Page 8 of Chains and Vows

"Yes," I gasp, shocked at how different it feels this time—no pain, just this overwhelmin’ pressure buildin’ inside me. "Oh God, right there⁠—"

The orgasm blindsides me, crashing over my body in waves that make me cry out Legion's name. My muscles clench around him, and I can hear his appreciative groan as I tighten and pulse.

I'm practically convulsin’ as he plays with my pussy and I make a strangled sound that's half protest, half plea. The oversensitivity is almost unbearable, but he's pinchin’ that swollen bundle of nerves with precise, relentless pressure that has another climax building on the heels of the first.

"Think you can come for me again?" His voice is rough with exertion, his rhythm never faltering. "Squeeze my cock one more time before I blow?"

My mind fractures from the intensity, from the filthy words in that perfect voice. My fingers twist in the sheets, body taut as a bowstring as pleasure builds higher, sharper. I'm incoherent, nonsense syllables and broken pleas falling from my lips.

All of which answers his question.

The second orgasm hits harder than the first, stealing my breath and makin’ my vision tunnel. I'm still riding that wave when Legion suddenly pulls out, flips me onto my back with startling roughness, and positions himself over me.

His hand works his cock in furious strokes as he comes undone, hot ropes of come shootin’ out and landin’ on my breasts and face.

His expression is pure revelation—jaw clenched, eyes locked on mine, muscles corded with tension.

Legion Kane in this moment is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Without thinking, I slide my fingers into the sloppy mess between my legs and swirl the tips around.

His smile grows as he watches me come apart at the sight of him.

And this, I think, must be what people mean when they say they found heaven on earth.

This man is my heaven.

CHAPTER 3

Savannah and I are lyin' side by side, breathin' hard, sweat coolin' on our skin. Her bed's a fuckin' mess now. Sheets twisted, pillows thrown, evidence of what we've done scattered all around us. My come's all over her chest, her face, smeared between us like warpaint.

Neither of us cares.

There's somethin' holy about the mess we make. Somethin' real. More honest than any church.

I pull her against me, feel the sticky warmth of us pressin' together. Should be gross, this slick press of fluids between us.

It isn't.

It's just evidence. Proof we happened. Proof I got to have this, even if it's just for now, even if it's all temporary. Everything with Savannah feels borrowed. Stolen. Like I'm just keepin' warm in clothes that belong to someone else, waitin' for the real owner to come collectin'.

I run my hand down her spine. Her mouth finds mine, and I kiss her deep, my tongue still tastin' like her pussy. She doesn't hesitate, doesn't pull back. Just opens for me like she always does. Like I'm somethin' worth takin' in. Like the dirt under my nails and the sins in my ledger don't matter when we're skin to skin.

"I love you," I tell her, the words comin' out simple. Too simple. Too small.

They sit there between us, these three tiny words tryin' to carry the weight of mountains, and I realize how rarely I say it. Three words aren't enough for what churns inside me every time I look at her.

I take her face in my hands, thumbs restin' on her cheekbones. They're rough against her silk. I force myself to hold her eyes, even though it burns somethin' awful to be seen this clearly. Like starin' into the sun after years in darkness. "You're the only woman I've ever wanted, Savannah. Only one. There's never been anybody but you." The words are comin' fast now, spillin' out of me like they've been waitin' for permission. "Just you."

I feel my pulse hammerin' in my throat, hard enough she can probably see it.

Her eyes go wet, and my chest aches with it. With her. With everything. With knowin' I'm the reason she cries and also the reason she smiles. It's a debt I can never square, a balance sheet I can't make right.

"The world is yours," I promise her. "Anything in it. I'll tear down mountains. I'll fuckin' build you new ones. Whatever you want. Because I'm yours. Forever."

Savannah's smile breaks across her face like dawn breakin' through storm clouds. She leans in, presses her lips to mine, and the kiss is so soft it almost breaks me. So different from the desperate, hungry way we just tore into each other.

"I've been yours since I was twelve years old," she whispers against my mouth. "I'll be yours when we're old and gray. When we're dust. Even after. I promise."