Page 6 of Chains and Vows

Legion repositions behind me, taking me with him. Pullin’ me up off the bed.

My thighs are still trembling from the aftershocks when he lies back on the soft shaggy rug next to the bed and pulls me down onto his waiting mouth with a hunger that makes my breath catch in my throat.

One flick of his tongue and I am gaspin'. "Oh my God," I moan, as his tongue breaks me apart. Moving in slow, deliberate circles as my body quivers above him.

His lips seal around my clit, and then he's sucking me off exactly the way I did him. My thighs shake uncontrollably on either side of his face, and I have to brace myself against the bed to keep from collapsin'.

Before I can think about it, my hips are moving. Forward and back, sliding my pussy across his face. Grinding down as his tongue works magic between my folds.

I just came seconds ago, but I'm already climbing that mountain again, my body hungry for more of him in a way I've never experienced with anyone else.

He's relentless as I ride his face like it's his cock. Then I feel his fingers, slick with my arousal, tracing upward. He's gentle but there's nothing hesitant in the way he drags my wetness up to the entrance of my ass. Testin’ and teasin’.

He gets just the tip of his finger inside and I gasp, the intrusion unexpected but not unwelcome. It burns slightly, that unfamiliar stretch, but it's nothing compared to the pleasure still radiating from his tongue against my clit.

"God, yes," I breathe, my voice barely recognizable. "Don't stop."

Legion works me with control. Circling the sensitive pucker, applying pressure in increments small enough that I can adjust, large enough that I feel every millimeter of progress.

The desire is still building, cresting, but this new sensation keeps me hovering just below the peak. I'm suspended in that exquisite space between almost and not yet.

"You like that, baby?" he murmurs between my legs, the vibration of his voice sending shivers up my spine. "You want more?"

"Yes," I whisper, then louder, more demanding: "Fuck yes. I want all of you. Every way I can have you."

I'm shocked at my own words, and then, in that same moment, I catch sight of myself in a mirror propped against the wall. I don't even recognize myself. This woman with long messy hair, naked and flushed pink, desperate and writhing on an outlaw biker's face, begging for his finger in her ass.

I don't recognize her, but I'm glad she's here.

"Deeper," I urge him, my fingers fisting in the comforter, face pressed hard against the side of the mattress. "Please, Legion, I need⁠—"

His finger slides all the way inside my ass in one smooth motion, and my words dissolve into a guttural moan as my body adjusts to the fullness, the strange delicious pressure from inside.

Legion's finger works deeper inside me, stretching and exploring in a way that makes my breath catch. I'm hanging suspended between pleasure and that delicious burning sensation, when suddenly he withdraws completely. The emptiness is immediate—a loss that leaves me whimpering.

"Stand up," Legion commands, his voice rough with desire.

I rise on tremblin’ legs, feeling unsteady as a newborn colt. My panties slide the rest of the way down my thighs, pooling at my ankles before I step free of them.

We're both naked now, nothin’ between us but breath and heat and eighteen years of wanting.

Legion comes at me with purpose, his hands framing my face. The kiss is fierce, claimin’—I taste myself on his lips and tongue, tangy and intimate. There's something profoundly erotic about it, about knowing exactly where his mouth has been. I moan into the kiss, pressin’ my bare breasts against the solid wall of his chest.

When he pulls back, his eyes are midnight dark. "How do you want me to fuck you?" The question hangs between us, heavy with possibility.

"You can put your cock inside me any way you want," I whisper, my voice barely audible even in the quiet room.

"No." His tone is fierce and demandin’. "You choose."

I bite my lip, uncertainty flickering through me. We've only gone there once, and Legion wasn't gentle. It was almost punishment sex. I wasn't ready then, not really. But now?

"My ass," I say finally, the words coming out breathless but certain. "I want you to fuck my ass."

His eyes search mine, looking for hesitation or fear. He won't find any. I trust him completely—maybe the only person in my life I've ever truly given that to. Whatever demons live inside him, whatever violence shapes his hands, I know he'll take care of me.

"Crawl up on the bed," he says, his voice deeper now, almost a growl. "On your hands and knees. Face in the pillow, ass in the air."

Heat floods through me at the command. I climb onto the bed, positionin’ myself exactly as he instructed and present my ass to him. I'm completely exposed, utterly vulnerable.