Page 112 of My Solemn Vow
I push her deeper into the bedroom and then face down against the bed. One-handed, I undo my belt and pull it from my pants. There are so many ways I could do this, but when I see Antonella’s delicate fingers fisting the sheets, I move past all the options to set this up and, with my teeth, fold the belt in half. I grasp the ends together and choke up until I’ve got just the right amount of leather in my hand, the loop ready to smack against her soft curves.
She’s shaking, but there’s no mistaking the scent of her arousal.
To give her a small taste, I run the leather over the globe of her ass. Antonella clenches instinctively.
“Relax, darling. Tensing only makes it hurt more.” I lie to her.
It’s the body’s way of lessening an impact, but after her emotional response just over twenty-four hours ago, I don’t know if she’s truly ready for more. Selfishly, I want to push her to her limits. I want it to hurt so she tells me to stop. Her asking for pain is out of character, but now I want more.
I pull my arm back, and after a single swat of the belt against her skin, I wait.
A gasp, a writhe, and a calming breath. Antonella breathes steadily again.
I raise the belt again, and then she fights. She wrenches her wrist, and I release my hold on her. “Stop.”
“Good, darling.” I praise her, dropping the belt to the floor and helping her roll to her side. “What happened?”
She shakes her head and pulls her hands up over her face. “I can’t...”
“Can’t what?” Bitter dread sinks through me as I kneel next to her on the bed.
Antonella pulls her hands off her face, and her words are stronger than anticipated. “That was too much, but if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to riot and get a toy to finis —”
I shift her onto her back, and she tries to scramble away, but I’m faster, unbuttoning my pants and opening my fly before grabbing hold of her ankle and drawing her back to me. With one hand, I restrain her, holding her leg back, and with the other, I push my pants down and kick them off.
Antonella fights, and it’s fierce until I wrangle her underneath me. Her legs are splayed out on either side of my own, and my hand is on her throat.
“I’m the wolf and you’re my prey. I’ll always take care of you. I love a good toy as much as the next man, but until we at least get a full month of marriage under our belt, the only way I want you coming is on my fingers, on my tongue, or speared on my cock.”
“And after that?” She taunts me but reaches for my neck, pulling me toward her.
“Then I’ll get more creative with how to make you scream my name.” I thrust into her.
She’s so wet, she’sbeenwet, primed and ready for me.
My balls throb as I fuck into her. She moves her hand from behind my neck and wraps it around my throat.Fighting for control, hmm?
I shift to my back, pulling her on top of me, and fuck her from beneath, taking her cunt.
“Fuck.” Antonella’s eyes roll back as she moves her head from side to side.
The motion pushes her throat into my hand, and I give it a soft squeeze.
Instinctively, she rocks her hips forward and back, taking meall on her own and pressing into my hand every time she moves forward.
I’m mesmerized watching her. Tits bouncing as she grinds against me. It isn’t until the edges of my vision go dark that I realize her hand is still on my neck. But fuck, I’m so close, and the noises she’s making grow louder with every movement. I’m loving every second.
Lust and love. They’re both four letter words for how I feel.
I thrust up into her, and the movement drives Antonella over the edge. She screams, arching up and out of my hand. She grinds and rocks her hips, meeting my thrusts. I’m on the brink, and when she looks down at me, sweat glistening on her skin, sleepy but happily well fucked, I lose control and come deep inside her.
Give her a wolf. Bite her.My wolf begs.Make her ours, keep her like this forever.
He forgets that I already have her forever. The mind-blowing sex is only a fraction of it.
Breathing heavily, I pull Antonella down next to me. My cock slips out of her and leaves me cold and disappointed. I could use her cunt as a sleeve and stay inside her warmth longer, but when she curls up against my chest, I forget all about it.
“Thank you,” Antonella murmurs. “That was so good.”
