Page 88 of Brutal Vows

I drop my forehead to hers, her words spreading a warm glow through me. Nobody has ever needed me like this before.

“I’ll go slow.” I test her with my fingers, entering her tight, velvet heat, feeling the scar tissue where she ripped. She rolls her hips into my hand, so eager, and I smother a chuckle by kissing her. “I’m not rushing this, princess,” I say between kisses. “Let’s first see if you can take me.”

“I can take you, trust me. Let me remind you, I pushed⁠—”

“Don’t remind me,” I hush her with a kiss as I fist my cock, aligning it with her sex. “Just you and me. No barriers. Us. This. Now.” Nothing else. For a few sweet hours, I will live my dream.

I push into her, and she gasps, so I still. “You good?”

It’s her first time in so long, and I want to be gentle with her, but with all my piercings, my cock isn’t made for this type of gentle. It’s made for intense sensation.

“Yes,” she breathes, wrapping her legs around me, anchoring me in place.

“Good. Speak to me, okay?” I lean up, find purchase on one hand as I trace her cheek with my other. Like this, I can stare into her eyes, watch every reaction to every barbell in my ladder piercings as I enter her, half an inch at a time.

“Don’t stop.”

“Hmm.” I go slowly, sliding in deeper with every push, before pulling back and stopping just before I slide out.

She’s tight, her body protesting, but she wants this. Her one hand wanders up my chest and over my shoulder, as the other clings to my elbow.

“Holy fuck, Luca,” she whispers when I’m fully sheathed, the curve of my pelvis rocking into her clit and piercing, the back of my cock upping sensation in her passage with every thrust.

“Feel how well you take me, Milana. So fucking perfect. Such a good girl,” I groan as I thrust with more vigor, still holding back, giving her time to adjust to my body.

I lean up and balance on one arm, and she looks down as I widen her legs even more by pressing her one knee up and to the side.

“You are so fucking hot,” she whimpers, reaching for my stomach and tracing the contours of my six-pack.

I can feel tension gathering in her body, and I plunge forward again, grinding into her now, focusing on a rhythm that will get her there. “Come for me, princess.”

It doesn’t take long. She seems to tumble into her orgasm as I thrust into her again and it’s so fucking sweet and wet and humbling as she brings my mouth down to hers, drowning me in a kiss that floods along my spine with my own need for release.

“Fuck,” I growl, pinching my eyes closed, holding still, forcing myself to relish each ripple of her orgasm as I hold off my own. I feel her come down and I hold my stance. “Jesus. Close call.” For the first time in my life, I played Superman, stopping a bullet train in its tracks, breaking out in a sweat with the effort. “Holy fucking hell.”

“You didn’t come?” she says, her voice somewhat in awe but accusative too.

“No. Hold still,” I croak out. “I’m not done.” Breathe. “With you.” Breathe. “I want to make you come again.” Breathe. “Just like this.”

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MILANA

The aftershocks of my orgasm still echo through my body, but this beautiful man is leaning over me, eyes closed, holding back his own pleasure…so he could pleasure me again. The strain in his jaw, the flex in his arms as he just stalls in place makes me push up into him.

“Luca,” I murmur, reaching for his face, tracing a line from his chin to his collarbone. “Let go. It’s fine.”

With a deprecating chuckle, he pulls out of me, deliberately slow, and I feel every piercing as they tug against me. He lowers his weight, trapping his cock between my soft belly and his ripped abdomen.

“You can come again, princess,” he says with a smile between kisses. “And I love edging myself like this.”

Sweet torment. I have no clue what I started, but God yes. Let’s have this night, just us. Memories to carry us into the dark horizon.

He rolls onto his side and gathers me to him and I kiss him as his hands roam my body, slow, sensual, seeming to have no goal but to worship me through touch.

“How did you tumble into my life? Hmm?” he murmurs against my skin, softly stroking, exploring, making me hum, my body begging for his again.

“A bit of Bratva bravado with some Mafia madness?” I joke, floating on a post-coital haze that seems only to retract so it can come back in a bigger wave.