Page 32 of Chains and Vows

Just her weight on me, her heat wrapped around my fingers, my cock in her hand, and the sound of us together fillin' up the dark like somethin' holy.

"Put me inside you," I say. "I want to be in you deep."

Savannah's hands come up to my face, gentle. One on each cheek. She says, "Yes," in this low, sexy voice. Then she kisses me and lifts her hips up.

Savannah rises up on her knees, hoverin' above me, her eyes locked on mine as she takes my cock in her hand. She's so fuckin' beautiful, hair fallin' around her face like a curtain, her skin glowin' golden in the lantern light.

She sinks down slow, inch by deliberate inch, and the tight heat of her makes my hands shake where they're grippin' her thighs. I watch her take me, watch that perfect pussy swallow me up until I'm buried to the hilt inside her.

"Jesus Christ," I groan, the words scraped raw from my throat. "You feel like heaven, ya know that? Like every good thing I never thought I'd get to have."

My hands slide up her body, cupping her tits, feeling their weight in my palms. I squeeze, not gentle but not cruel either, just enough pressure to make her breath catch. Her nipples harden against my thumbs as I roll them, pinch them, making her squirm on my cock.

Savannah's eyes are half-closed now, her hips starting to roll against mine, her pussy clenching around me like she's tryin' to pull me even deeper inside.

"I love how wet your pussy gets for me." I slide one hand down to where we're joined, my thumb finding her clit. "So fuckin' wet, so eager. You got the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted, you know that? Could eat you for hours and never get enough."

She moans, her pace quickening, trying to ride me harder, faster, but I grip her hips with both hands, fingers digging in deep enough to leave marks. I hold her still, forcing her to take my cock at the pace I set, slow and deep.

"Not yet," I tell her, voice rough. "Gonna make this last."

"Legion, please,” she whimpers, fighting against my hold.

"I know what you need, baby." I keep her pinned, keep her from chasing that rush. "I'll give ya everythin'. No worries. Be patient."

I roll my hips up into her, hitting that spot deep inside that makes her whole body tighten around me. Her fingers curl against my chest, nails leaving half-moon marks on my skin.

I slide my hands up Savannah's sides, grippin' her hips, and flip her over in one smooth move. Her breath catches, surprised but not scared, as I press her back into the quilts. Her hair fans out across the pillows, golden in the lantern light, as I nudge her legs apart with my hands. She opens for me, thighs fallin' wide, exposin' that perfect pussy that's already slick and swollen, waiting for my mouth.

I settle between her legs, breathin' her in first. Then I lower my head and run my tongue through her folds, slow and deliberate, gathering her taste.

"Legion," she moans, her fingers threading into my hair, trying to guide me where she needs me most. "Please."

I ignore her beggin' and just keep lickin' in long, lazy strokes, dipping just barely inside her entrance, then retreating.

Teasin'. Tauntin'. Making her wait for it.

Her hips buck up, searching for more contact, more pressure, more anything. I press my palms against her thighs, holding her open and still. Controlling exactly how much pleasure she gets.

"Baby, please," she whimpers, her grip in my hair tightening, almost painful as she tries to drag my mouth where she wants it. "I need more."

I slide a finger inside her, but not deep. Just enough to feel how tight she is, how her walls clench around me, hungry and desperate. I pump slow, so fuckin' slow, still avoiding her clit with my tongue.

"You're torturing me," she accuses, voice strained and breathless.

I lift my head just enough to look up the length of her body, meet those blue eyes gone dark with frustration. "You're free to torture me like this any time you want," I tell her, my voice rough with my own need.

Her hips buck again, chasing my mouth as it retreats. I can feel her gettin' wetter around my finger, can see how badly she needs to come.

She's beautiful like this. I like her desperate and needy.

I finally take mercy on her, lowering my mouth directly over her clit. The sound she makes when my tongue touches that sensitive spot is almost enough to make me come untouched.

I circle it slow at first, then faster, more pressure, while pushing my finger deep inside her at the same time.

Her back arches off the bed, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. Her hands in my hair aren't guiding anymore—they're holding on for dear life as I work her toward the edge.

"Legion," she gasps, my name on her lips a prayer and a curse all at once. "Don't stop, don't stop."