Page 125 of Temporary Vows

It steals the air from my lungs, leaving me dizzy and senseless. The world narrows to him—his mouth, his touch, and the way my body responds despite everything I know.

God, I shouldn’t be trapped in another mind-blowing mindfuck kiss with my villain.

Have I learned nothing at all?

I spent the week fortifying my mind and trying to rid myself of the feelings I had for him.

Yet here I am. Lost to him all over again.

At least I tried. I think I did. Then he told me he wanted me and all my restraint fizzled into the air.

The kiss turns heavier, deeper, like Dorian isn’t just kissing me anymore. His tongue sweeps over mine, each stroke demanding, like he wants to take everything I have to give.

God, no good can come of this. I know that.

I keep circling the same path like I’ve lost my mind, and I keep falling down thesamerabbit hole like a mindless Alice.

But he feels and tastes so, so damn good.

And it’s him. My ruthless, beautiful monster,Dorian Gray.

All the fight I had left is gone.

Stolen, by the breathless kiss that’s filling my body with pleasure.

Dorian groans, then something in him gives completely, unraveling with desperation.

His grip tightens on my hip and he inches away to gaze down at me. “I’m going to fuck you,” he murmurs, malice alive in his eyes with the dark promise. “I’m going to bury myself so deep inside your pretty pussy, you’ll never forget how badly I want you.”

My stomach bottoms out and before I can process what he said he’s pulling at my dress, trying to get it off me.

The fabric snags but I don’t care. All I want is to feel his hands and his mouth on my body, and be naked and pressed up against him. I want to feel his skin on mine and indulge in the delusion that he could belong to me too.

Dorian has my dress off in seconds, and my bra and panties follow next. The instant I’m naked, he leans down and closes his mouth over my right nipple.

He sucks me in deep, taking as much of my breast into his mouth as he can.

I moan into his suckle, yielding to the overpowering pleasure. I weave my fingers into his hair, holding his mouth against my skin.

I already feel so good, but the mere caress of his fingers on the small of my back sends all my nerves into a frenzy.

He moves from one breast to the other, knowing exactly what to do to have me arching into him, craving everything he has to give me.

He’s about to work his way down my stomach, but a sliver of awareness creeps back into my mind and I stop him, gripping onto his shoulder with my fingers.

He seems to think I’m resisting again, but I’m about to clear that up. The other night he stripped me bare while he remained fully clothed. I wanted to see him too—what he looked like naked.

I grab the lapels of his jacket and he catches my meaning straightaway, flashing me a wicked smile.

“You too,” I stutter, barely recognizing my own voice.

“As you wish.”

He goes perfectly still for a moment, allowing me to ease off his jacket and undo the buttons on his shirt. He takes it off and I’m met with the defined, tattooed muscles of his sculpted torso.

Mindlessly, I press my hands against his chest, tracing the definition. Another groan slips from his lips.

My fingers linger by his heart. It’s beating so fast.