated him this whole time.

Suddenly, the distance between us felt as suffocating as all the time we’d spent apart. I pushed off the wall to go to him. His cock jerked, and with a rough curse, he fisted it in his grip like he held an animal on a leash.

“Robyn,” he warned, taking a step back.

“Let me see you,” I demanded, reaching for his wrist and crashing my gaze to his. “Let me see what you did for me.”

His hand trembled underneath mine. Then with a slow hiss of hot air, his fingers loosened and pulled away, making sure to turn and clutch mine in their grasp; a warning to look but not touch.

“This is proof, Robber…of everything Ididn’tdo for you.”

Emotion collided with lust, the thought thrilling me from beginning to end. It warmed me. Made me ache. Made me want.Made me ravenous.

Leaving my hand in his, I knelt slowly in front of him, keeping my gaze in the tangle of his until my head was level with his waist. Then there was nothing that could keep my attention from his savage swollen cock. It looked divine or maybe paranormal. Or would this be what a monster’s cock would look like? Whatever the breed, the adornments made it no longer appear human.

My eyes charted a slow path over him, marking every dip and rise in the design. The beads—pearls—lined his length from base to the edge of the blunt tip in three separate columns, each consisting of seven round orbs. Then, at the base, between each of those columns were two larger pearls, making the root of him much thicker.

My mouth salivated, my teeth restraining my tongue frombreaking free to find out what those ridges would feel like in my mouth. I was probably going crazy. Who in their right mind would want to fit a cock this massive in their mouth, let alone one that had its girth accentuated by silicone speed bumps?

A bead of moisture leaked from the purpled tip, and without even thinking, I almost darted my tongue out to catch it when Damon’s warning lashed at me from above.

“Unless you want to wear my cum all over your face, Robber, I suggest you stand.” Silver eyes burrowed down to me, and Damon’s free hand palmed my neck, gently but firmly lifting me upright once more.

As I rose, my stomach bumped his tip, and his whole body recoiled at the shot of pleasure. “Fuck, Robber.” He closed his eyes, his throat pumping through the tension. He lowered his forehead to mine, breathing heavy for a second, and then pressed a hard kiss to my mouth.

Desire thrummed through me like a string about to snap.

“Please, Damon.”

Growling, he jerked back, his pupils blown wide with lust. “Get on the bed and spread your legs for me, wife.”

Wife.

It was one of the many reasons I practically tripped over myself to comply. Throwing the fur blanket onto the floor, I sat on the edge of the bed and then pushed myself back, leaving just enough room for him to fit between my splayed thighs.

“I could come just from looking at you.” He stalked toward me, bending once more to the aching center of me.

His warm breath coasted over my slickness just before the broad tips of his fingers pinched my clit, violent pleasure shooting through me.

“Damon!” I bucked, my core clenching and reeling.

“Definitely from tasting you.” His low sound ofappreciation only deepened as he licked down to my entrance, lapping every drop of desire that leaked from my pussy.

“Damon, please,” I begged and grabbed for his head—his hair, trying to tug him up my body before his magical tongue tore me apart.

“I should make you ready for me. You barely fit me back then, and now…”

Stars shimmered in the periphery of my vision, my core pulsating at the simple thought of taking his silicone-studded cock inside me.

He sucked hard on my clit, and I screamed, the pleasure shoving me right to the brink of orgasm before he pulled back, panting.

“Fuck, Robber,” he snarled and moved over me. Not just above me.But on me.

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