Page 95 of The Vow

“Fuck, Damon…” I begged, uncaring how weak I sounded. “Please.”

My hands crawled to his scalp and fisted his hair. My limbs felt like they were coming apart at the seams, stretching and breaking under the strain of desire.

“I need you to forgive me, Robber,” he growled, licking over my pulse like he could stop it from puncturing through my skin. “Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Maybe not even a week or month or year from now. But at some point…” He kissed down my neck, lower still until his lips landed on the fount of my heartbeats, knowing he had to feel the way they spilled out for him. “At some point, I need you to forgive me. But not tonight…tonight I just need you to come for me.”

A strangled sound erupted from my throat. Had I been able to form words, I would’ve forgiven him anything at that moment as long as he didn’t stop. But then his mouth closed over my breast, and I forgot about speaking because words no longer existed.

Syllables and sense were supplanted by the low, sensual sounds of hunger and ache. Of taste and temptation. Of his mouth sucking and laving at my nipple until it wasn’t stars but entire galaxies I saw spinning into existence with every flick of his dangerous tongue.

“So sensitive. So perfect.” The weathered groan that came from his mouth was almost as pleasurable as the torture it wreaked on my breast. The alternating tug of his lips and swirl of his tongue could’ve sent me over the edge if he wanted to.

The knot of ache in my stomach drew tighter. My legs squeezed and trembled on either side of his torso, trying to quell the ache between them. Desire spilled from my core, soaking through my underwear and into the fabric of my dress.

I must’ve made another sound because his lips stilled, his tongue working a slow circle around my nipple as he lowered his free hand from my ribcage down to my thigh.

Damon pushed what was left of my dress out of the wayand gripped my bare skin, sending a shudder through me that rattled all the way to my bones.

“How long I’ve dreamed of you…dreamed of having you. Of touching you. Of tasting you again.”

Oh, god.I whimpered and started to shake as his hand crawled along the inside of my thigh toward the center of all my nerves. Of all my pleasure. Of all this unbearable ache.

I was so wet, so needy, I thought my heart might give out in the span of seconds it took his fingers to reach my sex. And when they did, when they slid along my slit and pressed on the bundle of aching nerves, I cried out as the pleasure that rocketed through me was so sharp and exquisite, it bordered on pain.

“Soaked,” Damon growled, flicking his tongue over my nipple, making me buck against him, before drawing his head back and searching out my eyes.

My throat bobbed, feeling him tease along my entrance and then push the thickness of his middle finger inside me all the way to the knuckle, sending my muscles off in spasms.

“You want me so bad, Robber.”

I panted and quaked in front of his gaze, my nipples taut, my pussy drenched. There was no hiding just how right he was.

“I see your lie detector is working,” I murmured, trying to collect the messy scramble of my thoughts, but it was useless as they spilled more with every stroke of his fingers.

My hips started to rock on their own, searching to meet that delicious intrusion and clamor for more.

“This was never my lie detector, Robber,” he rasped, curling his finger into my front wall and then slowly—methodically—dragging it out.

“You said it was.” I didn’t even know why I was arguing. My voice was a breathless mess. My body churning toward anunstoppable release. “You held it up,” I added, bits and pieces of that night in the kitchen bursting into my mind.

The handsome angles of his face softened as my vision blurred when his finger sank back inside me and curled against that magical spot, the hot rush of pleasure blistering the ends of my nerves.

“I never meant my finger, Robber,” Damon drawled, the potent roughness in his voice unable to obscure the uneven curve of his lips into a wicked grin. I clutched his shoulders, fighting through the coil of pleasure his fingers tightened to understand. “I was pointing to my lips.”

My eyes flung wide, air slamming out of my lungs, but there was no time to stop him. In a fraction of a second, his palm spread over my sternum, pushing me back as his head bent between my open thighs.

I gasped as the warm rush of his exhale greeted my soaked core, and then his finger was gone and his mouth covered me.

“Damon!”

It was nothing short of miraculous the way everything else ceased to exist, the world dissolving to the single point where his mouth consumed my sex. The hunger that had claimed my mouth now became feral as he devoured my pussy.

Lips and tongue blurred into some amorphous weapon of pleasure he unleashed on my core. He licked and kissed, stroked and swirled, teasing every last inch of me until I wept with want.

“Damon,” I panted loudly, my body starting to tremble from the annihilation of his mouth.

“You’re mine, Robber,” he said and lashed his tongue over my clit so hard it made me buck. “This cunt is mine.” He buried the sentiment along with his tongue inside my core, licking me from the inside out and then swirling over my clit.

“Damon, please?—”

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