Page 49 of Betraying Family Vows

I'm now naked in front of him. But I don't feel embarrassed or shy. The way he looks at me, I feel like a goddess among the ruins. Like he's traveled all the way to my temple, and now he's ready to make his sacrifice to me.

The knife clatters to the ground, and his arms are around me, crushing me against him as he deepens the kiss.

"You're mine now," he growls, tangling his hand in my hair, yanking my head back.

His teeth scrape against the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, and I cry out, my body arching into his.

"I've wanted this since I saw you in that red dress," he says as his mouth finds my breast. I arch, giving him what he wants. His warm tongue circling my hard nipples. He's hot, hungry as he licks and kisses my chest.

I reach for his shirt and lift it up. He helps me take it off. The moonlight catches on the planes of his muscled chest and the tattoos that cover his skin.

I lean forward and kiss his chest. Without thinking, my hands slide down and undo his pants. I pull them down and reach for his cock.

It's thick, long, and rock hard. I can feel him throbbing in my hand. He pushes me back and kisses me, running his hands everywhere, in my hair, over my breasts, gripping my thighs. Each touch leaves fire in its wake, burning away any last hesitation.

His fingers slide between my thighs and I can't stop the moans coming out of me.

My legs part, and when his fingertips gently rub my clit, I feel like I'm going to explode.

"You're so wet for me," he growls, sliding a finger inside me, sending electricity through my entire body. "That's a good girl."

He pulls out and brings his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers. "You taste like heaven, Alepoudítsa."

I bite my lip as he slides a finger back inside me.

"Tell me you want this," he demands.

"Damn it, I hate you," I gasp.

His smile darkens.

"That's not what I asked," he says as he slides a finger in and out, his thumb rubbing my clit.

Fuck it.

"Yes," I moan, my nails digging into his triceps. "I want this. I want you."

That's all it takes before our ritual starts and he makes me feel what it's like to be a goddess.

He lifts me with ease and his strong arms pin me to a column.

My legs wrap around him instinctively, his large hands firmly grabbing my ass.

"Look at you," he breathes. "So fucking perfect. And you were aching for my cock to be inside you."

I gasp, heat pooling between my legs.

God, he's right. I'm trembling. Desperate.

He wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes.

"Beg for it."

"Please," I gasp. "I need you. Fuck me now."

I feel him reposition his hips. The tip of his cock is now at my entrance. I squeeze my legs, pulling him in.

In one brutal thrust, he's inside me.