Page 171 of Filthy Promises

My inner walls clench around him as the orgasm rips through me, more intense than the first, but somehow softer, more expansive, floatier. My entire body shudders with the force of it.

Before I’ve even finished coming, Vince flips our positions again and moves me around. Now, I’m on my hands and knees, and he’s behind me, his chest pressed against my back as he enters me in one swift stroke.

I can feel the gears shifting. Love is still there, the undercurrent to all of this, but the lust that’s always defined us is rising above the tides now. Jagged and sweaty and fucking seductive.

He presses my face into the couch cushions andyes, yes,that’s what I want, I want to be owned and pinned by him, I want him to tear his pleasure out of my body by force. It’s dark to balance out the lightness. It’s everything.

Heis everything.

“I need to be deeper,” he growls in my ear. “Need to feel every inch of you. Because when I ruin that pussy with my cum, I need to know that it claims all of you there is to claim.”

In this position, he hits places inside me I didn’t know existed. I’m bent like crazy and my joints are screaming, but that just adds to it. It all makes it better.

“You’re mine,” he chants with each thrust, one hand splayed across my stomach, the other tight on the roots of my hair. “Say it back. Say it the fuck back, Rowan. Say who owns this.”

“Yes,” I sob, pushing back against him. “You. Yours. All yours.”

His pace becomes erratic, his breathing harsh against my neck. I know he’s close.

“Come inside me,” I beg. “Fill me up. Make me yours completely.”

His groan is almost animalistic. “Say my name when I come,” he demands. “I want to hear it on your lips.”

“Vincent,” I moan as his thrusts become deeper, harder. “Vince, please…”

With a final powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his body shuddering against mine as he hurtles toward the finish. “Rowan,” he gasps, my name a benediction on his lips. “My little doe.”

When I come for the last time, it’s with his name on my lips and tears on my cheeks.

When he comes, it’s the exact same way.

Afterward, he holds me close. “I never thought I could have this,” he confesses quietly. “A woman who loves me despite knowing what I am. A child. A future that’s more than just power and control.”

I turn in his arms to face him. “And now?”

His smile is soft, unguarded. “Now, I can’t imagine any other future.”

I believe him. I believe every word.

We don’t make it to the bedroom until our third round. By then, we’ve christened the couch, the kitchen counter, and the hallway wall.

Each time is different.

Each time peels away another layer of the walls between us.

As we fall onto my bed together, I realize I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life. For years, I watched him from afar, building elaborate, unspoken fantasies around a man I thought I could never have.

Now, he’s here, in my bed, in my heart, promising me forever.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, tracing lazy patterns on my bare skin as we catch our breath.

“That dreams come true. I never thought I could be this happy.” I nestle closer to him. “But I’m still a little afraid to believe it.”

He kisses my forehead. “Believe it. I’m not going anywhere.”

“What about your father? The FBI? All of it?”

“We’ll face it together.” His voice is resolute. “I meant what I said, Rowan. Nothing matters more than you and our child.”

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