Page 47 of Forgotten Vows

"I'm going to prove it to you. Let me touch you, Adriana. Let me give you pleasure. No one's tasted you in ten years, right? Let memake you come. And it's going to make me come, too. I won't touch myself. It's all for you, just like everything these last ten years has been."

More tears spill down her lashes. But her hands loosen on her skirt, her breath coming quick and fast, and I know this is my moment.

This is the moment I show her just how much I've wanted her, and how I've never stopped.

13

ADRIANA

Ican't quite believe what I'm seeing.

Lachlan Gallagher, the once-upon-a-time love of my life, is kneeling in front of me, copper hair falling over his forehead and his blue eyes glassy with want, begging me to let him go down on me.

Promising me he hasn't touched anyone but me in ten years. Telling me he'd come just from a taste of me, without even touching himself.

I don't believe him. Men don't do that. They don't deprive themselves. They don't become celibate for a woman they might never see again. No man goes ten years without sex just for some girl they fucked once and left behind.

But Lachlan swears he did.

And God, I want him so badly. I wantpleasureso badly. It's been so long, and I feel starved for it, for him. He's become the kind of man I fear, but he's offering me something I want desperately, and in this moment, his hair falling into his eyes and his lips parted, face full of want, he almost looks like the boy I loved again.

And anyway, when he doesn't come from the taste of me alone, I'll know he's lying.

I move my hands away from my skirt and press them against the bed. He moves closer on his knees, and I can see the pulse in the hollow of his throat beating hard.

His hands are careful and slow when they reach for my skirt, like they were in my memories. He bunches the material in his hands and drags it up inch by inch, revealing my ankles, my calves, my knees. He leaves my skirt there for a moment, smoothing his hands up my inner calves, and then he brings my leg up slowly, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of my foot.

"You want this," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. "You want me. I can feel it."

"No." The word comes out breathless, unconvincing, and he laughs softly, the sound vibrating against my skin.

"Liar."

He lifts my other leg and repeats the motion. And then he moves closer, his hands bunching in my skirt again as he starts to push it up my thighs.

"I'm going to remind you," he murmurs, his voice low and rough in my ear, "what it's like when someone worships you. When someone wants you so badly they can't think straight. When someone would rather die than be with anyone else."

I can't breathe. He pushes the skirt all the way up to the tops of my thighs, and then his hands curl on either side of my knees, pushing my legs apart. When I don't resist, he pushes them wider, moving between them as he turns to press a sucking kiss to the side of my knee.

I gasp, but in a moment, I quickly realize that was the least of it. He starts to kiss up my thigh, each kiss growing firmer, harder, his lips sucking at my skin and teeth biting until I see red marks where his mouth was a moment ago. If he'd started like this, I realize, it would have hurt, but with each kiss, each graze of his lips against my skin, my arousal heightens. My blood is racing, my skin tight and hot, my heart pounding, and the harsher kisses feel good instead of hurting, his mouth sucking and his teeth biting sending jolts of nearly unbearable pleasure through me.

He reaches the very top of my inner thigh, and sets his teeth into my skin, suckinghard. I gasp, a helpless moan spilling from my lips, and he groans in response, the sound vibrating against my flesh.

Then he pulls back, and I catch a glimpse of the thick, rigid line of his cock straining against the front of his pants before he leans in and starts at my other knee.

"Please," I gasp when his lips brush softly, the way they did before. "Oh God, please?—"

"Patience," he purrs against my skin. "I waited ten years, Adri. You can wait ten more seconds before I get to your pretty pussy."

I gasp, and then his teeth set into my skin, and I nearly collapse back onto the bed. My fingers dig into the blankets, my body trembling all over by the time he gets to the top of my other inner thigh. He sucks hard again, leaving a wide purple mark on my skin, and then he rocks back on his knees, taking in the sight of the love bites he's left all up and down my pale flesh.

"Fucking beautiful," he murmurs. He runs a finger down the marked skin, and I shudder. "Fuckingmine."

Then he shoves my skirt up the rest of the way, hooks his fingers in my panties, and drags them down my hips.

On instinct, my legs start to close, but he catches my knees, holding me apart as he moves in again. His gaze is fixed between my thighs, and I feel my face flushing hot. I can feel how swollen I am, how wet my pussy is, and I'm suddenly horribly embarrassed. And I have hair there now, soft curling dark hair that wasn't there ten years ago, when I used to shave bare…

"Lachlan, I haven't?—"