Page 20 of Forbidden Vow

She wiggled beneath him, but like she wanted more. This wasn’t going the way he anticipated.

“Don’t,” she swallowed, and he watched the delicate wave of her throat, the urge to place his tongue there growing. “Don’t treat me like your other women. Using the same lines.”

Darius, too shocked to speak, realized he was guilty as accused. The words might have been the same, but not the feelings. What he felt in his soul was only for Raven.

“Not even possible, babe. My heart won’t let me.”

“Then make love with me.”

He hung his head, sorry he’d made her feel anything other than special. In his mind, he thought about how magnificent it felt to be welcomed inside her body, to lose himself in her softness for hours.

“Let’s get these clothes off.”

Once they were both naked, and him sheathed in a condom, Darius didn’t waste time. When she reached for him, he kissed her. Their tongues dueled for long, slow seconds. She tasted of warm tea and smelled of soft spice. He loved everything about this moment…the feel, the taste, the scent, her naked body-different from before, yet perfect. He sampled her skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to the gentle valley between her breasts. Seeing her dark berry nipples, he sucked one into his mouth.

“More, Darius.”

Laving at her other nipple, he kneaded the tender flesh, massaging the fullness of her swells, down her stomach, until she reached nirvana. Her feminine juices helped him to part her folds with ease.

“This time we’ll go hard and fast.”

She pumped her hips against the palm of his hand. She felt the same hunger that tore at him.

“I don’t care,” she panted, “just fuck me.”

With one hand, she clung to his neck, with the other, she grabbed at his cock.

“Now, Darius.”

With one hand, he pushed her thighs farther apart to reveal her sex. Covering her body with his, he glided his condom-covered head through her slickness. “I don’t want to hurt.”

“You won’t,” she reassured, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist.

Their past had been riddled with missteps, most of them his. Having her regret this night because he had rushed things was not an option.

Raven began to gyrate her hips, and Darius about lost it. Then she did it again, tempting him. He dropped her body lower and slammed home, driving his cock to the hilt. When she moaned, he covered her mouth with his to capture the sound.

“Fuck, Raven,” he groaned, enraptured in the tight suck of her pussy. “You squeezing my cock, babe.”

“You like it?”

Darius angled his hips, pulled back, and then thrust in again. “Love it,” he pushed out.

“Then,” she angled her ass, and then thrust up, matching his power with her own, “take me.”

And take, he did. Darius plunged inside Raven, over and over. Not thinking, not stopping, not ever losing her again.

“Move in with me,” he rasped between riding her hard and bringing her down slow, only to build the wave of ecstasy again.

Raising up on both elbows, she said, “What?”

“I want you naked, in my bed. Every night.” He drove his shaft deeper, pushing her towards the answer he wanted.

“Darius,” she panted. “I can barely think.” She circled his neck with both arms before locking her ankles behind his back.

“Fuck, yeah. Ride me, babe.”

Teeth clenched, moving in perfect synchronization, Darius lost himself in the sensations. The feel of Raven’s nails digging into his flesh had Darius cursing the pain and praising the pleasure.