Page 19 of His Ruthless Vow

“I understand.” She takes my hand and slides it on her thigh and then higher. “I don’t want to stop.” She pulls my hand higher still until my thumb brushes her clit, and my dick throbs harder.

She’s so wet. I feel it when my fingers find her, stroking through her folds, learning what makes her twitch before I settle on her clit with the pad of my thumb. She makes a sound that’s more breath than sound and her forehead drops to my shoulder. I keep the pressure light and wait for the way her hips start to chase my hand before I give her more.

When I slide one finger into her, she clenches around it like her body’s desperate for my touch. It does things to my head, makes my ego swell ten sizes. She's not just eager. She’s demanding.

“That’s it,” I tell her, curling my finger toward the front of her. “Such a good girl, Alana."

I add a second finger when she opens for the first, keeping my thumb moving at the same time, and she rocks on my hand.

"God, yes," she moans, resting both hands on my shoulders and using them as leverage to ride me a little harder. Her body rolls in a serpentine rhythm, taking what she wants as I kiss her neck and the hinge of her jaw. And when her breathing gets shallow and greedy, I stay exactly where I am and let her come apart on my fingers, shaking through it with her mouth open against my skin and her nails in my shoulder.

She jolts and twitches, pulsing and squeezing my digits. Soft, tiny grunts erupt from her throat as she bites down on my neck, and I grab her breast and squeeze. I work her through the last of it and only ease off when the pulses fade.

"God, you're sexy when you come." I smirk as she lifts her head and kisses me again, sucking my lower lip into her mouth to bite down gently. When I pull away, I say, "Can I do it again?" Fuck, do I want to do it again. I want to make her come so many times, she can't walk tomorrow.

“Don’t stop.”

I stand and lift her with me, laying her back on the sofa, then kneel on the floor between her knees, kissing the inside of one thigh and then the other before I put my mouth on her. I lick a line up through her moisture as her hips buck and find her clit with the tip of my tongue.

She tastes sweet and salty, like salted caramel pie. It's intoxicating and more arousing. My hand slides to my jeans, and I undo the belt and the fly of my pants to relieve the pressure on my throbbing dick. It's a slight relief, but not the plunge into her depths I'm craving.

Then I seal my mouth over her and suck. Immediately, her hand lands on my head, fingers running through my hair. The way her hips come off the couch into my face is erotic. She's so eager, chasing the second climax so greedily. It makes me want to pin those hips down and make her go at my pace, but she comes the second time faster than the first, her thighs closing around my head.

When her back lifts off the couch, I watch it, unable this time to see the expression on her face, but I hear the groans and whimpers and feel her shudder. I stay with her until she tugs at my hair, and I lift my mouth, kissing her hip and the lower curve of her stomach and resting my cheek there for a second while I listen to her breathe.

“Come here,” she says, pulling me.

I stand and get rid of my jeans and boxers, kicking off my boots so they all land in a heap. I'm hard enough that it hurts, so hard, it feels like my skin might split. Alana watches me find the condom in my wallet and roll it on, the whole time not bothering to look away. The caution I'm taking in caring for her is just the beginning.

Instead of climbing over her, I sit and grab her hand, pulling her up toward me so she’s forced to sit up. She gets the point quickly and crawls over to me, straddling my hips again. It's torture knowing I won’t feel her skin on skin, but protecting her is more important, and she hasn't stopped me yet.

“Alana," I whisper, cradling her head and pulling her closer.

“I want you inside me," she breathes into my mouth before kissing me hard. The kiss is both hungry and hesitant, but she rises on her knees and lines me up then sinks down halfway. She’s tight from coming twice, and I give her time to adjust. On the next breath, she takes more and then more until she’s seated and I’m as deep as this angle will let me go, her forehead resting against mine.

I hold her hips and I don’t move until she does. This is so overwhelming, I could blow instantly. Knowing she wants me as badly as I want her is hot, but knowing that on top of what she’s been through is deeply emotional. I'm so fucked up right now. All I can think about is worshiping her.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Yes.” She lifts a fraction and slides back down. “God, yes.”

She finds a good pace, and I meet her when she sinks, not driving, just filling her so she feels all of me. Her body arches forward, and I take one nipple into my mouth, dragging a moan from her chest that makes goosebumps rise on my flesh. She's so into this, lost in the moment with her head tossed back and her eyes shut.

I reach between us to rub her clit, and she’s close again. I feel it in the way she tightens and how her breath starts to catch on every other thrust.

“Look at me,” I say, and her eyes slowly lower to look down at my face. They're heavy-lidded, with pupils blown so wide, her hazel eyes almost look black, and her mouth hangs open in a silent moan. “I want you to say my name when you come so you’ll never forget how incredible I can make you feel, Princess."

"Oh, shit, Dimitri," she moans, her body locking down around me so hard, I have to grab her hip hard to keep from following her too soon. I let her ride me through it with shorter strokes until the last tremor leaves her and her body starts to go limp. And only then do I let myself go, driving in as deep as I can and holding there while it tears through me, pulse after pulse. Low grunts rise in my chest, swallowed by her lips as she covers my mouth with hers again, and I know this is only the beginning.

We'll be stuck here all night, and if I have it my way, I'll leave her breathless again and again.

And I'll deal with the regret of it tomorrow.

Tonight, she's mine.

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ALANA