Page 31 of Vow to Protect
For a split second, her eyes break away. I jerk in the reprieve, tricking myself into believing this isn’t real. A bolt of lightning cracks in my chest. I breathe into the movement, biting my bottom lip.
When she meets my hooded eyes, her pupils extinguish the forest in a veil of darkness. She runs her tongue over the seam of her top lip like she’s licking the length of my dick.
Black stars.
Balls tight.
Back rigid.
Bursts of creamy cum catapults in spurts.
A guttural groan rips from my throat. Boiling hot blood pumps at speed. I growl at the best fucking release I’ve had in a long time.
“Let me lick it off.” Raen jolts to a stand again, breathy and naked, and in my direct line of sight.
I freeze. Head thumping. Heart racing. Mind lucid. One lick. I push up from the chair and practically stagger to her. This woman will break me into a million pieces if I let her.
“Sit,” I hiss.
Raen obeys and looks up at me with a searching inquisitiveness. She hums in the back of her throat. That simple sound destroys my limitations.
“Only your tongue. Nothing else.” I brace when she bends, expecting her wicked tongue to sting with deception. It doesn’t. It burns with bliss.
Long drags clean and lap the fluid from my thigh. Her eyes flick up, black lashes bat slowly, and she pants with an urgency of her own. My rules snap in two. I palm her shoulder and push her back onto the bed where she falls onto bound hands.
I’m on a mission to take and taste, not to own or claim, but to reward her with the same satisfaction. A physical distraction. Nothing more. Only once. Just Raen.
“Do you want me to touch you?” I can barely breath as hot blood gushes around my body. She nods. “Say it. I need to hear your words.”
“Yes. Do it.”
Without delay, panties are torn with a primal tear and thighs nudged open. Her excitement breeds a full body quiver and musk. A sexy scent of arousal serves to gratify my hungry mood. It’s been an age since I’ve devoured a female. I want to believe I can do this, but the wounds in my heart nip when she whispers my name. I don’t detest her accent; I fucking immerse in it. She doesn’t repel me; she engulfs me.
It's Raen’s turn to lose herself in the madness. I’ve had my share. I bury my nose in her folds and growl when a desperate moan bubbles free at the exact moment my teeth graze. Wild groans snuff out the doubt in my mind, replacing cherished memories of Syrah with a shocking mania for the woman I’m kneeling before.
A faint flavour of buttercream compliments her essence. It’s new. It’s delicious. It’s enslaving.
Hips thrust, urging me to slip a finger inside her heat. One, then two, pulsing in and out while my tongue flickers and flicks.
“That’s it. Right there,” she gasps, arching her back. “Oh shit, Brett. Don’t stop.”
Her plea stirs my dick to stone. The rush of her climax comes quick, confusing my mind in the fog. I could fuck her once. Take her hard. Punish her for tempting me.
The movements of my fingers make her body quake. I grunt uncontrollably as her walls clamp around my fingers. That sensation alone slaps me into the moment, breaks through the dark lust and slams me sideways.
She’s panting, kissed with a shade of vibrant pink from her tits to her lips. As her high subsides, long lashes blink open. Forest green glistens with specks of gold like the leaves have quickly turned.
Guilt crashes down hard when I realise what I’ve done. “Are you okay?” I ask in a rush, gathering my joggers from the floor.
“Yes,” she replies, rolling onto her hip.
I stretch into my t-shirt and hold my breath, counting back from ten. When I reach the last number, I drag a palm down my face, keeping my back to her.
I’m a fucking bastard.
“Can you untie me, please?” Raen’s request aches in my skull. I have to turn around. I have to face her. I have to accept my rash decision to betray Syrah's memory.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter to the ceiling, to the heavens. I dare a quick glance at the woman tied up on the bed. Fuck, she’s stunning.
