Page 30 of Vow of Vengeance
I try to deny the clenching as I feel myself growing wet. My cervix is all but rolling out the red carpet for him. It's embarrassing, and I have to wonder if he just knows that this is the thing I want most in the world. I wonder if he knew it all along, if it's part of his long con.
"You're crazy."
"You make me this way." He growls, gripping the back of my neck and tugging my hair just hard enough to force me to look up at him. I can't escape his probing gaze this way. "I've never wanted anything the way I want you, the way I want you to bear my children. I don't know why you insist on making me come up with a reason why. Why do you love coffee or the color blue? Why do you drip for me even when your brain is telling you that I'm wrong for you?"
I open my mouth, trying to come up with a response to any of it.
He doesn't give me a chance, crashing his mouth upon mine. The collision is violent and perfect, and everything I need. I breathe out the doubt, the insecurities that have me questioning why, and breathe in his need.
fifteen
Declan
SorenPalmeraskingmeto explain why I love her is like somebody asking me to explain why the sky is blue, why we need water to survive, why we exist on this rock floating around the sun. It's a fact I've accepted, just as I accepted the rest of it. Because the reason doesn't fucking matter. But maybe she doesn't know that. I loved her from the first moment I saw her, even when I wanted to ruin her. Isn't that what love is? A sister to hatred, a friend to obsession?
I pull her away by her hair because I can't possibly pull my own lips from her, growling in protest of my own actions. Her eyes are hazy, bewildered as she searches for an explanation. There is no explanation. "I fucking love you."
Her eyes widen a little and she looks like she's about to protest, so I raise a finger to her lips, silencing her. "You want answers, but I don't have them. I don't know why my heart beats unless the reason is because it's keeping me alive for you. I don't know why there's air in my lungs unless it's so that I can breathe it into you. I don't know why I exist if it isn't because I was fucking made for you, Soren Palmer. You broke through the static. Youmade me feel alive again. You made me see color in a world that's been gray for as long as I can remember."
My chest is heaving, desperate to make her understand that I can't quantify any of it. "I'm sorry that I can't give you answers, little bird, but I promise that is theonlything I can't give you. Anything else you could ever want or need is yours. My bank account, my company, my fucking heart. All I want is you... all of you."
She stares at me like I've said something insane, but all I've said is the truth. I don't regret a bit of it; just like knowing why I love her, it won't change the fact that I do. It won't make any of what I've said untrue.
"And a baby." She whispers, her voice fading a little. She clears her throat to try again. "I mean, you want a baby, too."
"As many as you'll give me." I correct her. "Or as many as I can make you give me."
She laughs, as if she thinks I'm joking.
I'm not.
"This is insane." She laughs again. "What even is this thing we're doing? Whatarewe?"
"We're inevitable." I tell her. "I don't think we need a label beyond that."
"You don't think we do, huh? Well, good, then that's what I'll tell my friends when they ask... 'Declan didn't want to give it a label'." She rolls her eyes, clearly angry with me.
I like her anger.
"My whore?" I suggest, skating my fingertips down her throat and watching the way it bobs as she swallows her anger. "My obsession?" I let my fingers turn to a collar and set it at the base of her neck, watching her dark lashes flutter. "My wife?" I let go of her hair, using that hand to brush against her thigh, slipping beneath the fabric of her dress.
She skipped the pantyhose this time... and the panties, too, it turns out. I want to say it was for me, but maybe it was because she was rushing. She didn't put on a bra, either. It's my lucky day.
Soren bites her lip to hold onto a moan as I hike her leg up with my knee, spreading her open for me. I hear the jingle of the collar as Roxy jumps down from the couch and pads away, and I'm grateful she doesn't see what I'm about to do.
I use my other knee to spread her wider, making her lose her balance so that she has to hop onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I walk her backwards, toward the window and snatch her dress over her waist, throwing it on the floor.
Pinned between me and the window, she gasps, and I don't know if it's because she's worried about someone seeing or because of how quickly I free my cock from my pants, letting them drop to the floor. I don't waste another second not being inside of her, letting her hot body pull me in eagerly.
I stay like that, buried in her. If I move, I feel like I could come apart already, but I won't let her know that. I enjoy the sweet torture of being embedded, the two of us connected with nothing else between us, her pussy pulsing around me. Fuck, the feeling is unreal.
"Which one?" I ask, stroking her throat, watching her wild eyes as she clenches me, trying to create the friction she craves.
"What?"
"Which one?" I ask again, pressing a kiss against her neck, right above my fingers.
