Page 31 of Forbidden Vow

Darius came up behind her and slipped his masculine hands around her waist and bent down to kiss her neck.

Raven turned in his arms, lifted her chin, and was met with eager lips.

As their tongues writhed together, Darius slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt. Fingertips traced along the border between her skin and her uniform pants, his touch as light as a warm breeze. Shivers rippled down her spine as he skimmed her stomach, hips, threaded his fingers through her nest of curls at the ‘v’ of her thighs, as if discovering her for the first time.

Inside, her core grew wet and hungry. When Darius parted her nether lips, she inhaled sharply, her body trembling with eager anticipation.

Darius slid a digit through her slickened folds. The touch was light, little more than a tease, but Raven drew in a shaky breath.

“Please,” she panted.

Darius chuckled the sound low and sensuous. “You’re wet.”

“For you,” she managed, wrapping her fingers around his manhood, her brain shifting from intelligent thought to primal need.

Through with testing her limit for foreplay, his movements grew impatient. Swift hands raised her shirt up and over her head. The crinkle of exam paper was soft as her shirt landed somewhere out of view.

Darius crushed her to him. His kisses became reverent, needy, and desperate. She couldn’t help but match them. Warm breath poured over her skin, winding a road of burning kisses down her throat. As he traveled lower, he took her bottoms with him, all the while leaving a trail of warmth that wasn’t only on her skin but also blossomed within a hot center. Such a long wait, yet Darius was gentle and worshiping. Asking penance and seeking forgiveness with her reverent caresses.

She stood in panties and bra, raking her nails through his thick locks. In return, she received moans of pleasure for the petting. He pulled her lace hipsters past her knees, pressing his face against the apex of her legs. Goosebumps dotted her skin, her limbs shaky when he blew a hot kiss across the bundle of nerves, sensitive to his every caress, every motion.

“Darius,” she whispered.

Slowly, he backed her up, his chest to hers, until the backs of her knees made contact with the bed.

“Patience,” he rasped, leaning her head against the frame.

Raven let her eyes drift closed, trying to slow her breathing. Darius showered her with kisses, the contours of her abdomen, her breasts, her neck, her earlobes. After years without a man’s touch, to have her body adored in this way drove her pleasure higher.

“I’m trying. It’s hard.”

He chuckled. “Not harder than me.”

As he unclasped her bra with a masculine ease she didn’t care to ponder, he plundered her mouth. Bra gone, breasts exposed in a fairly public place, Raven felt too wicked. Blushing, she brought both hands up, hiding her bare chest.

“You’re beautiful.” Darius gently took her wrists and lowered them. “Never do you have to hide from me. I want what no one else will ever see. No hiding. Not ever.”

Tears pricked the back of her eyes. “Never again,” she agreed.

“We’re ready for this, babe.” She pressed against his suit, the material scratching pleasantly against her bareness, but she pulled back and plucked at his lapel. “Then how come I’m the only one naked?”

“Done.”

With surprising speed, he tore at his clothes and had everything off and scattered. Or maybe it was two seconds. No matter how long, he stood there, his cock hard and reaching for her.

“I’ll probably lose my job for this.”

Darius smiled. “I’ll buy you another.”

“Spoken like a billionaire.”

“That’s what you wanted.”

In a flash, she was spun and landed on her back onto the bed. Darius climbed over her and collected her to him, whispering in her ear, “I can’t promise to last, but I swear you will be satisfied.”

Raven smirked. “You have years to make good on that promise.”

He stilled, and a broad shit-eating grin spread from ear to ear. “Then let’s get started.”