Page 34 of Chains and Vows

He smiles, then drops his head to capture my nipple between his lips. The wet heat of his mouth sends electricity shooting straight to where we're joined. He sucks hard, drawing the sensitive peak deeper, while maintaining those maddeningly slow, grinding thrusts.

My hands find his shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch and flex as he moves above me. I trail my fingernails down the expanse of his back, tracing the inked angels and demons battling across his skin. I drag them harder on the way back up, leaving faint red trails I know he'll feel tomorrow.

"That's it," he murmurs against my breast, shifting to lavish attention on the other nipple. "Mark me up, Savannah. Show me who I belong to."

I arch my hips up, meeting his next thrust, taking him impossibly deeper. The change in angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside me, and I gasp, my body tightening around him.

"Legion," I breathe, my nails digging harder into his skin as I try to pull him closer, deeper. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"Oh, don't worry, baby. I won't be stoppin'."

Legion's rhythm changes. Gone is the teasing. This is his real pace—deliberate, measured, like he's claiming me with each stroke. He's propped up on one arm, his other hand brushing hair from my face, his gaze locked on mine.

"I want to watch you come," he says, voice rough like gravel. "I want to see what I do to you."

I nod, unable to form words as he rolls his hips in that way that has me gasping. Every thrust hits that spot inside me that makes my vision blur.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this," he continues, words washing over me like warm honey. "Spread open for me. Taking my cock so good."

My fingers dig into his biceps, feeling the muscles flex with each controlled movement. I'm climbing toward something massive, something that has my thighs trembling.

"That's it, baby. Let me see it. Let me see you fall apart."

I can feel it building—that slow, inexorable wave starting deep in my core and radiating outward. My breath comes in short gasps. My toes curl against the sheets.

"Right there," I manage to say. "Don't stop, don't⁠—"

The orgasm rolls through me like thunder—not the sharp, sudden crash of our usual desperate coupling, but something deeper, more consuming. A moan tears from my throat as my body pulses around him, wave after endless wave. My back arches, hips lifting to take him deeper, fingernails leaving marks in his skin.

Legion watches every second, eyes burning into mine as I writhe beneath him.

"Fuck," he growls, his rhythm finally faltering as my body clenches around him. He shifts, pulling my legs higher around his waist, changing the angle. His thrusts become more purposeful, more focused. I can feel him getting harder inside me, his breathing changing.

His hand finds my breast, squeezing roughly as his movements become more urgent, possessive. The calluses on his palm catch against my nipple, sending tiny electric jolts down to where we're joined.

I'm still sensitive from my orgasm, every nerve ending lit up and vibrating, aftershocks rippling through me with every thrust.

My body can't decide if it's too much or not enough, and I arch into him anyway, wanting everything he has to give.

"Take it all," I whisper.

His breathing changes, hot against my skin, and I know he's close. I wrap my legs tighter, ankles crossing at the small of his back, pulling him deeper. This is all I've ever wanted—Legion, unraveling inside me, coming apart in my arms.

He buries his face in my neck, his stubble scratchin' against my throat as he lets out a deep, primal groan that vibrates through my chest. I feel every pulse, every throb as he empties inside me, hot, and thick, and perfect.

My name slides from his lips like a prayer—half-formed and reverent. The weight of him pressing me into the mattress feels like being anchored to earth when I might otherwise float away.

I clench around him deliberately, squeezing in rhythm, milking every last drop. My body knows what to do even when my mind is scattered.

I run my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, loving the heavy, solid weight of him as he collapses against me, his heartbeat thundering against mine.

Legion collapses beside me, pulling my back against his chest. His come is leaking out between my thighs, a warm reminder of what just happened between us.

I don't care about the mess.

Not even a little.

This sticky, sweaty moment is something I want tattooed on my memory forever—the weight of his arm draped over my waist, his breath hot against my neck, his heartbeat still hammering against my spine.