Page 127 of Temporary Vows

Every thrust of his cock has me reeling.

The tension builds, about to detonate. But then he just stops and the suddenness throws me out.

He pulls out of me, leaving me empty and greedy for more.

I’m on the edge. I need to come. If I don’t, I’ll go insane.

“Please don’t stop,” I whimper, slumping against the wall. I pray he hasn’t had one of his epiphanies and decided this was a bad idea.

He pulls me closer, his grip almost painful. Then his lips are at my ear. “I have no intention of stopping, little Lamb. I plan to be balls deep in your pussy all fucking night.” He growls in myear, then flips me to face him. “I just want to see your face while I fuck you.”

My breath goes short and my brain short circuits. But he doesn’t give me a chance to recover from his crass words. He lifts my leg and plunges into me again, then guides me so I can wrap my legs around his waist.

Like this, we’re almost eye to eye, and this position is far more intimate than before. Because I can see his face too.

Those piercing blue eyes gaze back at me, sharper than ever. Then he pins me against the wall and fucks me hard.

The world moves as his cock pounds into me, leaving me spiraling and I come again, crying out from another dose of intense pleasure.

It takes over my mind, then that’s all I feel. Pleasure, and the ruthless touch of my Dorian Gray.

He fucks me harder, his grunts rumbling deep in his chest.

I come once more, then he does too.

His hot cum fills me, warming me from inside out. The combination of him and the fire in my veins leaves me as delirious as an addict getting their favorite fix.

Our breathing comes in short, shallow rasps.

I close my eyes and savor the last spark of pleasure working its way through my core.

Dorian holds me there, and as the haze clears from my mind I wonder what will happen next.

He said all night. Did he mean it?

DoIwant that?

It’s bad enough to make a mistake once. But to do it twice in the same night…

Orallnight. That says something different about me.

But I can’t even contemplate walking away. Leaving feels like the antithesis of what I want.

What about him?

Does he still want me?

A tiny knock sounds at the door and my eyes fly open.

Instantly I remember where we are.

And what we just did here.

“Who is it?” Dorian answers, his voice edged with displeasure.

“Apologies, Mr. and Mrs. Vale. Your car is ready.” It’s the usher. The sweet little lady who helped me get ready this morning.

The moment I hear the apology and the tentativeness of her tone, I realize she must have heard us and died a thousand times.