Page 63 of Vows in Sin

But tonight, none of that matters.

Because I’m in his arms again.

This time, he came to me. Chased me onto this balcony. And told me I was his.

His mouth claims mine like he’s punishing me for every second we’ve spent apart. His kiss is a mix of rage and grief, and something so wild that it almost frightens me. His tongue slides against mine, hungry, demanding. One hand fists my hair with a grip that borders on pain—but I lean into it, welcoming the sting, because it’s real. It’s him.

He pulls back enough to stare down at me.

And that look?—

That look wrecks me.

Because his eyes aren’t hungry.

They’re starved.

He’s not asking for part of me. He wants it all. Every broken shard. Every ruined piece.

“Come here.” It’s a growling demand that I can’t resist. “Get over Daddy’s lap. Right now.” He has enough strength in his one good arm for two. He slips his hand under my arm, dragging me over the bench, and onto his lap till I’m sitting on him.

Facing him.

My arms wrap around his neck like they love to do.

I stare at him, and it’s like no time has passed between us. Only, this time, we’re face-to-face. Equals. Each of us knows how much we need one another.

How much we both need this.

I kneel on his lap, knees pressing into the bench as I make a slow show of lifting my dress and inching it over my skin and revealing myself to him bit by bit.

And he relishes every movement in watching me. His gaze moves from my bare thigh to my face. He likes what he sees. He knows that this is turning me on.

To turn him on.

I reach down, unbuckling his belt. I haven’t even touched him yet and he’s already moaning, easing back against the bench. He’s already hard for me. I take him out of his pants, my pussy wet from looking at that gorgeous god that stands ready for me.

I rise, knees digging into the bench, ready to ease myself down onto him.

“Let me guess.” He gives a gruff chuckle. “No panties?”

“For you?” I laugh. “Never.”

I hold his shoulders, careful not to grasp the injured one too tightly. I feel the head of his already glistening cock nestle at my opening. I’m heat and wetness, and all I want is for his glorious hardness to fill me up.

This time I don’t need him to turn off my thoughts. I want him to wake them up. I want to feel every inch of him inside me. I want us locked together.

“Look at me,” I say. “I want every part of us connected right now.”

He stares up at me. “God. Could you be more perfect?”

We keep our eyes locked.

“You like this?” I sink onto him. Slowly. Revealing myself to him bit by bit like I did when I was lifting my dress for his pleasure.

“You’re going to kill me woman.”

“Savor it, daddy,” I joke back.