Page 5 of Vow of Vengeance (Destruction & Vengeance Duet #2)

five

Soren

I don't have the energy to move when he tosses me onto the bed.

I feel like he just reached inside me and carved me out, taking everything I had to give and leaving me with something different.

My entire body is heavy, leaden and sore and so fucking satisfied.

I could close my eyes right now and sleep for a week, facedown on this mattress like a drunkard trying to fend off their latest bender.

Declan's hand on the back of my neck makes my eyes flutter open; I hadn't even realized I closed them.

"You're cute like this, Ren." He chuckles, blowing cool breath against the top of my spine and drawing a shudder from me. "I'll have to fuck the fight out of you more often. You surrender so beautifully."

I can't help smiling at the praise, feeling strangely proud of myself, though I'm not sure what for. I haven't done anything. I can't believe he went down on me. Weirder still, he seemed to like it.

I sure as fuck did.

I never would have thought it was possible to feel like this— drained in the best way. I wonder if he expects reciprocation. I don't think I could move right now if I tried, let alone suck his cock long enough to make him come. I want to, though.

"It's okay," Declan says, stroking along my spine as I feel him move over me. "I know you're exhausted. Just let me do all the work."

My eyes flutter, exhaustion pulling hard at the corners of my vision.

"Hmm?" I ask, certain I missed something Declan said to me.

He doesn't answer, his lips pressing against my shoulder blade, and I let myself drift a minute on a cloud of comfort.

My eyes fly open when I feel his intrusion pushing me apart.

Declan doesn't take it slow or ease his way in. As long as we’ve been dancing around this, there’s no point in going any slower.

He fits easily between my slippery walls, and I feel him slam against the back of me, his balls slapping my swollen clit and renewing a stirring of need in me.

I moan as he fists my hair at the scalp, lifting my face out of the sheets so that it bends me back toward him, effectively cutting me in half.

It makes him feel even deeper, the sore space inside of me pulsing as it tries to accommodate him.

"Fuck." I moan, biting my lip to try and stave off the arousal before it can turn into anything devastating. Another orgasm would probably kill me— I've never come more than once in a night, but I'm pretty sure Declan pried them out of me in such rapid succession that I came three or four times.

It's exhausting, but also glorious.

"Fuck, Ren, you're so good to me. You feel like heaven.

" Declan grunts, bracing one hand on the mattress next to my head.

Pride flits through me again as I feel him bridge the space between us, his body conforming to mine.

"I never want to stop." He laughs, and it's just unhinged enough to spark some awareness inside of me.

"I'm going to live inside this pussy, Soren. It belongs to me now."

His thrusts increase, and the hand that had gripped my hair shoves me forward, releasing me from the tension of arching backwards. It's not merciful, though, as he seems determined to reach deeper, guiding me onto my knees so that my ass is exposed to him.

"Say it." He commands, gripping my thighs so hard I think they may bruise. I may turn into one giant bruise after tonight, but right now, I like how sore I feel, how freaking satisfied I am.

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say; I try to search my brain, but it's oddly empty. I can't grab hold of a single thought. It's as though he drugged me.

Declan's hand on the flat of my ass makes me jump, bucking forward and taking him with me.

"Tell me you're mine, Soren."

"I'm yours." I say, tasting the truth of it on my tongue. I'm never getting away from him— even if I wanted to.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" He grunts, reaching around to slap me between the legs.

My clit zings, sparks of pleasure lighting through my bloodstream at the sudden contact. Pain twines beautifully with the arousal, and I moan, simultaneously wanting more and hating the way my body craves him.

" You ."

"Say it." He says again, his voice deep and husky, his warm breath on the shell of my ear as he focuses on his thrusts.

"This pussy is yours!" I blurt out, certain that I'd agree to almost anything in this moment.

He reaches around to claim his prize, cupping me in his hand to feel how I ooze onto his fingers just above the space where we're joined together, his stiff cock pumping me mercilessly.

I groan, simultaneously craving and dreading another orgasm.

"I want you stuffed, Ren. I want this pussy leaking my cum every day so that no man ever doubts this is mine ."

He growls out the word mine. I groan at the delicious luridness of his fantasy, imagining his hot cum spilling out of me, painting my thighs. His hand lands on my ass again, and he hisses when I jolt, rocking forward as a horrible realization grips me.

"Stop." My voice is a whisper that cracks at first. I try to rock out of his reach, but Declan's in the endgame, gripping me tighter, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he finds his bliss.

"Stop!" I cry, panic seizing my lungs as rationale wars with the pleasure he's pumping into me as he reaches new depths.

My eyes cross, and I debate on keeping my mouth shut, holding my breath to enjoy the pleasure as long as I can.

"Declan!" I scream, hoping to appeal to him.

His name just spurs something inside him, and I remember what he told me the night he was in my house.

"I won't fuck you until you scream my name."

"Declan!" I try again, panting. No part of me wants him to stop, but I know I should. This is irresponsible.

But he won't stop. He can't. Declan is a man possessed. I have to bite the bullet, be an adult.

"I'm not on birth control!"

He doesn't slow, doesn't freeze. In fact, I think he picks up his pace, shaking my entire body with each savage thrust.

"I know." He grunts.

I blink, wondering if he slipped a condom on when I was fighting sleep on the bed.

"We have to stop." I whimper, hating how weak I sound, how disappointed. The edge is just right there, bliss dancing just out of reach.

"No fucking chance." Declan grunts a laugh, shoving my head into the pillows.

The action cuts off some of my air supply, but I don't turn my head.

It would be a futile effort anyway, because his hand wraps around my neck, squeezing the sides of my throat.

His touch is light, so stark in contrast to the way he's pummeling my pussy, making me weep for him.

I don't know if it's the spark of fear that does it— fear at how deep I am in it with this man, fear at the consequences of this moment may be, fear at his hand around my throat.

I can still breathe, though I don't dare add any more fuel to the fire.

It's already devastating enough, a rapture just seconds away from blowing my whole world apart.

"I'm going to bury myself so deep you'll never be rid of me."

My orgasm sets his off so that we come together, collapsing atop the mattress as my trembling limbs fail to hold me up any longer. He collapses with me, refusing to release our connection as he milks every drop of his cum into me.

I finally let out a breath when he begins to slow, holding my hips level so that he can pump his release into me.

I should be terrified, angry that he didn't listen to me. But all I am is full— a type of full I don't know if I've ever been before.

There's no staving off the current of sleep this time. I'm gone before I ever feel him slip out of me.