Page 136 of Ruined Vows
Stillthere. Filling me, his cock strokes me, and shivers ripple up my spine. I can’t stand it anymore.
“Please, let me come,” I beg.
I’m left gasping for air, not because he choked me, but because making love to him is that intense.
“Come for me, Kitten,” he murmurs.
He’s buried himself in me so deep I don’t know where I end, but when I come this time, it’s with his name on my tongue.
“Vukan,” I moan. His hand tightens on my neck, applyingpressure as another orgasm rips through me. He comes with me this time, letting out a low growl.
He’s got my heart in his hand. I’m physically weak, shot. My arms are noodles, and I can’t move my legs. To say he fucked me into the sweetest oblivion is an understatement.
When he finally pulls out, he’s slow and careful, and damn, he’s still hard. I shiver at the loss of him inside me.
He shifts slightly, rolling to his side and pulling me to him, wrapping his arms around me like I’m worth keeping. He brushes hair back from my face with fingers that were ruthless only minutes ago. Now they’re gentle and tender.
He cuddles?
“You okay?” he asks, voice low and gruff.
I nod, but it’s not enough. I touch his jaw, lightly dragging my nails down the stubble.
“I’m more than okay,” I murmur weakly, totally satiated.
He watches me for a long moment. He’s not smiling, and there’s no smirk. It’s just that look—the one he wears when he’s cataloging every breath I take, and every shift in my expression, like he needs to learn it by heart.
“You ruined me, you know,” I whisper.
His brow lifts slightly. “I haven’t even started.”
I should laugh, but I don’t because part of me believes him. And the other partwantshim to.
I let myself melt into him, cheek pressed to his skin, eyes drifting shut. For the first time in what feels like forever, I don’t feel hunted. I don’t feel like prey.
I feel claimed. I’m safe and wanted. I’m revered by this incredible man who knew what this would feel like.
His lips brush the top of my head. “You sleep here tonight,” he murmurs. “Tomorrow too. After that… we’ll see if I ever let you leave.”
And I don’t tell him, I’m not sure I want to.
The mansion isn’twhat I had envisioned. Last night was all about us and making love all night. I have to admit I’m a bit sore. But today, I want to see the house.
The first thing I notice isn’t the house. It’s an animal, a scruffy, reddish dog, that heads toward me, tail wagging. I feel his eyes on me, and I blink. The gait of the dog, the long tail, and the color…. It’s familiar.
Meatball! He runs to me. My heart thumps in my chest. I bend to a knee and pet the dog I know very well. His tail is wagging faster now, and I hug him to me. He licks my face and nuzzles my neck.
He rescued Meatball?
I glance up at Vukan, and even his eyes are smiling. I’m ready to burst into tears.
“You adopted Meatball?”
“Someone had to. Look at him, he’s happy. He said he hated the shelter.” He shrugs. “What can I say? I know how he feels.”
“Hello Meatball,” I coo. “You’re such a good boy.” I hug him to me again, and he jumps into my lap, causing me to fall on my butt, but I don’t care. He licks my face profusely, and I laugh.
It’s as if we were all meant to be together.
