Page 45 of Ruthless Vow
I curl my fingers, finding the spot that makes her cry out. Relentless circles against her clit while I stroke inside her.
“I can’t. I’m going to.”
“I know.” I look up at her. Hold her with my focus. “Give it to me, Cassia.”
She breaks.
Her body bows off the mattress. My hand slides behind her head before she can hit the pillow wrong. Cradling her. Protecting her even as I wreck her.
Her thighs clamp around my head so tight I can barely breathe. My name tears from her throat, wrecked and perfect.
I feel her pulse around my fingers. Her inner walls clenching in rhythmic spasms. I don’t stop. Keep working her through it, gentling my touch but not stopping. Taking every last aftershock.
“Mine.” The word escapes against her hip. Involuntary. Wrecked. “You’re mine, Cassia.”
She’s still shaking. Still making ruined little noises with every exhale. Her grip slack in my hair now. Her legs dropping open, unable to hold on.
I press a kiss to her hip bone. Rest my forehead against her. Breathing hard. Trying to find my way back to control.
My cock aches, straining against my pants. My entire body screams at me to climb up and bury myself inside her. To make her come again with my cock instead of my taste.
She strokes through my hair. Slow. Gentle. The pad of her thumb traces the shell of my ear.
I press against her hip bone. Soft. A kiss that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with something I can’t name.
I look up.
That’s my mistake.
She’s watching me with her focus wide and unguarded. No barriers. No defenses. Just Cassia, stripped bare in every way that matters.
Parted lips. Flushed cheeks. Hair spread across the pillow like dark silk.
Like she could love me.
The cold hits all at once.
My father. Gray face. The name on his lips like a prayer.Lucia.Reaching for a ghost.
One more touch and I’ll be him. Hollowed out. Destroyed. Dying with her name on my lips.
I pull back.
Off her. Off the bed. Standing before I register the movement.
“Dante?”
Her voice catches. Thick with what I just gave her. Confused now.
I can’t look at her. If I do, I’ll crawl back into that bed and never leave.
I won’t become him.
“This can’t happen again.”
The words come out cold. Controlled. Nothing like the man who just had his mouth on her.
“What?” Sheets rustle as she sits up. Her nightgown still twisted. Her hair wild from my touch. “Dante, what?”
