Page 29 of Fierce Vow


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“You can,” he commands, though he must take pity on me, because his fingers abandon my clit, and drop lower to my entrance. As I watch, my legs spread out as wide as they’ll go, he feeds me one of his fingers. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he bites out, his big frame shuddering against my back. “Let’s see if you can take two.”

Both of our eyes are glued on the mirror, entranced, as his fingers enter me again. The stretch is unmistakable, it comes with a sharp bite of pain, but as soon as Leo’s thumb swipes up over my clit, the pain morphs into something softer, something that spurs a wave of desire within me.

“Leo.” I squirm on his lap, our sweaty bodies now glued together. “I’m ready.”

He kisses my shoulder and adds a third finger, and oh god, the burn is real, but so is my arousal, rippling through my veins.

“You’re ready,” he confirms, nearly panting. “Watch closely” is his last instruction before his hands hook under each of my arms, raising me up a few inches before lowering me. I gasp as the tip of his cock lines up perfectly with my wet, swollen flesh. “This might hurt.” My back flush against his chest, he slides one arm around my waist and then flexes his hips, pushing inside of me.

I cry out because there is pain, but it’s tempered by the view of us joining together. He hisses, “Aly, talk to me.”

But words are beyond me right now. The feel of Leo inside me is sharp and deep. It’s too much and yet not enough. And having a front-row view of him filling me sends my head spinning. Leo looks even bigger in this position, not fully seated inside of me. Holding still, his labored breaths fill my ear.

“I’m good, really good,” I somehow manage to say. The bite of pain between my legs has softened into a feeling of being stretched, of being full of Leo, and even though I can see the smear of red on Leo’s cock, with every flick of my clit, I’m floating, the pleasure winning out over any other sensation.

“Thank fuck,” he chokes before slamming me back down on his cock, impaling me fully. “Touch yourself.”

I reach down and strum my clit, mesmerized by the view in the mirror of Leo buried inside me, his left hand squeezing my right breast, his other hand grasping my knee, holding on like it’s the only thing stopping him from floating up into space.

“This is so fucking hot,” he groans, transfixed by the sight of us joined. “You’re doing so good, Aly. Taking me so fucking good. I’m going to flood your tight little pussy with my cum.” His words of praise coupled with the way he’s thrusting up into me is all that’s needed to drag me to the point of no return. A moan slips past my lips as I start to quiver, his hand tracing a path down my body. Heat touches the hollow of my neck as he whispers against my flushed skin, “Come for me, butterfly.”

Leo’s hand replaces my own, circling my clit with a deftness that my fingers don’t possess. Swirl, swirl, flick, rub… I can’t begin to catalog exactly what he’s doing, I just know that as he thrusts upward, I have to close my eyes, and give in as waves of sensation escalate. My back arches as my climax hits, and I cry out.

“Look at me as I fill you,” Leo commands. Heat pools low in my belly at the sight that meets me. He looks so big behind me, so dominant, as he pulls my hair to the side, panting against my skin before I feel him release himself inside of me. I’m desperate for all he has to give me.

Once the waves subside, I sink back against him, my body loose, exhaustion creeping into my bones. I can’t help but wince as he gently lifts me off his cock but leaves me in his lap, legs wide.

“Are you sore?” he murmurs, his sturdy arms cradling me from behind.

It’s pretty obvious, so I don’t bother trying to sugarcoat it. “Yes.”

“Good.” His eyes flash with something hot and possessive. “Look at what a mess we made.” He swipes between my legs, showing me his cum mixed with my virgin blood. I don’t know if I should be mortified or turned-on. Could it be possible to be a bit of both?

“I bled all over you,” I say, attempting to close my legs, but his hands are in the way, holding me wide open.

“Don’t you dare get embarrassed by what you just gave me.” He gently swivels my face towards him, so our lips are practically touching. “Thank you, Aly. That was incredible.” Fuck. He’s not wrong. “I’m going to take care of you now,” he promises, lifting me up into his arms.

Despite my earlier bluster, what we shared was super intense and I’m feeling vulnerable right now. But Leo doesn’t allow me to spiral. He kisses my head, cradling me to his chest like I’m precious, before he lowers me onto his bed. “Rest, I’ll be right back.”

As I close my eyes, he disappears into the bathroom, and the sound of running water fills the room. Moments later, he’s back with a glass of water, aspirin, and a warm wet cloth that he gently applies between my legs. I hiss. Without the racing hormones to distract me, fire erupts between my thighs.

Leo whispers comforting words in my ears, telling me the heat will soothe the bite of pain, which it eventually does. Moments later, he’s lying beside me, and I’m gathered into his arms. “Did you enjoy your first lesson, butterfly?”

“Yes,” I admit, smiling in the dark. And then I have to ask. “Why,butterfly? Where did that name come from?”

“Because you’ve reinvented yourself. Emerged from your chrysalis a whole new woman. The old Aly wouldn’t have asked me for sex lessons. But this new creature, she’s something else.” He nuzzles into my neck, sending shivers coasting down my spine.

“I like that,” I admit, my eyes feeling heavy. “Can we do this again?”

His laugh is a low rumble in my ear. “Yeah, that can be arranged.”

Lulled by his heartbeat under my ear, I drift towards sleep. His fingers threading with mine is the last thing I’m aware of before I go under.

CHAPTERTWELVE

LEO

At 9 p.m. sharp,Alyona materializes on deck. She’s breathtaking in a light-blue silk dress with a halter tie around her neck, and fuck, I’m not even convinced she’s wearing a bra with the way her nipples are standing at attention through the barely there material. Her jet-black hair, styled straight, is slicked back from her face.

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