Page 48 of Tattooed Vow

“I’m not good for you,” he remarks.

A sad smile tugs at my lips. “Then we’re perfectly matched.”

His gaze drops to my mouth, and I feel it like a spark across my skin—hot, electric, impossible to ignore.

I set the wine glass down, heart hammering.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the other night,” I admit.

His hand reaches out, fingertips brushing my cheek. “Me either.”

The fire crackles, and my breath catches.

When he kisses me, it isn’t gentle. It’s raw and full of everything we’d tried to bury under fear, duty, and danger.

He pulls me onto his lap, my legs straddling his hips, and I sink into him like I've been holding my breath for days. His hands move over my body with aching familiarity, like he is relearning me, one touch at a time.

“You drive me crazy,” he growls against my throat.

“Good.”

Lifting my shirt, his mouth follows the path of skin he uncovered. His teeth graze my ribs. I gasp, then moan and cling to him.

Clothes come off in heated, desperate motions. The rug beneath us was soft, and the fire beside us was hot, but nothing compares to the heat between us.

He lies back on the rug, pulling me on top of him. His kisses are deep and sensual as he cups my ass and teases my pussy with his fingers.

My heart is pounding, and so is my pussy. It’s practically screaming for his cock, but I’ve suddenly become overwhelmedwith the thought of tasting him on my tongue. Pushing off of him, I lean back on my knees. Cupping his balls in my left hand, my right hand strokes his massive cock, guiding it into my mouth.

Dimitri hisses as he scoops up my hair with both hands. “Fuck,kiska…”

I suck on the head, and drops of spit run down the shaft until they make his balls slick. He slides one hand down to squeeze and pinch my breast, which makes me moan and open my mouth even more. He sinks his cock past my lips a few inches at a time until it hits the back of my throat.

“That’s a good girl,” he says. “Take it all.”

I swirl his balls in my fingertips and continue sucking on his cock until I feel it throbbing in my mouth. My tongue twists and slides over the shaft, and I keep sucking and slurping until I hear him groan.

“Look at me,kiska,” Dimitri demands, holding my hair with both hands again. “I want to see your eyes when you swallow all of my cum.”

He holds my head still and feverishly fucks my mouth. Holding onto his thighs, I keep my head steady as his cum shoots down my throat. Dimitri cries out and keeps pumping his cock until every drop is released.

His cock is still throbbing when he pulls it out of my mouth, lifts me up by my waist, and sits me on top of it. It’s pressed between my legs, nestled against my drenched pussy. Even after his release, he’s still as hard as a rock. I moan softly, desperate for him to fuck me.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, teasing me with the head.

“Yes,” I beg, “I need you in me.”

Parting my lips with his fingers, he opens my pussy, and his entire cock pushes inside me in one swift motion. I gasp at the slight burn, and my head falls back in ecstasy.

Dimitri pumps his cock slowly at first, and I dig my nails into his chest as the sweet friction sends me into a sexual frenzy.

“More,” I whimper, grinding my pussy on his cock. “Faster…please…” I want him to fill me up until I can’t think of anything else but his cock inside me. I’m writhing on top of him, trying to force him to pick up the pace. But instead, he pulls out completely, leaving me shocked and empty.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” he hisses, fire and desire burning in his eyes. “Tell me…”

“You,” I purr, leaning forward and pressing my lips to his. “My pussy belongs to you.”

“That’s right,” he rasps, sliding his tongue around my earlobe. “And don’t ever forget it.”

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