Page 228 of Filthy Promises

He laughs, but the sound transforms into a hiss when I wrap my hand around him. “God?—”

“Nope. Just me,” I correct. I start to stroke him slowly. “Though I appreciate the promotion.”

His hands fist in the sheets when I switch to using two hands on him. It’s absolutely drool-inducing to watch him like this—every reaction pure and unfiltered without the ability to see what’s coming next.

I lean down to take him in my mouth, and his whole body jerks in surprise at the first brush of my lips.

“Fuck!” One of his huge hands knots in my hair. “Rowan?—”

I hum around him and giggle when his hips buck. I could do this forever. Watching this invisible titan fall to pieces, utterly at my mercy, knowing that onlyIget this… that’s the purest drug there is.

But as much as I love teasing him, my own need is growing impossible to ignore.

“I need you inside me,” I whisper, shifting to straddle him.

His hands find my hips. “Are you sure?—”

“I’m very fucking sure.” I guide him between my legs and pause for one inhale to brace myself. Then I sink down slowly, one tantalizing inch at a time, until he fills me completely. “Oh, God?—”

The sensation is overwhelming. I pause, adjusting to the fullness, watching Vince’s face contort with pleasure and restraint.

“You feel incredible,” he murmurs. “So tight, so wet…”

I begin to move. Hands planted on his chest, nails digging into his skin. He smells like man, musky and clean, and the rasp of his body hair underneath my fingertips is turning me feral.

“I wish you could see yourself,” I tell him, rolling my hips. “You’re beautiful like this.”

“Tell me. Tell me what you see.”

“I see a man who’s given me everything,” I say, my voice breaking with emotion. “A man who’s changed his whole world for me. A man I love more than I ever thought possible.”

“Fuck, Rowan…”

“I love you, Vincent Akopov.” The words flow freely now as threads of pleasure start to wind together deep inside of me. “I love every part of you—the darkness and the light. The man you were and the man you’re becoming.”

He reaches up and tugs at the blindfold until it falls away. His eyes, when they meet mine, are blazing with an intensity that steals my breath.

“Fuck that blindfold. I need toseeyou,” he declares hoarsely. “Need to watch you come apart for me.”

His hand slides between us and finds the spot where I need him most. I cry out.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Let go, Rowan. Let me see you.”

I call his name as I climax hard enough to see stars.

Before I can recover, Vince sits up, wrapping his arms around me and changing the angle of our connection. He captures my mouth in a desperate kiss as he thrusts up into me.

“I love you,” he gasps against my lips. “More than anything. More than life.”

His movements grow erratic, and I know he’s close. I tighten around him deliberately, wanting to feel him lose control.

“Your turn. Come for me,” I whisper. “Let me feel you fill me.”

With a strangled groan, he presses his face to my chest as he comes. We cling to each other, trembling and breathless, as the aftershocks wash through us.

When we finally separate, he helps me lie back against the pillows, then stretches out languidly beside me. His hand findsmy belly, where our child has miraculously slept through the entire encounter.

“That was…” he starts, then looks up at me and grins. “… better than a foot massage.”

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