Page 135 of Ruined Vows
Every thrust is a promise he’s not saying out loud, that I’m his. And that he’s not giving me back.
My fingers claw at his shoulders, my mouth open with breathless moans, and he keeps going—deep, rough, and relentless.
No mercy. No apology. Justhim, filling me like he’s waited too long to go slow.
“You feel that?” he growls, hips grinding into mine. “That’s what you’ve been begging for.”
I nod, dizzy with him. He grabs my jaw, forcing my eyes open. “Say you’re mine.”
I moan and I’m lost.
“Say you’re mine, Princess.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper as I writhe under him.
Then, he kisses me like he’s sealing it in blood. His body is still pressed against mine, his breath is heavy at my ear, his heartbeat hammering where his chest meets mine.
It’s the only sound in the room.
That, and the way I’m still trying to remember how to breathe as he moves inside me. He’s so deep I don’t know where he ends and I begin.
He thrusts with deliberate intent, like he's savoring the claim. My mouth parts, a moan half-caught in my throat, because everything feels too much and not enough all at once. I cling to him. Our bodies are one, as if we were meant to be, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
He thrusts into me again and again. I’m greedy for more. I arch my hips as his length fills me.
“Come for me,” he murmurs.
I’m not sure if I can. Then, as if he read my mind, he says, “Come like a good girl. I want to hear my name when you come.”
I’m delirious. I climb, higher and higher. Goosebumps pepper my skin, my eyes mist, and then I shatter. I scream his name and have the most intense orgasm of my life. My nails dig into him, and I pant. Yes, pant.
“You’re not done yet,” he murmurs.
He wants more?
Of course he does.
The man is insatiable. He pulls out and flips me effortlessly, like I weigh nothing. I’m on all fours, panting. I don’t even know if it’s possible to come again. I’ve lost count.
The air is thick around us, smelling of sex. My skin is still tingling from the last wave of pleasure. He places his hand low on my back, holding me in place as he penetrates me. It’s a silent command. The kind of hold that tells me he’s in control.
He places his hand on my lower back and pulls my buttocks close to his engorged cock, which penetrates me. Hethrusts into me, slowly at first, and pleasure consumes me. It’s intense, raw, and intimate.
He pounds into me, each thrust sending me closer to the edge. I find myself in a tantric state, and saliva drips from my mouth.
Then, he cups my breast, making the nipples hard. Each touch is a promise, and God help me, I want to collect them all.
He fucks me hard, my hands fist the sheets. His other hand snakes around my waist, and he massages my clit. Drool drops from my mouth.
“You take me so well,” he murmurs.
The man is insatiable. Ruthless. And right now,mine.
His pace builds deeper, and he pumps me harder until I can’t think or breathe. Until I can onlyfeel,both hands grip my hips now, his nails dig into me, just enough pain to tell me I belong to him, because I do, and when he drives into me again, chasing every piece of me I’ve ever tried to hide.
I let him. Because with him? I don’t want to hide anymore. I barely have time to catch my breath between waves of sublime pleasure, and suddenly, I am on the verge of climaxing.
His hand smooths down my thigh, then curls under it, pulling me closer, even though we’re already one. I feel him—still inside me.
