Page 149 of Temporary Vows

He steps closer and cups my face. “Just kiss me.”

For the smallest fraction of a second, I hesitate.

For the smallest fraction of a second, I hesitate. Not because I don’t want to. Because I do.Desperately. But this feels like standing on the edge of something I might not come back from.

I blink. Then his lips are on mine, making the decision for me.

All the rage storming through me dissolves on contact, and I melt into him. He slips an arm around me, pulling me flush against his chest. The rapid beat of his heart collides with mine, and for the first time, I feel him. The real him. The raw version of him. The beautiful parts I used to imagine when I thought of him as Dorian Gray. The parts no painting could ever capture.

My thoughts scatter when he deepens the kiss, walking me backward toward the sofa.

“I want you,” he whispers against my lips. “Right here. Right now.”

I answer with another kiss, giving in to the pull of my own desire.

He groans at the impact, but drags his mouth from mine long enough to guide me the rest of the way to the sofa. Once we’re there, he pushes me down and practically tears off my top. Then we’re kissing again.

Kissing and pulling at each other’s clothes. Peeling them away layer by layer until we’re both naked and desperate for more.

He guides me onto my hands and knees, then drives his massive cock deep inside me from behind.

A violent shock tears through me the instant I feel him. Then heat races over my skin when he starts thrusting into me.

He moves deep and rough and fast, building a relentless rhythm that claims every part of me.

The lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, along with the broken sounds of our pleasure. It mutes everything else in my mind until there is nothing but him.

Dorian fucks me like he owns every part of me. Like he wants me and hates how much he wants me. And God help me, I feel owned.

This isn’t just anger anymore. It isn’t even lust. It’s something that feels dangerously close to surrender.

I come, crying out as pleasure rips through me and his name tears from my throat.

“Your pussy loves my cock, little Lamb,” he taunts against my ear. “Don’t worry. There’s so much more where that came from.”

He makes good on the promise, giving me more of what I never realized I was so desperate for.

Another wild orgasm crashes through me, sweeping through my body like a storm and leaving me wrecked. Mindless moans spill out of me as I writhe against him, spent but still aching for more.

With one deep grunt, he drives into me even harder, even faster, and then we’re both coming.

Pleasure rockets through me, so intense I feel it in my bones before it floods through every nerve ending.

I will never recover from this.

Dorian stills inside me, and I feel the warmth of his release filling me.

He breathes into my hair, then grips my waist and slides his hand across to the flat of my stomach.

“We’re not done yet,” he mutters into my ear.

I turn my head, and the scruff of his beard scrapes my cheek. “We aren’t?”

He shakes his head and gives me a boyish smile that feels at odds with everything that just happened. “No, Mrs. Vale. I want you in my bed.”

In one swift move, he pulls out of me and scoops me into his arms.

We fall into another kiss as he carries me to his room, and somewhere beneath the wreckage of my pulse and breath and tangled thoughts, I know this changes everything.