Page 26 of Vows in Sin

S eraphina

Reign’s watchful eye is never far from me. Now, he’s across the floor in two steps. Before he can reach me, I turn Dame down politely.

“Your call.” Dame gives me a high five and walks away.

Reign brushes past me, his voice low and sharp. “Meet me on the balcony.” His heat and scent linger as he goes

I take my time. Go to the restroom. Freshen up. I love his possessiveness, long for his protection, but he needs to know he’s got nothing to be jealous about. I find him under the moonlight, the sound of the string quartet drifting out onto the balcony.

My shoes are pinching. I slip them off, letting them dangle from their strap as I carry them outside with me.

He’s standing on the balcony, looking incredibly handsome with his trimmed beard and suit jacket. “I was starting to think you lost your way.”

I shrug. “You shouldn’t have glared at Dame like you were about to commit murder.”

“He asked you to dance.”

I step closer to him. “I said no.”

“Still. It made my blood boil.” He grabs me, bringing me to him. His heat and muscle envelope me as he says, “I’m going to make you forget you ever wanted any other man.”

The words hit like a match to dry timber. I suck in a breath. I want to speak, to tell him he already has, but the words stick in my throat. I’m afraid of what it means.

But he waits. Eyes burning. Jaw clenched.

And I can’t pretend.

Not here. Not now.

“I already have,” I whisper, voice trembling.

Something shifts in him. Like I’ve opened a door he’s been pounding on for years.

He moves fast—slides off the bench, pulls me down onto my knees between his legs with quiet, brutal certainty.

The night air is cool on my skin, but inside I’m molten.

My knees rest on the concrete as I wait with obedience.

He undoes his belt and pulls out his cock. Just like I did the last time we were on this bench. Only this time, he wraps a firm hand around its base. His eyes are danger, hunger, and command.

His voice is a roll of thunder. “Then fucking show me.”

There’s no hesitation.

I take his cock into my mouth, not to prove anything, but because I need this. Need him. My lips stretch wide, my jaw aching, and still, it isn’t enough. I want him deeper. I want to taste him, devour him, worship him the way I never let myself before.

There’s no teasing tonight. No games.

Only surrender.

I move on him somehow, already knowing what he likes, how he wants it. Every flick of my tongue, every swallow of my throat, is muscle memory from thoughts of him. He moans—deep and choked. His hands tangle in my hair, guiding me like he owns me.

“That’s it,” he growls, voice ragged. “That’s my good girl. My pretty doll.”

I moan with him still buried in my mouth. The vibration makes him rock his hips toward me, gagging me with him.

I feel the lake watching. My lips stretched wide and slick. Observing the way I give Reign my mouth like it was made for his pleasure.

“Say it,” he hisses. Hands on my shoulders, he pulls me from him. “Say who you belong to.”

My chest heaves. My eyes burn. “You,” I breathe, “I belong to you.”

He tears his suit jacket off, laying it over the balcony floor.

In stark contrast to the domination he displayed, now, he lays me down like I’m something sacred, staring down at me like I’m a work of art. “My God, you are beautiful.”

My breath is already trembling as his mouth brushes mine—softly at first—then he trails lower, pressing kisses, playful nips, branding a path down my body.

He hitches up my dress. I lift my hips to let him.

A low moan. “No panties?—"

How does the man always forget? “I never wear them when I know I’m going to see you.”

“That’s the sexist thing I’ve ever heard.”

My thighs part for him without question. It’s instinct now. Need. Worship. He pushes my legs open and looks up at me. The soft sound that escapes my throat—the mewl I can’t suppress—makes him smile.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs. “So soft, so precious, and so incredibly sweet. I’m addicted to your scent.”

His tongue is broad, warm, devastating. He drags it between the slick folds of my sex like he’s starving for me, and I nearly sob.

My hands scramble for his shoulders, nails pressing in as I gasp and twist beneath the assault of his tongue.

My back arches, hips tilting, lips parted on breathless whimpers.

