Page 67 of The Vow

Damon gripped the damp fabric of my clothes so tight, I watched the muscles in his forearms tremble under the tension. If there was pain from his injuries—and there probably was—itwasn’t what made him groan. And it definitely wasn’t what made him pull me harder onto him.

“Take it, Robber. Take what you want from me,” he said—begged.“Take everything.”

I was going to resist. I’d kept a reserve of strength to stop. To pull away and leave us both on this precipice to prove I could. But his command was my undoing—my breaking.

Desire overwhelmed me, leaving no room for resistance, let alone regret.

I moved on his encouragement, moaning when his hand slid to my ass, and he manhandled me along his cock. Closing my eyes, I melted into the delicious friction, sinking fully into the depths of desperation and desire.

“God, yes.” His voice was like the slap of silk on skin, soft but stinging. A bite of heat that flung my gaze to his, ravenous for the evidence of his torture.

Even in pain, Damon looked devastating. The sheen of sweat on his brow. The taut suspension of his muscles. His soundless pants knocked against the part of my lips. The warmth of his breath driving between their seam and sinking like an anchor into my own lungs.

“That’s it, Robber,” he groaned. “God, you’re so fucking wet…what are you doing to me?”

“Ruining your pants,” I whimpered, moving faster.

The cords of his neck swelled. “Ruin them,” he ordered, pinning me down harder on his cock and dragging my willing body along his length. “Ruin my jackets. Ruin my hats. Ruin me, Robber. Fucking ruin me.”

“Damon,” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as the world started to tip.

What I was really ruining was all the walls I’d so carefully erected around me. And the way Damon wanted me only made it harder to stop. Made it harder to want anything—to doanything but close my eyes and obey. To rock until his broken body broke again because of me. For me.

“God, how I’ve missed you. The feel of my wife’s cunt riding my cock,” he growled, and the ridge against my pussy swelled larger.

God, how I missed his filthy, confident mouth. The praise and encouragement it would lather until my lust was frothing and foaming, a rabid, unstoppable ache.

In a different world where we had a different past and the possibility of a future, I would’ve stopped to remove the vestiges of our clothes and impaled myself on his straining length. The way I wanted him inside me bordered on pain. But having him inside me—letting him back in—risked the greatest agony.

I let his hands guide my hips, moving them faster, pressing them harder until I felt the first threads of my orgasm start to take hold. Another few seconds—another word from his divine mouth?—

Or the press of his thumb to my clit.

A swift inhale punctured my lungs like an invisible knife. I hadn’t even felt his hand move, and suddenly it was there, the firm screw of his finger between my legs as I rocked forward, the bolt of friction right where I needed it most.

“Damon!”I screamed. I cursed. I came.

Release launched from the depths of my core and sent me flying so fast, so far into the fugue of pleasure, I wasn’t sure I’d come back to Earth in one piece. Sparkling heat flooded my cells. My skin flushed. My body spasmed.

Pure bliss consumed me in a way I hadn’t felt…in all this time.

Slowly, Damon’s expression coagulated back into focus, revealing everything. The carnage of his longing. The threadbare hold of his restraint. The terrifying plea of his desire.

“God, you come so beautifully,” Damon groaned, his own hips trembling and his pupils blown out with desire.

I looked down at the straining fabric between my thighs, his cock still aching for release against the dark streak staining his pants.

It would be so easy to undo the buttons. To take his cock in my hand and stroke him. And then remove the rest of my clothes…filling my long-aching body with the man I desired…

Before I even realized it had moved, my hand was coasting over his chest, the hard beat of his heart thumping into my palm.

“Touch me. Let me make you come again, my beautiful wife.” His unguarded plea was corrupting my fantasy.

I stilled, and my jaw slackened, the endearment like a hand around my throat.His wife.

Moments ago, those words would’ve been knee-weakeningly hypnotic. Moments ago, they would’ve sent my body capitulating over the edge. Moments ago, I’d been so consumed with wanting him, I’d forgotten about hating him. About hurting him.About how he’d hurt me.

Oh, God.Fear grabbed my heart, and fury squeezed it tight. Being his wife had cost me everything. My trust. My safety. Part of my life for the last fifteen years.And my heart.

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