Page 45 of Vows and Vendettas


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SERGIO

She’s a vision of beauty and innocence, one I want to protect and tarnish. Her gray eyes are large and filled with a sense of wonder and a little confusion. Is it possible that she doesn’t understand what she does to me? Does she not know how much I want her?

Part of me can’t believe she allowed me to peel her clothes from her and as I cover her body with mine, everything in me screams to feel her skin against my own. I know she’d be soft, so fucking soft. I left my clothes on because it would shred the last remaining bit of my control.

“I want you so fucking badly, Marigold,” my voice is deep and husky.

“Please,” she murmurs, and I feel myself getting a little closer to the edge.

I peer down at her, taking in the darker gray flecks in her eyes and the way she looks up at me with hope and something a little sweeter, a little deeper. She’s right here with me. She’s safe; I didn’t lose her today.

When I press my lips to hers, I intend for it to be a sweet kiss, but her lips part with a gasp and I get a taste of how fucking sweet she is. My tongue immediately invades her mouth as I deepen the kiss and I’m lost to it. Lost to her.

The kiss is pure fire and burns me from the inside out. My hands cup her cheeks before ghosting down her face and neck, over her shoulders and down her body. There is a need inside of me to explore every inch of her, to worship her.

It’s a feeling I’m not used to. Women have always been a means to an end and not much more, but everything is different with Marigold. I want to know the different sounds she makes when I touch her in different places. I want to watch passion and bliss and pleasure wash over her face, and I want to know it’s all because of me.

When I break the kiss, we’re both breathing heavily, and I look into her eyes to find her pupils blown wide. I nip and kiss across her jaw and down her neck, biting harder where her neck and shoulder meet. I have a primal need to mark her as mine, sink my teeth deeper to make sure everyone knows who she belongs to.

Marigold arches her back and gasps as she moves her head to give me more access. “You’re mine,” I growl, and she mewls in response.

As I explore her body with my lips, I move down her chest and am met with her perfect tits. They’re firm and round, topped with hardened peaks which are begging for my mouth. When I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, her delicate fingers grip my shoulders as her moans fill the room around us.

I’ve never brought a woman back to my place. I’ve always viewed it as a place that was only mine, a sanctuary where nothing could touch me. When I met Marigold, I could picture her sharing the space with me and I knew we could make it into something it had never been before—a home.

A vision of her belly round with my baby slams into me and my cock jerks in my pants, pre-cum leaking from the tip. The need to bury myself deep inside of her is almost too much, but I need to taste more of her first. She will always get her pleasure before my own.

“Sergio,” she moans, “I want to feel you too. I want to be able to touch your skin,” there’s a plea in her voice and I’m almost powerless against it. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“I can’t,” I grit out through my teeth after I release her nipple from my mouth. “If I take my clothes off, I’m going to bury my cock inside of you.”

“I want it,” she breathes, “need it.”

I groan, but shake my head violently, trying to keep the fog of lust from invading all my senses. “Not yet,” I bark before biting down on one of her hard nipples and making her yelp.

She doesn’t tell me to stop. She doesn’t pull away. The vixen underneath me, the one who seems so fucking shy that it’s almost painful, arches her back to press more of her flesh into my mouth as her nails dig into my skin through my clothing.

My body hums with my need for her, but I force myself to move down her body, my mouth skimming over her, tasting as I go. My hands travel across her skin, kneading and warming her flesh as I feast on her.

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. She’s everything I’ve been looking for, even though I had no idea she existed or that she was what I would need. I figured my job, my devotion to the Agosti family, would be enough, but now I know it’s not and it never will be.

Marigold. Only she will be enough for me and it’s far more than I deserve.

“I’m going to bury my tongue in your pretty pussy, Marigold.” She sucks in a sharp breath and it’s like listening to a choir sing. “Then you’re going to come in my mouth like a good girl. Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she keens.

“Fuck,” I mutter, “I can smell how wet your sweet cunt is for me, piccola bellezza.”

She gasps and I look up her body and watch as she blushes. Her breathing goes ragged, and I can’t help but grin against her skin as I grip the inside of her thighs and part her legs to make room for my shoulders. When I settle on the bed, my gaze travels down her body until I’m staring at my woman’s perfect pussy.

I bury my face between her thighs, using my tongue to swipe a path between her lips, collecting her taste on my tongue. Groaning, I taste her again. “I could live between your thighs,” I murmur and her hips jolt.

“Sergio,” she draws my name out on a moan as I start to eat her out.

I’m gentle at first, something about my woman screaming at me to ease her into this and everything I’m going to demand of her, but it doesn’t take long before I’m slurping at her and almost snarling against her wet flesh. I’m instantly addicted to her taste and know I’m going to need to have access to her anytime I want in order to keep my sanity.

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