He doesn’t look away. His eyes stay locked on mine while he licks me like he’s feeding on more than just my body—like he wants my soul too.

And I want to give it.

Pressure coils inside me, impossibly tight. My thighs tremble, my clit so swollen it pulses. I’m right there. Balanced on the edge of something that will ruin me.

Then he gives the command, low and sinful: “Come.”

And he seals his mouth around me.

The world shatters.

I cry out his name, bucking against his face as the orgasm detonates. It’s wild. Violent. Beautiful. My fingers dig into his shoulders, dragging him closer like I need him to anchor me through the storm.

But he doesn’t stop.

He keeps teasing—suckling, licking, gently grazing my clit with his teeth. I moan, helpless against it, as aftershocks ripple through me. And then, with one final drag of his tongue, he thrusts inside me—slow, deep, claiming.

“Oh, God, yes,” I gasp, my voice raw, ruined.

He smiles against my flesh. I feel it. And something in the air shifts. The intensity sharpens.

Then—he licks lower.

My breath catches. His tongue strokes across my perineum, and my hips jolt. I feel him gripping my ass, gently pulling me open.

And then?—

The tip of his tongue touches my other entrance.

I freeze.

“No!” I gasp, voice high and tight.

“Yes,” he growls, not with cruelty—but with certainty. His tongue sweeps up the cleft of my ass, circling the tight, sensitive rim with maddening skill.

“It’s… it’s wrong,” I whisper, my body trying to squirm away—ashamed of how it responds. But one firm hand holds me still.

I glance down, eyes meeting his.

He’s watching me from between my thighs, wild and unapologetic.

"No part of you is wrong. And every part belongs to me."

And I know I should stop him.

But my body? My body wants to let him own me.

Let him ruin me.

He tongues my rim till I’m crying out with confused pleasure. Naughty shock thrills me as I feel his finger circling the wet muscles. He pushes inside me, my muscles fighting, but my body yearning. There’s pressure, a strange sensation as his finger enters my anus.

Then he’s back to my clit, demanding another earth-shattering orgasm from me.

“God. No!” I choke, the new sensation of his finger in a taboo place heightening my pleasure. “I mean…yes! Yes! God, yes!”

I’m shaking, trembling and made of jelly as the climax tears through me. I’m left weak yet wanting more.

“I have to have you. Now.” He yanks me up so fast I stumble, my legs are weak.

Supporting me, he spins me around and drags me across the balcony to the edge overlooking the water. My hands grip the rail. I catch a glimpse of the lake’s beauty and the glittering water.

He bends me over the balcony railing in one fierce, unrelenting motion.

He drags my silky dress up the backs of my thighs, callouses scratching my skin. He thrusts into me in one brutal, perfect stroke. I cry out, the sound almost primal with its low roar.

“You’re mine,” he growls, pounding into me like he’s branding me his. “You’re not anyone’s fucking memory. You’re mine . My obsession.”

I cry out the words. “Yes, yes. I am.”

I don’t even know when it started for me. Might have been in the doorway of the storeroom.

Now, I’m back in his arms.

He wraps a hand around my throat and pulls me up, arching me against his chest. His cock stays buried deep inside me, pulsing. His lips on my ear. He growls into my ear, primal. “You’re gonna come for me,” he says, “and let all of Italy know you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I whisper again, voice breaking. He thrusts harder. The orgasm rips through me, violent and holy. My body clenches and convulses around him, milking him for everything he has, every drop of missed time since I left.

He snarls against my skin and slams into me one last time, burying himself deep. His body shakes with release, his grip bruising my waist. I can feel him, hot and wet and silky filling me and spilling out, down the inside of my thigh.

He collapses against me. We’re still connected, breaths heaving. The lake glitters below us. Moonlight dances over the water like it knows our secrets. The mountains stand silent and solemn, bearing witness.

The past fades, like fog on the lake. Enveloped in the heat of his body, it’s only us. A little bit of peace.

At least for now.