Page 63 of Vow of Desire

“Ok,” she whispers. “There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Exactly. Now move, baby. Move for me. And scream for me.”

She rocks her hips forward and back on my cock. Every motion makes me groan. It’s hard to hold my release back but I’m doing it for her. I refuse to come until Luciana screams my name.

Her pussy clamps down on my cock. I choke on my moan. Fuck. She is going to be the death of me and what a great death it will be.

“Oh,” she sighs. The sight of her moving on top of me – her breasts slightly bouncing and the wildness in her eyes – makes me desperate to come. But not until she gives me what I want. Patience.

“Please,” I grit out, not even caring how desperate I sound. “Fuck. Please, Luciana. Just come for me again. Scream my name this time. Let go for me.”

I reach down between our bodies and press my finger to her clit. Her hips jerk forward. “That’s it,” I say. “That’s it. Come for me.”

“Matteo,” she whimpers.

“Scream my name, baby. You can do it. Just scream my name.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m so fucking sure. Please, Luciana. Scream.” I pull her harder onto my cock. “My.” She grinds her hips down as I thrust into her. “Name.”

She gasps as her orgasm hits her for a third time.

And finally, I get what I want.

“Matteo!” she moans loudly, her voice taking up the space in the room, as she drops her head back and fully lets herself find the release I know she’s been craving. Because I’ve been craving it just as badly.

Hearing her moan my name finally sends me over the edge. My release spills inside of her.

She slumps onto my chest, burying her face into my neck. I wrap my arms around her. The need to hold her close is unlikeanything I’ve ever experienced before. Never have I wanted to protect someone this much.

With Luciana, it’s all new.

“Good,” I say, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You did good. I’m so proud of you. How do you feel?”

“I feel… relaxed. It’s the most relaxed I’ve ever felt. Only you’ve made me feel this way.”

“That’s the power of an orgasm.”

She laughs softly. It’s the first time I think I’ve ever made her laugh. “I always thought that a good wife was just supposed to lay there and accept what her husband did to her but you’ve helped me see differently. You’ve helped me learn that I can enjoy this.”

“You can. You don’t have to fight it so much, Luci.”

“Luci,” she breathes out. “I like hearing you call me that.”

“And I love hearing you scream my name,” I growl into her neck, rolling her onto her back and pressing kisses all along her skin. She arches into me instead of pushing me away. How far we’ve come. “Isn’t this so much better? Having sex because you want to instead of doing it out of shame or obligation?”

“Yes,” she admits. “So much better.”

I lift my head to gaze down into her eyes. “You don’t have to hide from me, Luci. You don’t have to push me away. We’re married. We’re in this together. We both agreed to this marriage for peace. But we can also be happy in it.”

Her eyes soften and it’s the most open I’ve ever seen her look. “I want to be happy. So happy.”

“Then you can choose it. We can choose it. We can have sex every day if you want it. We can be happy in this marriage even though it was arranged.”

“But you didn’t choose me.”

“I’m choosing you now. Fuck, Luciana. I’ve been fighting for you since we first met. Can’t you see that?”