Page 20 of Crushed Vow (Broken Vows #2)

He stood, yanking off his trousers, and I watched, mesmerized, as his cock sprang free—hard and thick.

My clit throbbed, aching for him, even as a part of me wanted to push him away, to fight the pull of him.

But my body was on fire, craving him with a desperation that left me trembling. I couldn’t wait for him to claim me, to fill the void only he could.

He found the edge of the bed with one hand, steadying himself before crawling toward me—confident, but careful, like a man navigating both darkness and memory.

He entered me in one hard, claiming thrust, like he was punishing me, needing me, mourning me—all at once.

A sharp sting of pain cut through the pleasure—after a year, my body wasn’t ready, but the stretch, the fullness, was intoxicating.

I moaned his name, breathless, my gaze locked on his.

His eyes—blurred, unfocused, touched by shadows, could barely see me now, but God, they still found me. Still felt me. Like they remembered every contour of who I used to be.

He smirked faintly, like he sensed my stare even without fully catching it.

“Yeah, look at me, baby,” he growled, his hand sliding under my jaw, tilting my face to keep my gaze on him.

He thrust deep, hard, each movement a declaration of ownership, filling me completely.

“Cassian!” I screamed, my voice raw, the pleasure overwhelming as he moved, relentless, his hips slamming into mine.

Sweat beaded on my skin, the air cool against the heat of our bodies.

My clit pulsed, my body trembling as he drove me higher, his hand gripping my jaw, his eyes never leaving mine. “Mine,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble, and I nodded, lost in him, in the way he claimed me.

He pulled out suddenly, leaving me panting, throbbing, my body aching for more.

“Turn, little dove,” he ordered, his voice thick with desire.

I rolled onto my stomach, my skin flushed, and he entered me from behind, his body pressing against mine, hot and solid.

His lips found my back, kissing a trail from my shoulder blades to the curve of my spine, each touch igniting sparks.

His hand came down on my ass, a sharp spank that made me gasp, the sting blending with pleasure.

Unlike the past, when his touch had been cold, mechanical, this was different—every kiss, every thrust, burned with love, a fire that consumed us both.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips as he moved deeper and harder.

My legs trembled, my body coiled tight, teetering on the edge of release I couldn’t hold back.

He pulled me up suddenly, his lips crashing into mine, the kiss bruising, tasting of blood and need.

“Charlotte, my name only,” he demanded, his voice a low snarl. “You hear me?”

“I hear you,” I moaned, my lips swollen, the metallic tang of blood mingling with his taste.

He lifted me off the bed, his strength effortless, carrying me in his arms.

He positioned me carefully, my pussy aligning with his cock, and I slid down onto him slowly, the stretch overwhelming, my legs shaking so badly I doubted I’d walk for days.

He stood firm, his hands cupping my ass, guiding me as I moved, my head buried in his neck, teeth grazing his skin as he slammed into me.

“Cassian... damn,” I gasped, my voice trembling, my waist rolling against him, the pleasure so intense it felt like madness. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Hell yeah,” he growled, his thrusts quickening, harder, faster, his hands gripping my ass as he fucked me with a ferocity that left me breathless.

My teeth sank into his neck, biting hard as the pleasure built, a storm ready to break.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice desperate, “please, don’t stop.” If he stopped now, I’d shatter, my body too far gone to survive without him.

He didn’t stop. His pace tripled, our panting filling the room, a frantic rhythm of need.

I felt it coming, the edge so close I could taste it, and I knew he was there too, his breaths ragged, his grip tightening.

My nails dug into his shoulders, my teeth sinking deeper into his neck as the orgasm hit, violent and all-consuming, ripping through me like a wildfire.

I screamed his name, my body shaking, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He growled, a primal sound that vibrated through the room, cumming inside me with a force that left us both trembling, his release hot and relentless.

I collapsed against him, panting, his cock still buried deep inside me, my body spent but unwilling to let go. He moved to lower me to the bed, but I clung to his neck, my arms tight, my legs wrapped around him. “Don’t,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, my lips brushing his ear. “Stay.”

He understood, his eyes softening as he crawled onto the bed, keeping me in his arms, his cock still inside me.

He lay back, positioning us so I rested on his chest, my body molded to his, our breaths syncing in the quiet.

My mind was blank, blissfully empty, the weight of our reality—Ethan, Vincent, Luca, the war—pushed aside by the warmth of him, the way he’d made me feel alive and whole, for the first time in a year.

My skin hummed, my body sweetly exhausted, and I felt sleep tugging at me, a gentle pull I didn’t fight.

“You’ll always be mine, Charlotte.” he whispered, his lips brushing my forehead, his voice a soft promise in the dark.

His thumb brushed my cheekbone, lingering like he was drawing my face in his mind.

I nodded, too tired to speak, my cheek pressed against his chest, his heartbeat a steady lullaby.

The pleasure still lingered in my limbs, a soft, golden ache blooming in the quiet places of my body. And as I slipped beneath the pull of sleep, cocooned in his arms, I realized something that made my chest twist—

This was the sweetest moment I’d ever known.

And I didn’t know if I’d survive when it passed.