Page 72 of Vow of Darkness
It’s a night of primal desire.
That’s when I see Ginevra come into the center. She grabs one of the men to touch her but he pulls back, keeping his eyes on me and Gabriel. A sneer crosses her face.
Good. Let her see this. Let her know that she doesn’t get to just have anything – or anyone – she wants.
Gabriel turns me to face him and captures my lips in a heated kiss. His black suit is still in place, making him look like the most powerful man in the maze.
I know I look like the lost, innocent lamb he’s going to slaughter and I don’t care. I want him to slaughter me. I want him to claim me.
Gabriel picks me up and carries me to the large stone bench right in the middle of the maze. My skin is glowing under the moonlight.
He pushes my dress up to expose my thighs. “Look how beautiful my wife is. And she’s all for me.”
I can see the lust in the eyes of the guest. I’m assuming this is something they don’t get to see often. Gabriel doesn’t let himself be vulnerable in the eyes of other people. They’re all hungry for it. It makes a desire settle deep within me.
Gabriel unclasps the front of my dress so it falls around me, showing my entire naked body underneath. I didn’t bother with a bra or panties. With my high heels on, it all feel so scandalous.
He presses my knees into my chest and parts my legs. “Look at my wife’s pretty little pussy. I’m sure all of you are jealous that only I get to touch it.” I can’t help the wetness that seeps out of me. “And see? She wants this. Poor baby. She’s so wet for me already.” Gabriel straddles the bench and leans down, pressing his mouth right to my nub.
I cry out into the night. A man makes a sound low in his voice. A woman shifts, pressing her legs together. Ginevra frowns harder. I keep my eyes on her as Gabriel pleasures me with his mouth.
I can’t stop myself from moaning as he runs his tongue over my nub again and again and again. My hips buck into his face. All the while I don’t look away from Ginevra. Her scowl deepens and deepens.
This is what she gets for trying to take my husband.
It startles me – this darkness inside of my soul. It’s a darkness that Gabriel has brought out in me.
I finally look away from her and stare up at the sky as Gabriel continues to eat me out. His lips and tongue lick all over my folds. He grips my thighs, spreading them wider.
I can feel the energy in the air. The lust. The darkness.
Gabriel nips at my clit until I can’t take it anymore and my first orgasm of the night wracks itself through me. He sits up, not bothering to wipe my wetness from his chin. It makes me blush.
“Look at my innocent little wife.” He runs the back of his hand down my cheek. “She still blushes despite all the ways I’ve taken her. And I am the only one who has taken her.”
“You are a lucky man, Gabriel,” one of the men says.
He laughs darkly. “I know.” Gabriel stands up and unzips his pants, pulling his large cock out. I can hear some of the women gasp. A quick glance shows me that the women want him just as much as I do. Ginevra is practically green at this point.
Gabriel straddles the bench again and grabs my waist, bringing me astride him. I grab his shoulders to steady myself.
“Watch as I claim her,” he announces. With one quick motion, he brings me down hard on his cock. I can’t help but moan and cry at the same time. The pain and pleasure of it is exquisite. It’s too much and yet not enough.
My dress, which is only hanging on by the thin straps on my shoulders, flares out behind me like a cape as Gabriel brings me down onto his cock over and over again.
“Oh,” I moan, dropping my head back. I want to get lost in this moment. I need it more than I need to breathe.
Gabriel runs his lips along my neck and breasts. The other guests just watch. I see all of the other men’s erections grow bigger. One woman begins to touch herself. Another woman presses her legs together, whimpering.
Ginevra continues to watch and continues to look furious.
In one fast motion, Gabriel picks me up, keeping his length inside of me, before laying me on the soft grass. He places my ankles over his shoulders and fucks me harder. I lay back, letting him have his way with me. Letting him claim me completely.
“She is mine,” he growls, thrusting into me so hard, I almost black out. I can’t stop myself from gasping and whimpering and moaning. It’s all too much.
I grab my hair for something to hold onto.
“Fuck,” a man says.
