Page 32 of Forbidden Vow

Darius didn’t break eye contact as he travelled down her chest to her core to her stomach and finally to the mound between her legs.

He pressed his face and inhaled, only breaking their eye contact briefly as his lashes fluttered. Then his mouth moved and struck heaven.

Raven arched and spread her legs wider, giving in to the swirling wet tongue probing her sensual depths. The sounds she made, painfully delicious pleasure, were caught up in overwhelming sensation. She clutched at the sheets, his hair, his very soul. Anything to keep her grounded. Her gasps rose. Mewls accompanied her desperate attempts to breathe.

Darius seemed encouraged, using his lips over the hard nub of nerves as his tongue went inside her, tasting her. She cried out in pleasure as a rolling wave exploded behind her eyelids, sending rushing currents of unadulterated, X-rated pleasure through her body. Not one to miss an opportunity to please her, Darius used his tongue to ride her orgasm, lapping up her sweet cream.

Exhaustion weighed her muscles as a deep needed relaxation swept through her. Raven didn’t want to move. But she didn’t have to.

Darius lifted her limp body easily as if she were tissue paper and wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned and laid back until she was sprawled over him.

“Satisfied?” He grunted.

“Mmm…” Words weren’t possible.

“I want inside.” His whispered words held a desperation she couldn’t deny him. “Your tight cunt hugging my cock.”

With unsteady arms, Raven lifted herself up. But she needn’t worry with the effort. Darius snaked his arms under her thighs and rose her up high enough so she could position his hot, hard cock at her entrance. All she had to do was sink into oblivion.

Darius lowered her an inch at a time, his length hitting every sensitize nerve ending. So slowly, she wiggled trying to get more of his cock inside her.

“Easy,” Darius gritted his teeth. “I want to savor your slick snatch.”

Raven moaned in response.

Finally, Darius set her all the way down until their hips met and he was lodged deep within her.

She clenched, and Darius groaned. His arms lifting her then setting her down again slowly, setting a steady pace.

Raven bucked her hips, slamming down hard, until his control broke.

“You want this?” He demanded an answer.

“I got the ring, babe—so yeah, I want it.”

He drove his hips up and she made so much noise, she had to bury her teeth in her lower lip.

“You, Raven. Have me. Every fucking part of me.”

His thrusts increased, the slap of their bodies loud and mixing with her cries. She was in danger of biting her own damn tongue.

Darius pulled back and thrust again. “Say you’re mine.”

Their eyes met, the contact fierce and exhilarating, as he found a rhythm, moving faster and faster to mutual climax.

“Raven,” he whispered at first, like a prayer. Every chant of her name grew in volume until he nearly roared.

“I’m yours.”

His hand cupped her cheek. “Forever, yes. In trust. In love. In life.”

The truth of his words gleamed in his eyes. He loved her and trusted her. Then his body stiffened as he curled inward. He panted and cried out as she felt warmth rush inside her. His seed pumping into her.