Page 134 of Ruined Vows
He slides up my body and kisses my lips like I’m something holy. Shivers ran up my spine. I’ve never had a man so intent on pleasuring me. He makes love to every inch of my body.
And when I gasp his name, when I arch off the bed?—
He just groans like helikeshow messy I’m getting.
My thighs are still trembling from his mouth, and already,he’s climbing over me —eyes dark, and jaw clenched like he’s barely holding back.
He kisses me. The kiss is slow, deep, like he’s branding me.
I nip at his lips, tasting myself on them. I lick his neck and nuzzle his strong neck as his huge cock presses into me. I grind up against him like I’ve forgotten how to be embarrassed.
“Take your time,” I whisper, even though I don’t mean it.
He lets out a low, brutal chuckle before his hand slides between my thighs again.“You’re still so wet for me,” he murmurs. “You want my hard cock, Kitten? Beg.”
He kisses my breast, and his other hand plays with my nipple, pinching it just right, making me arch into him. I moan. His hand moves down my side and over my buttocks, and he cups my nub, hard.
And then he’s there. Thick. Hot. Hard.
I gasp when he grabs his enormous, veined cock. I’m gushing with anticipation. He lines the blunt head of his cock at my entrance, nudging right where I’m aching.
“Tell me what you want,” he says.
I thought needing someone, needing him, would be the end of the world. But now, I’m not so sure.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you, Wolfie. Only you.”
“I told you I’d make you mine,” he growls. He doesn’t reach for protection. And neither do I.
My heart is a hammer in my chest, but I don’t stop him. I don’twantto.
Because this—us—has never felt like a mistake.
When he pushes into my slick folds, it’s everything.
He enters me. His growl is filled with pleasure, and his hard cock pulsates inside me.
There’s no latex. No barrier. Just hot, slick friction. Skinagainst skin. He’s stretching me, his cock thick and bare, and he’s in so deep I swear I can feel him in mythroat.
I cry out—not from pain, but from howfullI feel. It’s overwhelming. It is intimate in a way I didn’t expect. A claim that makes my legs shake and my heart ache at the same time.
I’m on fire, and I’m riding a wave that will release the sexual tension that’s been building for weeks. I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into him. Pleasure wells inside me.
He’s in so deep, and I revel in it. It’s a sinful pleasure. Every inch of him inside me feels like he’s rewriting my body from the inside out.
I’ve never done this before—never let anyone have me like this. Raw. Unprotected.
But with him, it doesn’t feel reckless. It feelsright—like we were meant for each other.
He groans, low and rough, and grips my hips tighter as he pulls back—then drives back into me, hard.
And I swear I can feel himeverywhere.
His chest presses to mine, his mouth at my ear.
“Good girl,” he whispers, rocking into me. “Taking me so fucking well.”
