Page 38 of Stolen Vows

"You sure you want this?”

"Yes," I whisper back as I cup his face in my hand, telling him in all the ways I am able that I mean this and I am ready for this.

It’s more than just the physical act, it’s the knowledge that I am giving myself to a man who my father hates—a man who stands opposed to everything that I have lived my entire life thinking is normal, thinking is standard. By offering my body to him in this way, I know that I am turning my back on my family.

And, after everything I’ve heard, there’s nothing in the world I want more than that. Or more than him.

He presses himself against my entrance, and I let out a slight moan as he enters me for the first time—just a few inches, slow, careful. He pauses, watching me intently, brushing the hair back from my face.

"How does it feel?”

"Different," I breathe, as I settle my hands against his shoulders. "Just... give me a second. I need to get used to it..."

"Anything you need," he breathes back, though his voice is heavy.

He holds himself there for a moment. Heat pools between my legs, just like it did when he was going down on me, only this time, more demanding, more needy. And then, I nod, breathing out slowly as my body adjusts to this new sensation. He begins to move his full length inside of me.

"How does that feel?” he asks, and I groan.

"It feels... so new... so different from your fingers..."

He brushes his lips against mine.

"Different in a good way," he corrects me, grinning slightly, and I giggle, looping my arms around him tightly.

I can tell that it is taking every bit of restraint he has not to just start fucking me fully, right then and there. All the tension, all the want that has built between us—it’s not as though we can just ignore that because I’m new to this. But soon enough, he is all the way inside of me, our bodies pressed together in the most intimate embrace I’ve ever shared with anyone in my life.

"Fuck, Cara," he growls, nose along the side of my neck, teeth catching on my ear.

I can tell from the strain in his voice that he is struggling to hold himself back, fighting to keep from giving in to the passion that is almost overwhelming him right now. It could be frightening, knowing how close he is to the edge, but instead, I find something thrilling about it—thrilling about knowing that I can push him to this point, that I can make it so impossible for him to contain himself.

"You have no idea how much you turn me on," he continues, his voice laced with a tension that speaks to how serious he is. I tighten my grip on him slightly, pulling him closer to me.

"You want me to show you?" he asks, sensing the playfulness in my movement.

I nod and as he leans down to kiss me once more, he gives me everything that he has been holding back.

Finally, slowly, carefully, he begins to move inside of me. He takes me in long, slow strokes that echo pleasure all the way through my body, the heat that has settled between my legs starting to spread out to consume every part of me. I gingerly wrap my arms around him, drawing him even closer, as the twoof us begin to fall into a pace together. I can smell the scent of him surrounding me, enveloping me, his strength filling every corner of me until I am not sure there is room for anything else in the world.

"Fuck, you feel even better than I thought," he groans.

Without thinking, I slide my ankles to his legs, taking him in even deeper. A sudden hunger rises up inside of me, and I know I am not going to be sated with just this one time. Whatever he has opened up within me, it’s demanding, it’s hungry, it’s wanting in a way I have never wanted anyone before. He presses his forehead to mine, his eyes burning into my own as we move together in perfect harmony, our bodies rising and rising to the point of no return, until...

"There it is, baby," he murmurs. "Come for me again. I want to feel you come undone around me..."

Those words push me to my release, a second wave of pleasure consuming me in a flash. When my climax hits me, it spins my vision out of control, and whatever vague semblance I had of being connected to the real world is forgotten. I cry out, and he covers my mouth with his, presumably to keep Veronica from hearing the two of us. Or maybe more men who might have tracked us here from the forest. But if there is one thing I am certain of, it is that I don’t care what might be outside of this door. As long as I have him, here, now, as I do, none of that matters.

The pleasure courses in waves from between my legs to consume every part of me, and my hands rake down his back, fruitlessly trying to pull him even closer. He holds himself there for a long moment, as though savoring the feeling of me going over the edge like this, and then, once he is satisfied that I have gottenexactly what I need, I feel him reach his own release inside of me. His manhood twitches slightly, and he lets out the most delicious growl against my neck, the vibrations of it coursing all the way through my system to make a mark on my mind for life.

He holds himself there for a long time, as though he is reluctant to draw back and admit this is over. I am still pushing against him, hardly even able to pay attention to the way that I am clutching on to him for dear life. He kisses over my neck and down my shoulders, his breathing heavy, as though he is doing everything in his power to bring himself back down to earth.

"You okay?" he asks me finally, as he swipes a strand of hair away from my face, cupping my chin in his hand with a tenderness I don’t know if I’ve ever seen before.

"Mmhmm," I breathe back, and I kiss him again.

Because, no matter how much I might try, I know I can’t communicate everything going on in my head right now with words, with something as banal as sentences I try to string together.

Sometimes, only a kiss will do.

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