Page 16 of Betrayal and Vows

I can see the war in her eyes. Fear battling desire. She knows this is dangerous. We both do. But I'm past caring about consequences.

"You're getting married in two weeks," I say, my voice rough. "To him."

Her breath catches. "Yes."

I cage her against the sink; my hands braced on either side of her. She's trembling, but not from fear. I can smell that strawberry scent that's haunted me every night since the last time I saw her.

"Anton, please?—"

“I know.”

She closes her eyes. "I think about you every day."

Something primal roars through me. "Me too.”

My mouth crashes against hers again. This time she doesn't hesitate. Her arms wind around my neck, pulling me closer. I lift her onto the counter, stepping between her legs. The silver dress rides up her thighs.

"God, you're beautiful," I growl against her throat. "Do you know what you've done to me?"

She arches against me. "Show me."

I pull back to look at her. The black wig is slightly askew, revealing a strand of blonde underneath. Her lipstick is smeared. She looks wrecked and perfect.

Someone pounds on the door. "Hey! Open up!"

“Fuck off!” I shout back.

I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh. Her hands go for the buckle on my pants. There’s no time or need for foreplay. There’s been too much foreplay already.

I groan as I push her dress up further, exposing her wet heat to my touch. She gasps and arches into me, her fingers finally undoing the buckle of my jeans. Her nails scrape against my skin as she pushes them down, revealing my hard cock that's been trapped in this prison way too long.

I move closer, rubbing myself against her throbbing clit through the lace of her panties. She moans and spreads her legs wider, inviting me to fuck her. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as she pulls me closer still.

I push the panties aside and slide my fingers over her slick heat. “You’re wet for me,” I whisper.

She whimpers. "I'vebeenwet for you," she breathes against my mouth. “Only you.”

The admission nearly breaks me. I hook my fingers under her panties and tear them off in one swift motion. She gasps at the violence of it, but her eyes darken with need.

"Anton—"

"No more talking."

I position myself at her entrance, feeling how ready she is for me. Our eyes lock. This is it. The moment I've imagined a thousand times.

"Tell me you want this," I demand, needing to hear it.

"I want you," she whispers. "I've always wanted you."

I thrust into her in one hard stroke. She cries out, her head falling back against the mirror. The feel of her wrapped around me is better than any fantasy. Hot. Tight. Perfect.

"Fuck," I growl, staying still for a moment, letting her adjust to me.

I feel like an animal. A feral animal. I’m a good lover. I know how to prepare a woman, but I could not hold back another second.

And I didn’t need to. Her tight sheath squeezes and then relaxes, letting me push in even deeper.

Her legs wrap around my waist. "Move. Please."