Page 42 of My Solemn Vow
Her face pales. She swallows hard, jaw setting tight, and her breaths come ragged and fast.
Acrid fear wafts off her body.God, a kiss that hot, and it’d be my luck that she’s only interested in women.My palms are sweaty, and my mouth is dry.We’ll find a way to make this work.
She wants us.My wolf reassures me.You know it. We’ve smelled her arousal.
But that’s not how any of this works. We only work if she can tell me more.
I use my thumb and forefinger to turn her face as gently as I can, despite her heavy resistance. “Darling, are you attracted to me?”
“Yes.” Antonella rakes her rich brown eyes down my chest, not because she needs to see me to confirm her attraction but because she’s unashamedly checking me out.
Apparently, I’m not the only one giving into the lust.The fragrant perfume of arousal that I thought I scented is real. And the smug wolf retreats from me.
Her single word is all the reassurance I need. It goes to my head.My wife thinks I’m attractive.
“Then it doesn’t matter which box the world puts you in.” I bring my hand to the back of her neck and pull her closer. “All that matters is the here and now. Let’s stay in this moment.”
She climbs onto my lap, and I close my legs, making it easier for her to straddle me. With her thighs spread apart, the warmth of her core presses against me and the scent of desire floats into the air. I relish the weight of her in my lap.
I turn my head and start kissing her from her collarbone to her ear. “I’m not gentle, but I’ll try for you. They’ll be expecting blood, so we’ll see what we need to do when we’re done fucking.”
She relaxes into my touch as I run my hands up her body, coming to play with her nipples. At first, I manage to play gently, teasing her, but then Antonella moans. She shifts forward into my hands, and I squeeze the little buds. I twist, testing her tolerance.
Antonella gasps, “Valor.”
My cock throbs. My name on her lips already a siren’s call.
I kiss her neck again, this time up the center column,pushing her head up away from me. Antonella’s breaths come fast and irregular. She’s stock still on my lap, breathing through whatever’s going on in her brain.
I drop one hand to her pussy, finding her wet, and when I pinch her clit, she bucks forward. “Are you fighting it, Antonella? Are you denying yourself pleasure?”
She whimpers, and I’m trying to restrain myself, but my cock is pressing against my zipper. I don’t want to wait her out. I want to be buried in her warmth. I’m not falling into lust with her. I’m deep within its grasp, and I haven’t even been inside her yet.
I roll her clit between my fingers, pinching it firmly. Antonella’s mewls are sexy, and her head tips down again as she squeezes her eyes shut.
A shiver courses through her, shifting her closer, and she sinks lower against me. Abandoning her clit, I slide my fingers to her opening. Her core is warm and her arousal coats my fingers as her breathing becomes shallow.
“Is this all for me?” I tease her, knowing it is.
Her body got wet for me with barely any prompting.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
I take that as permission. It might not have been, but it doesn’t matter. Not right now because this woman is mine. I want her, I’m married to her, and I’m about to fuck her exactly like I need, and if she’s meant to be mine, then she’ll love it too.
I roll her onto the bed, and she lies back onto her elbows as I strip the rest of the way out of my dress shirt before undoing my belt.
Antonella has her knees pressed together, and she’s openly eye fucking me. Her thighs clench as if trying to relieve her needy little cunt. I may be her first in this area, but it’s not intimidating her. No. Her heated gaze and verbal answers are confirmation that she’s attracted to me. Antonella needs me.
I pull my belt from my pants and toss it on the bed besideher. Her eyes follow the movement, but before long, they’re back on me, watching as I undo the fly and slide my pants and boxers down my legs. I’m almost painfully hard for her.
Upon approach, I grab one of her ankles and extend her leg, pushing it over and opening her before me. She’s not completely bare, just shortly trimmed, and I love it.
Antonella is self-conscious and looks away.
“I—” Her tone wobbles.
I kneel between her legs and push her up the bed a bit farther, cutting off whatever she was going to say.
