Page 77 of Betrayal and Vows

Once more. Like we both know this is goodbye.

My hands slide down her back, gripping her ass, pulling her closer until there's no space left between us. Until I can feel the heat of her through my jeans. I can feel her dampness. She's grinding against me like she can't get close enough.

"You're going to kill me," I growl, nipping at her bottom lip. "Do you know that? You're going to be the death of me,solnyshko."

She pulls back just enough to look at me, her blue eyes bright with unshed tears. "Then let me be worth dying for."

She already is.

From the moment I first saw her, I was ready to lay down and die. This beautiful, broken princess who looks at me like I'm capable of saving her from the monsters when I'm the biggest monster of all.

I lift her slightly, my hands fumbling with the button of my jeans. She helps, her fingers quick and desperate as she frees me.

The first touch of her hand around me makes my vision blur.

"Careful," I rasp. "I won't last."

She doesn't care. Neither do I.

She pushes her panties to the side and sinks down onto me slowly. Her head falls back as she takes me in.

The sound she makes will haunt me for the rest of my life. However long that might be.

"Look at me," I command roughly. "I want to see your eyes."

She does. Those beautiful blue eyes lock on mine.

She takes me completely, her body stretching to accommodate me.

For a moment we're both perfectly still. Just breathing. Just feeling.

The connection between us is so intense it's almost painful.

The woman takes my breath away.

Then she starts to move.

Slow at first. Rolling her hips and rubbing her walls against my cock in a delicious way.

I struggle with the effort not to lose control immediately. Her hands brace against my shoulders, using me for leverage as she rides me.

"Fuck, Lena," I breathe, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.

I don't care.

I want to mark her.

Want some piece of me to remain even after they tear us apart.

She moves faster, chasing her release with desperate urgency. Her breath comes in short gasps against my neck, hot and sweet. I can feel her tightening around me, her body coiling like a spring.

"Anton," she whispers my name.

Before I die, I want to hear my real name on her lips.

I capture her mouth again, swallowing her moans as she comes apart above me.

Her walls clench around me, pulling me deeper. I follow her over the edge with a growl that comes from somewhere primal.