Page 159 of Ruined Vows
Her fingers trail down my chest, over the scars, themuscles straining to stay still until she finds me and wraps her hand around me with a touch so soft it nearly breaks me.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispers. “I want to feel you. I want to feelus.”
I push into her slowly, carefully, every inch a battle not to lose myself. She gasps, her nails digging into my back, her legs wrapping around my hips, pulling me deeper, closer, until there’s no space left between us.
I move slowly at first, letting her adjust, letting her feel every inch of me, and letting me memorize the way she opens up for me, the way she trusts me with her body, her heart, and everything.
Then her hips rise to meet mine, her body pleading for more, and I give it to her.
Harder. Deeper.
She clutches me like a lifeline, moaning my name, her voice breaking, her body shattering around me.
I lose myself in her, the heat, sweetness, and raw, desperate love between us. I murmur her name against her skin, promises I can’t even form words for, only feelings, and need. I reach between us, finding the tight bundle of nerves at the center of her pussy as my hard cock strokes her until she cries out, her body clamping down on mine as she falls apart in my arms.
The feel of her shattering pulls me over the edge, too. I bury my face in her neck, groaning her name as I spill into her, giving her everything I have, everything I am. We collapse together, bodies tangled, hearts pounding in sync.
I don’t move. I don’t even think about pulling away. I hold her like I never intend to let her go. Because I don’t. I’m hers and she’s mine. Forever.
Bianca lies half on top of me, her head tucked under my chin, her hand resting over my heart.
Her breathing slows, syncing with mine. Every exhale from her lips skims my skin, branding me in a way no scarever could. I run my fingers slowly through her hair, over and over, needing the contact as much as I need the air in my lungs.
The silence between us isn’t heavy. It’s full. Full of everything we just said without words. Full of everything we just gave each other.
I tilt my head down, brushing my lips over the crown of her head. She sighs, a soft, contented sound that makes my chest ache. I tighten my arm around her, pressing her even closer. Like I can fuse her to me. Like I can make sure no one, nothing, ever takes her away.
“You’re safe now,” I murmur, the words low and rough. “I swear it, Sreco. I’ll kill anyone who even looks at you wrong.”
She lets out a soft, breathless laugh against my chest. “That sounds like you.”
I smile, a real one, and feel her smile too, small and secret and ours. I tip her chin up, making her meet my eyes.
“I mean it,” I say, voice steady. “You don’t ever have to go through anything alone again. You have me.” Her eyes shine in the dim light.
“I just want this,” she whispers. “You. Us.”
Something in me tightens, fierce, protective, and raw. I kiss her, slow and deep, pouring every promise I can’t say out loud into her mouth. When I pull back, I rest my forehead against hers.
“We’re going to build something,” I promise. “Something that lasts. Something they can’t take from us.”
Bianca nods, a tear slipping free down her cheek. I catch it with my thumb and brush it away.
“I believe you,” she says. “For the first time in a long time... I trust someone other than myself.”
I pull her closer, wrapping my body around hers, shielding her from the world. We lie there like that, tangled up in each other, whispering about stupid things—about breakfast, maybe stealing a dog someday, about placeswe want to see.
Every word stitches something broken inside me back together. Every breath she takes against me feels like a new beginning. And for the first time in my goddamn life, I don’t feel like a weapon or a soldier.
I feel like a man. Her man. And I swear by everything I am—I’ll never stop loving her. And I will keep her safe. My life ceases to exist without her.
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VUKAN
THE DREAM AND THE TRIGGER
Ihear her voice first. Soft and urgent. It continues, and I hear her say my name.
