Forbidden Vows: Chapter 14

Morning finds us hungry for more.

“Where do you get this energy from?” Anton chuckles, his laughter turning to moans of pleasure as I take him in my mouth.

My lips stretch around his cock, already hard and eager to fill me. “Just following your lead,” I say, firmly gripping the base.

“You look gorgeous from this angle,” he says, lovingly looking down at me.

He slides down my throat, quite the effort for me, but I love every inch. I love his soft hazel gaze as I look up at him. He’s mine. All mine. I run one hand across his chiseled chest, letting my fingers play with the short, dark curls. I pinch a nipple as I deep-throat him with growing hunger.

“Hold it,” Anton commands me, gripping me by the back of the head to keep me in position. I gladly obey, tears trickling from the corners of my eyes. Tears of pleasure, unbridled pleasure, as my tender pussy is hot and wet, waiting for his attention. “You were made for me, Eileen. You know that?”

“I’m getting a clue,” I giggle as I lift my head. “Actually, I got plenty of clues throughout the night. Ever since you pulled me out of… oh no!”

“Just remembering our wedding reception?” he laughs.

I feel my cheeks burning as I sit up, my hair draping over my shoulders and tender breasts.

“I wonder what they’ll say.”

“I don’t really care,” Anton replies. “Not when I’ve got you looking like this.”

“Like what?” I mumble.

Outside, the sun rises lazily over the incandescent skyline. Buildings jut from the ground into the pink-blue sky as the world gradually awakens from its slumber. The world, not us. We’re not done here. Not yet.

I feel my husband’s cock twitch in my hand.

“Like a goddess. All mine,” he says, motioning for me to approach. “Come up here.”

“You mean like this?” I innocently ask as I straddle him and slide onto his cock, letting him stretch and fill me to the brim once again.

His eyes roll with raw pleasure. “Fuck, yeah, just like that.”

“I’ve never been on top before.” The words come out before I realize it.

His eyes widen and he stares at me for what feels like forever. Neither of us move, but I can feel him throbbing inside me, growing even bigger while my pulse accelerates with each ragged breath. “What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s not like I had much sexual experience before you came along.”

“Eileen, are you telling me you’ve never ridden a cock before?”

I shake my head slowly. I feel awkward and wonderful, vulnerable and commanding all at once as I glance down at him. He looks so damn handsome from this position. It fills my soul with a newfound power that radiates through every pore.

“We need to remedy that right away, baby,” he says. “Move your hips.”

“Like this?” I moan as I let my hips sway back and forth.

I can feel every inch of him. My pussy wraps around his cock, taking in all of him as the friction against my clit sends electrifying jolts throughout my body. I can feel the buildup between us, the pressure thickening in my core.

“Just like that,” he says, firmly holding my hips to guide me.

Slowly but surely, a rhythm develops. Back and forth I move, my eyes locked on his.

“You’re mine,” I tell him.

“I’m yours, Eileen.” He sits up, and suddenly he’s deeper. I gasp and groan, overwhelmed with raw pleasure as I wrap my arms and legs around him. “And you are mine. All of you. Oh, fuck, I need you to come. Right now.”

“Yes!”

I move faster, clenched tightly around him as the edge sharpens.

My mind melts as I tilt my head back, as he hides his face in my breasts and nuzzles my flesh, while his cock reaches my innermost depths. I let go with a shudder, my climax glazing him with liquid pleasure.

Afterward, we lay in a post-orgasmic haze, my head on his chest as Anton draws slow circles on my back with his index finger.

“The real world awaits,” I mumble.

“Let it.” He sighs deeply. His warmth, his protectiveness are a constant source of heat for my very soul. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”

“Are you saying you’re not done with me yet?” I giggle.

His index and thumb grasp my chin, beckoning me to look up at him. “I’ll never be done with you, Eileen.”

“That sounds fantastic, but I’m serious,” I let a heavy breath roll from my chest. “The real world is still out there.”

“We’ll face it together.”

“That sounds romantic.”

“It’s true.”

“How will this work?” I ask him.

He gives me a curious look. “What?”

“This marriage.”

“I suppose just like any other marriage works, we’ll figure it out one day at a time. Right now, I just want to enjoy this moment, to enjoy you.”

“We’ve got a baby on the way.”

He nods. “It’ll be interesting.”

“I’m scared.”

He tightens his hold on me, his gaze softening. “One day at a time, Eileen.”

“Ciara—”

“Forget about your stepsister, your father, and Sergei fucking Kuznetsov, for once,” he snaps. “You don’t owe them anything, and you never will. You’re my wife now. You’re a Karpov, not just a Donovan. Which means you can be who you were always meant to be.”

I need a moment to wrap my head around that concept. “I don’t know who I’m meant to be, Anton. I’m only just realizing it now.”

“Then let’s start whenever you’re ready,” he replies and kisses me again. I taste myself on his lips. “We don’t have to rush into anything else. There’s been enough of that to last us a lifetime.”

“I guess…”

“I’ve got you, okay?” He resumes his gentle caressing motion down my back. It helps soothe my frayed nerves. “You’re not alone, and you’re not at your father’s mercy anymore either. Give it time, Eileen. We both have quite the road ahead of us. But I’ve got you, and you’ve got me. I meant every word of those vows, and I intend to make sure that my actions match said words.”

It’s my turn to cup his cheek as I melt into him. “I trust you.”

Even as I say the words, there’s still a sliver of doubt persisting somewhere beneath the bottom layers of my consciousness. Fears that have lingered in my heart ever since I was a little girl. Fears built on the hurtful words and actions of the people who were supposed to love and protect me.

I feel as though I’ve just traded one cage for a slightly prettier one, somehow, and I need Anton to prove me wrong.