Page 49 of Vow

And even if just the look of him wasn’t enough for her … it was how he looked at her. How he took her in with a slow gaze, and the grace of a predator. Like he’d found exactly what was his, and he was coming to get it whether she was ready for him to or not.

He was perfect.

And fucking terrible.

Everything she wanted.

And nothing she could have.

Loving this man had the worst kind of consequences for her. It was unforgiving, and careless. Entirely too reckless, and bad for her health and heart.

There was no escaping it.

She knew it.

Andino let out another one of those hard groans of his that could make her wet from the sound alone when he peeled her panties down her legs. She was soaked—he didn’t need to confirm it for her to feel her arousal dampening her thighs.

Leaning between her spread open thighs, he was quite a sight. His broad shoulders filled the space, and his gaze was trained on her pussy. His tongue peeked out to swipe over his bottom lip, and that only served to make Haven shiver.

“Let me hear all of it,” he murmured. “I want it all. It’s mine.”

Like this, it was.

She could give him that much.

The second his mouth connected with her pussy, Haven’s body reacted on its own. Her back arched hard off the bed, and her hands flew out to find anything for stability. That just happened to be his shoulders.

Not that he seemed to care.

Andino was too busy eating her pussy like it was the last meal he was ever going to have to notice how hard her fingernails dragged across his skin. Every strike of his tongue against her clit accompanied one of those husky, approving groans of his.

Nothing made Haven hotter than that.

Just by his noise, she knew he loved the taste of her cunt on his mouth. It was only made better by his hands pressing hard against her thighs to open her up more, and the way he buried his face even firmer between her thighs.

He went back and forth between working her clit, to tunneling that tongue of his inside her slit. Licking and lapping up every bit of her juices, and keeping her thighs open for him all the while. Even when her gasps turned into high cries, he didn’t let up.

He only drifted away from her pussy just long enough to say, “Fucking shake for me, Haven. Scream for me.”

Those delicious sparks were back to light up her skin when his mouth was on her cunt again. They made her hot, and took away her breath. It didn’t matter how much air she tried to suck into her lungs, it wasn’t enough.

Every inhale burned.

Every exhale ached.

Heat shot through her body like a raging inferno.

She came so hard. Shouting his name just like he wanted, and entirely spun. Unable to catch her breath, and with her thoughts a jumbled mess.

Haven barely even registered being flipped over, and it was only when Andino’s substantial weight pressed into her from behind that her vision started to clear.

“Deep breath,” she heard him say. “And trust me.”

She did.

It was all she could manage to do.

Silk wrapped around her throat in two tight loops. Haven didn’t even have to ask what it was—his tie. A twist of his hand at the back of her neck, and the tie tightened more. Not to a painful point, but enough that her breaths were measured, and her body felt like hot lava.