Page 28 of Broken Vows

"I want to taste every inch of you," he says, his voice rough with desire.

Before I can respond, he's moving down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of hot kisses along my neck, across my collarbone, between my breasts. His tongue traces circles around my navel, dipping briefly inside before continuing lower. My breath catches as he settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them wider apart.

He looks up at me, his dark eyes holding mine as he places a kiss on the inside of my thigh, then another, moving slowly inward. The anticipation is almost unbearable, my hips shifting restlessly against the sheets.

"Vincent, please," I whisper, my voice breaking with need.

He smiles, a breathtaking curve of his lips that sends heat pooling between my legs. "Shhh," he murmurs, his breath teasing my sensitive flesh. "Good things come to those who wait."

His hands slide under my hips, lifting me slightly as his mouth finally,finallymakes contact where I need him most. I cry out at the first touch of his tongue, my back arching off the bed. He takes his time, exploring thoroughly, learning what makes me gasp and what makes me moan.

"I love the sounds you make. It turns me on more than anything."

When he finally focuses his attention on the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center, I'm already so close to the edge that it takes only moments before pleasure crashes over me in waves. My hands fist in the sheets, my body trembling as he teasesme through the climax, not relenting until I'm pushing at his shoulders, oversensitive and overwhelmed.

He moves back up my body, his expression smug and satisfied.

"Don't tease me," I breathe, my hips shifting toward his touch.

"But you look so fucking beautiful when you're desperate for me."

I can taste myself on his lips when he kisses me, and it ignites something primal inside me. I push against his chest, and he allows himself to be rolled onto his back, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

"My turn," I tell him, straddling his hips.

His hands come to rest on my thighs, his thumbs tracing circles on my skin. I can feel him hard beneath me, still constrained by his pants. I reach for his belt, unfastening it slowly, deliberately teasing him as he teased me. The zipper follows, and then I'm slipping my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around him, feeling him pulse against my palm.

Vincent's breath hisses between his teeth, his head pressing back into the pillows as I stroke him through the thin fabric of his underwear. I slide down his body, removing the last barriers between us before settling back across his thighs.

I take my time exploring him with my hands and mouth, learning the texture of his skin, the weight of him against my tongue.

"Fuck, yes. Just like that. You're so good at this, so fucking perfect."

I pull away, smirking. “Shhh,” I tease him. “Good things come to those who wait.”

"Cocky, aren't you?"

His hands tangle in my hair, not guiding, just connecting as I set a rhythm that has him groaning low in his throat.

"Enough," he says finally, his voice strained. He pulls me up his body, rolling us so that I'm beneath him again. "I need to be inside you."

I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him closer. "Yes," I breathe. "Now."

He positions himself at my entrance, his eyes locked with mine as he pushes inside me with one smooth thrust. We both freeze at the sensation, overwhelmed by the perfect fit, the rightness of it despite everything wrong about our situation. I feel stretched and full and complete in a way I hadn't remembered, hadn't allowed myself to remember.

"Fuck," he breathes, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. "I've thought about this every night."

"Just thinking?" I tease, rolling my hips to make him groan. "I've been dreaming about it."

The admission slips out before I can stop it, more truth than I intended to reveal. But Vincent's smile in response is worth the vulnerability—a flash of genuine pleasure in eyes that usually calculate rather than feel.

He begins to move then, each thrust slow and deliberate, designed to drive me to the edge of pleasure. I meet him motion for motion, my nails digging into his back, marking him as I did that first night. The rhythm builds between us, familiar yetnew, a dance we both remember but are rediscovering with fresh urgency.

"I want to see you," he says suddenly, rolling us again so that I'm on top, straddling him.

The new position allows him to sink even deeper inside me, hitting places that make stars burst behind my eyelids.

"Just like that. Fuck, Melinda, you're going to make me lose my mind."

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