Page 86 of Devil's Vows

And then he rocks into me, his hard length just the right width, snug against the tight spot where my clit is trapped against my jeans. I reciprocate, unable to stop myself, wanting more, wanting all of him as the divine pressure of his cock and our mutual grinding teases me to the point of no return.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, someone barks that this is sin, that I’m falling for the Devil’s temptation, but it’s faint and far away, because for the first time in my life, Igetit.

Everything is in sync: my body, his intoxicating scent and pure male form, his cock, the perfect pressure, our lust riding a wild, unstoppable force. Already, my legs are trembling. Deep inside, I start to quake, my inner earth slow to shatter into waves that become tsunamis as I climax.

I moan into his mouth, into his kisses that have grown slow and languid, reading me, every quiver a wave he lets me ride for as long as possible as his hands keep me anchored against him, digging into my ass as I’m still coming with a need I’ve denied for too long.

At last, I drop my head to his shoulder with a final shudder, breathing slowly where I’ve pressed my face to his neck, coming back to the present. His collar is trapped against my chin, and his beard is soft against my forehead. My hands have slipped to his chest where I’ve burrowed into him like a kitten,and he’s let me, allowing me to come back to reality with gentle fingers caressing up and down my naked back.

“Fuck, Gabriella,” he grunts when I shift, sneaking my hand under his shirt, resting it over his heart, which is pounding fast. He’s cradling me close, tight, but somehow so gently and safe. I just know when I shatter to pieces, he’ll hold me together like this until I have healed. “You could make a grown man come in his fucking pants like a teenager.”

“Did you?” I ask shyly, letting my breath ghost over his skin, mimicking him, and with a funny feeling of pride, feel his nipple harden under my palm.

“No,” he says on a chuckle. “Too old for that. But it was touch and go there for a hot second.”

“What a shame,” I tease, emboldened by his soothing touch on my back, his words, by what we’ve done. “What do I do?”

I need guidance here, and this man knows what he’s doing, what he wants.

“Nothing,moya ptichka.”

His response makes me stumble. Isn’t a man’s pleasure always the end goal?

“Why?”

He hasn’t even taken off any of his clothes, and the way his pants are straining, he must be uncomfortable.

“Because I don’t know if I can keep myself in check tonight.” He leans closer and runs his tongue along my ear. “You’re not the only one sex-starved here,moya ptichka. I want you so badly that I might ruin your first time. I want it to be perfect for you. Not here on a random chair, quickly, just to satiate my needs.”

“Oh.”

I want you so badly…Can’t keep myself in check.I’m going to melt if he keeps on talking like this. Already, everything he’s done tonight has been fatal for my efforts to keep from falling in love with him. I’m fooling nobody. I’m on the ledge. I just need to jump.

“Got to pace yourself,” he says with a smile in his voice, reaching for my clothes.

“What if I don’t want to pace myself?” I murmur, disbelieving the words as they come out of my mouth.

This isn’t how I was raised. These aren’t the feelings or thoughts of a good Catholic girl. It sinks in that maybe I’ve never really been one…and if I was, that girl is being peeled way, evolving into someone new. Someone I’m going to love being, living a life I’ve only dreamed about.

Ivan already has my arms back into my ruined shirt, though without my bra. Who’d want it in any case? It’s such a convent girl bra, and right now, I feel like a goddess. So this is what Chiara was going on about…

His fingers tease my skin as he tries to cover my breasts. “I don’t want either of us to go into this with regret or guilt, so we’ll wait for our wedding night.”

To think he already knows me this well. That Catholic guilt will eat at me until it’s all I can think of. But that’s not the only regret I’ll have if we ever get to exchange marriage vows.

“Surely, that isn’t going to be soon? I mean…” This happened, and I want more, having tasted it…and I don’t want to wait.Who is this woman? And what is this man doing to me?

“So it is ayes?”

There’s a smile in his voice, and I can’t help smiling back.

Caught out. Trapped into an answer. Stuck in a cage. Chained by vows.Hunted.

Inwardly, I deflate. This is all I’ll ever have of Ivan, but I’ll pretend it’s ayesas long as I can escape before we actually say our vows. I’ll never have a wedding night with this man.

“Yes.”

I just gave him my heart’s answer, but I’m betraying myself. I can’t bring danger to his doorstep, or to his girls. I’d never forgive myself.