Page 20 of Stolen Vows

"And does that include you?”

It’s a challenge—a daring statement meant to stir up more emotion in me than I can handle. If I’m smart, I’ll shut it downbefore it can go any further. But as we stand there facing one another, I’m not sure if I have any good sense left in my system.

Because all I can think about right now is kissing her.

My hand skims up her arm, testing. I don’t want her to do this because she feels she has no choice. I want her to want me. The way she’s looking at me, I’m almost certain she does, but I’m not willing to make the first move. If she needs this, she has to show me.

"Do you really need me to answer that?” I murmur.

And, all at once, her gaze softens, and she moves herself into me, planting her lips on mine.

10

Cara

As soon as our mouths come together, it’s like the tension that has been burning between us all this time boils over in an instant.

I don’t know what I am doing. I don’t know if this is a good idea or not. But I know that the way he’s looking at me, I can’t pretend that I don’t want more. And now that I’ve tried to run, there is no more hiding from him. No more pretending.

His tongue snakes past my lips with a hungry eagerness, his hands sliding to my waist and pulling me roughly against him. He spins me around, pinning me against the kitchen counter, and I can feel the muscular pressure of his chest against mine. My breath stutters in my throat as I try to make sense of it, but I can’t. All I can think of is giving myself to him, giving myself to him in ways I have never given myself to anyone before.

"Fuck," he growls against my mouth, his teeth catching on my bottom lip as he deepens the kiss.

I have never kissed anyone like this before in my life. The way his hands are moving all over me, the way his lips sink into mine, the way his tongue explores my mouth, it’s as though he is starving for me, as though this is what he has been waiting for all along.

My chest is heaving against his, desire and confusion and lust coursing through me in a mess I can’t even begin to control, and he picks me up off the ground, lifting me onto the counter behind him and moving between my legs so he can press himself against me.

I draw in a sharp breath when I feel the hardness of his length nestled against the inside of my thigh. I have never felt a man want me like this, and it’s shocking in its newness. But just as much as that, it’s a thrill. I need this. I need him. I don’t know how far I will take this, how far I can even go without exposing my complete lack of experience, but as long as he is willing to kiss me like this, I will gift him anything he wants in return.

He slides his hand up the nape of my neck and into my hair, twisting my head to the side slightly so he can kiss greedily down the side of my neck. For the briefest moment, his teeth catch against my throat, and I am distinctly aware of how dangerous this is. This man kidnapped, for God’s sake, and here I am making out with him as though my life depends on it.

His hands move to my hips, and he slips his fingers beneath the waistband of my sweatpants to pull them down. I am wearing nothing underneath, and the sudden shock of being exposed like this draws another gasp from between my lips. He kisses me again, but this time, I can feel him grinning against my mouth, as though he is enjoying every one of my responses.

Slowly, he moves one hand between my legs as he kisses me, cupping his fingers over my wet sex for a moment, just holding them there, not quite touching me, hovering an inch or two from my folds as though waiting for me to plead with him for more.

"You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this," he murmurs as he draws back for a moment, brushing his nose against mine and gazing into my eyes. I can feel a warmth building between my legs, a warmth that I know he caused, and I squirm to the edge of the counter, trying to press his hand against my most intimate spot at last...

But then, he pulls back, his hand resting on my bare thigh once more. I let out a whimper of desperation, the desire getting the best of me. I need something to relieve it, something to turn these urges into pleasure.

And then, he sinks to his knees before me, spreading my legs and moving between them. He glances up at me, and there’s a playful glint to his eye, a smirk on his face, as he watches my jaw drop.

"I need to taste you," he tells me, as he brushes his nose along the inside of my thigh. I groan, gripping each side of the counter next to me, just doing my best to keep myself from dissolving into him. I thought that a moment like this would be nerve-wracking, that I would be too self-conscious of everything to give myself over to a man without second-guessing it. But, as he slowly kisses along the inside of my thigh and towards the arousal between my legs, all I can do is focus on the tingling sensations pulsing between my legs, and starting to build towards a release I know only he can give me.

Finally, he lands at my entrance, pausing for a moment and pulling back to admire the sight of me glistening before him. Heallows an appreciative groan to slip past his lips, and then looks up at me once more.

"You are so fucking perfect," he murmurs, his voice throaty with desire. I have never had a man talk to me like that, the filth of his words sending another shudder of desire through my system, and I whimper and try to inch my hips closer to him, even though I am aware that any more movement will send me toppling off the edge of this counter.

Finally, and with his eyes pinned to mine, he leans forward and plants his mouth against me. The sensation is intense, so intense it feels as though everything else has fallen away, leaving room for nothing but the passion of his tongue as it swirls around my most sensitive places.

I tip my head back as the pleasure begins to rush through me. It’s clear that this is far from the first time he has done something like this, but I try not to linger on all the other women he might have pleasured in this way. All that matters now is that he is intent on making me feel satisfied. As he slowly works his tongue in circles around my clit, I can tell that it is not going to be long until I get there.

I can’t take my eyes off of him. There is something so alien about the sight of him between my thighs as he seals his lips around my clit and draws it into his mouth. He applies the softest sucking pressure, but it sends shockwaves throbbing through my body. A sharp gasp snatches past my lips, and before I can stop myself, I reach down to push my hands into his hair, holding him in place, letting him know what he is doing is all I need.

He slips his hands around me, pushing me on to him even further, like he wants to gorge himself on the taste of me, like he wants nothing more than to get lost with me in this moment. Helets out a groan, the vibrations pulsing through me in an almost excruciating rush of pleasure. I am already growing close, my thighs beginning to clamp on either side of his head, demanding more, needing more...

And then, it hits me. The orgasm, when it tears through my body, is almost more than I can take, the pleasure sending my head spinning helplessly out of control. I cry out, glad for the first time that we are somewhere so distant from the rest of the world, because I know I would not have been able to contain myself, no matter how hard I tried.

My hips are rocking back against his mouth, and he doesn’t move his tongue for a moment, continuing the teasing assault on my clit until I can’t take a moment more. Gasping for air, I push him back, as my pussy aches with oversensitivity for a moment, and he rises to his feet.

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