Page 123 of Vow

Andino pushed Haven back on the bed in one of the many spare bedrooms in this particular wing of the mansion. The skirt of her dress was shoved up over her hips, and he caught sight of pale lace between the heaven that was her thighs. He couldn’t help but lean in closer to get a taste of her pussy and that lace at the same time. She was tart, and hot, and sweet. It made his mouth water with the need for more. She laughed as he pulled back just enough to yank those damn panties down her legs.

“Pretty sure this was not supposed to be a part of the tour!”

“But do you want me to stop?”

Haven tensed on the bed, whispering, “Please don’t.”

He chuckled, and went back to his task. Nothing pleased him more.

This hadn’t been a part of the tour, but when he went looking for her and realized that he had a chance … Andino took it. All it required was a look at his cousins, and the women scattered to leave him alone with Haven.

A minute later, and he had her on a bed.

Perfect.

No one was going to come looking for them. And even if they did, they safely had a while before they would be found. Andino was going to make good use of that time. He had a lot of missing days to make up for.

“Fuck,” Haven whined. “Andino.”

Her back arched high off the bed when he finally got his mouth on her bare pussy. She was waxed again—smooth under his lips and tongue. It allowed him to taste the flavor of her arousal but so much more, too. The salt on her skin, and the way her blood rushed to the surface when he sucked her sweet little clit between his lips hard. As much as he wanted to keep his attention focused on the throbbing bud, he moved down to get another good taste of her.

Her hands thrusted into his hair, and threaded along the strands. He didn’t even mind the sting of her fingernails scraping along his scalp. That only made him harder. And as it was, his dick was painfully fucking hard and trying to punch a hole through his goddamn jeans.

Just to get some relief, he pumped his hips against the curve of her leg while he took his time enjoying the spread between her thighs. A pretty pink pussy, and all its offerings.

Hot.

Wet.

So ready.

“Yes … God, yes, eat that pussy.”

He loved her like this.

Wild, unbidden, and so fucking wanton.

He loved the way she looked underneath him. All the colorful art on her thighs gleaming from her perspiration, and dampness. He’d messed up those curls of hers, but who fucking cared?

She looked good anyway.

Haven came hard, and fast. Shaking all over, and heating up again. He was shoving his pants down before she’d even stopped calling his name, and he kissed a path from her pussy up to her throat as she helped him remove that dress.

It only took a shift of her body with his, and one of his arms grabbing her around the waist to pull her closer, and he was thrusting inside her cunt. The place he wanted to be the very most.

It’d been way too long.

“Fuck, yeah,” he grunted against her throat. Haven’s legs wrapped around him like a vise—tight, and unwilling to let him go. It kept his cock so goddamn deep in her that he couldn’t breath. She squeezed him like a glove—all those soft, wet muscles inside her pussy driving him wild with each aftershock of her orgasm. He kissed her neck, taking a taste of her skin there, too. And then her mouth. “Fucking give it to me—give it all to me, Haven.”

He shifted back on the bed, and took her with him before threading his fingers through her soft hair. Sitting up with his legs flat to the mattress, and hers wrapped around him, all she could do was rock her hips back and forth to get what she wanted from him.

It was still delirious.

Still amazing.

“Missed you,” she whispered, her head falling back as he kissed her chin and throat. “God, I missed you.”

“Love you.”