Page 106 of Temporary Vows

Thick fingers dig into my hips, and the scent of him washes over me, undoing me from the inside out.

This is a kiss that rivals all kisses, even the ones we’ve previously shared. It’s the mindfuck on crack.

I’m thrown deeper into the mindless pleasure when his cock pushes into my belly, hard and massive. My breath catches. God, he’s aroused. Forme.

Rough stubble grazes my cheeks as he shifts his kisses to my neck and devours the skin there.

His fingers glide over my sides, finding the zipper of my dress and pulling it down. The dress drifts down my body, and I gasp when he brushes over my bare skin.

The dress has a built-in bra, so the instant the fabric falls away, my breasts are exposed to him.

Before I can take my next breath, his hands are on them, squeezing, kneading, caressing. Then his thumbs roll over my nipples, making the already tight peaks almost painful to touch.

“Fuck, Elodie,” he groans. “Look at these.” He squeezes harder, and I moan, my lips parting for air. “They’re begging for my tongue.”

He leans down further, flicking his tongue across the tops of my breasts, then his mouth closes over my right nipple.

And damn me, I find myself pushing into him so he can give me more. He does, answering the overpowering craving with his possessive suckle.

Around and around, he strokes my nipple, sending streaks of scorching pleasure cascading through my body. It’s so intense I press my head back into the wall and moan out loud.

Pleasure pulses down into my core, and I imagine him tasting me everywhere.

He moves to my other breast, and my knees buckle. Quickly, he holds me in place, pressing a steady hand to my hip, then he molds his lips against it and sucks more of the flesh into his mouth.

I’m so lost in what he’s doing to me, I hardly notice him pushing my dress down my hips. It falls the rest of the way, pooling at my feet.

My senses creep back in when he kisses his way down my body and tugs on my panties with his teeth. That wicked smile returns. He looks up at me for a beat, watching me unravel in his arms. Then he rolls my panties down my legs.

He crouches lower, slips them off my feet, and it suddenly hits—I’m naked.

Naked and bare before him in nothing but my heels.

But the look he gives me…

It’s so raw and feral a shudder of anticipation ripples through me and all I can think of what he’s going to do to me next.

“Perfect. Just fucking perfect. You’re even better than what I imagined.” He groans.

I barely register what he said—that he imagined me—before he moves closer to rub his face between my thighs.

“You’re so wet for me. Jesus,” he husks, his voice thick with desire.

Again, I’m speechless.

Spreading my thighs, he pushes his tongue into my entrance and licks over my pussy.

One stroke, two, three, and I’m moaning again.

My orgasm builds fast. It pushes up from my groin into my stomach like the steam from a pressure cooker.

“More. I fucking need more,” he rumbles, then he grabs my ass and lifts me into the air again.

In two long strides, we’re at the breakfast table. He moves everything out of our way with one sweep of his arm. The mats, ornaments, and the salt and pepper shakers go flying, crashing to the floor, before he sets me on top.

“Spread your legs for me, Little Lamb.” His words ignite more fire in me. “Let me see your pretty pussy.”

Bracing myself on my elbows, I spread my legs.