Page 99 of Vows We Never Made
There’s nothing left in his soul but thirst.
Baring his teeth, he pounds me harder, tracing another tantalizing circle around my clit.
Oh, oh, I’m barely holding on, I can’t—
“Ethan!”
Screaming. His name barely sounds coherent on my lips.
“Fuckingnow!” he snarls, and I break apart.
White-hot pleasure strikes so fast it’s blinding, bordering on pain.
Overwhelming.
Intense.
Too much, too much, but exactly enough.
I am disembodied.
Floating.
And I hit the ceiling and shatter into a thousand pieces as his hips piston, and with a roar, he finishes deep inside me.
Even through the latex, I swear I canfeelhim coming.
When it’s over an eternity later, we collapse on the bed together. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight against his chest. It’s all I can do to keep breathing, feeling him, knowing he’s real.
But Ethan is so patient, and his massive shield of a body curls around mine in a way that makes me feel safe.
My last thought before I drift off to sleep is the fact that sex is ruined with anyone else.
I wish it ended there.
By the time this arrangement ends, what if he’s ruined me for love?
I wakeup alone in his enormous white bed.
The sheets still smell like him—likeus—and he must have draped the duvet over my naked body before he left.
I’m sore everywhere.
Good sore, I think, or whatwouldbe good if my anxiety didn’t instantly mule-kick me in the gut.
I just slept with Ethan Blackthorn.
My fake fiancé.
The man I’m going to marry purely so he can get his inheritance.
The man who bought me a bookstore and who’spayingme to marry him to shut up, look pretty, and play Cinderella for a few months.
That’s the guy I just had a whole thing with.
The best sex of my life with a mister I can’t ever have for real. Also, my best friend’sbrother.
Oh my God.
