Page 45 of My Solemn Vow

She screams and goes rigid. The only muscles not locked up are the ones pulsing around my cock.

My orgasm hits me hard, and I let it take me from the state of vigilance to letting my guard down. I drive into her one last time and keep myself deep inside her, pushing cum into her cunt.

Antonella gasps and writhes, her body bucking up into me.

She’s so fucking perfect.

“Fuck, that’s it, darling. Take what you need from me.” My balls throb as she milks every last drop from me.

I can’t take watching her anymore. I need to taste more, tofeel more. I kiss her frantically until both of us finally slump, relaxing from our releases.

Pulling out of her and leaving the heaven that is her pussy is a disappointment. I’m drunk on the feeling of her, and I already want more.

She turns her head toward me, blinking, her widened pupils more sensitive to the low light coming in from the windows. The post-sex glow painting her skin further ingrains her in my brain.

My wife.

I lick her slick from my fingers, hoping she sees how much I love the way she tastes, and a slight copper taste hits me.Thank God.

“Holy shit,” Antonella whispers, lifting her still-bound hands from above her head momentarily before putting them back where I left them.

I effortlessly release her from the belt, and when I do, she brings her arms down and rests her hands on her stomach.

“Yeah, okay, dick... better than expected,” she murmurs. “So much better than expected.”

The confession strokes my ego, the pride swelling in my chest. Who wouldn’t like to hear their woman loves their dick?My woman.It’s true, and I know it, but accepting it isn’t as daunting as before.

“Should have done that before.” She sighs, eyes falling closed.

No.I dislike that. It’s better this way. The possessive nature of wolves would have me hunting down her past male partners. It’s best that she never had another man before me. I want to tell her that but don’t.Now is not the time to explain being a shifter.

But as my post-sex high fades, the disgusting reminder of reality sinks in. I scent the air, and the coppery note of blood confirms what I tasted on my fingers. Guilt runs in waves down my spine.Did I go too hard, or is it the strain of the first fuck?

Antonella’s eyes are still closed.

“I’m sorry, darling. You have to get up.” I kiss her nose and then her lips.

She groans, opening her eyes. “Okay. Just a minute, still lightheaded. Too good.”

I don’t know that I’ve ever gotten such sweet praise.

22

VALOR

THE SHEETS

Antonella bled enough that I didn’t feel like I needed to cut her for further proof. I made certain to use the same sheet to wipe my cum off her, carefully looking for blood.

Guilt that I hurt her comes between waves of exhilaration. The way she looked beneath me and how she liked me to take her have me stiff in my pants, but with every step away from her, those thoughts fade. The stiffness in my back grows as I carry our cum-stained sheets down the hallway, to the private elevator, and then down to the private meeting room.

I remind myself again and again that she’s not a virgin. It’s that she hadn’t donethisbefore. I haven’t corrupted her. It’s a bunch of fabric and bodily fluids.

It sickens me that this is part of the truce. The proof ofit. Why isn’t it enough that I bound her to me before God and in the court of men? I have to show proof that I physically attached myself to her.Would Antonella and I have even had sex if it wasn’t for this?

That doesn’t seem to matter though. No, we might not have, but I dislike sharing her vulnerability with the world. I don’t want anyone to know about her body in its most exposed state.

No one should be thinking about her underneath me. The beautiful woman in my bed deserves respect and more than being reduced to cum and blood stains on sheets.