Page 48 of Forgotten Vows

"I don't care." His voice is a rough, harsh growl. "Fuck, look at this pretty pussy. You're so fucking wet for me, Adri. I remember how good this wet pussy felt around my cock. It was so good I haven't touched another pussy since. Do you know how hungry my cock is for you, baby? How badly it wants to feel you get it wet again?"

His voice is filthy, his Irish accent thick as he slides his hand between my thighs, one finger separating my folds. He groans as his finger drags through my wetness, his breath coming short. "Fuck,God, I'm close just from touching you. You're so fucking wet. So perfect."

He pulls his hand back, gripping my sore, marked thighs as he spreads me as wide as I can go. "Fuck, I've got to taste you, Adri. I can't fucking wait anymore, baby."

My entire body tenses, with fear or anticipation, I'm not sure which. I'm suddenly terrified of the pleasure, of the sensations I haven't had in so long, but Lachlan doesn't give me more than a moment to think about it. His mouth presses between my thighs, and with the first long lick against my drenched folds, I'm lost in it.

His tongue drags up to my clit, and suddenly I feel his grip on my thighs tighten as a long shudder rolls through him, a ragged groan vibrating against my skin and making me cry out. His tongue lashes against me as he shudders and moans, devouring me, and then he pulls back, his eyes wide and pupils blown out, breathing hard.

"I just fucking came for you, baby. You taste so fucking good. I've been dreaming of this for ten years, andfuck, I just fucking came so hard."

I stare down at him, almost disbelieving, but I felt it… I felt his pleasure. And he doesn't seem to care that he finished; he leans back in, his mouth pressed against me as his tongue works my clit, rolling over it and lapping as he eats me like he's starving.

And I'm completely gone. The sensation is so good, better than anything I remember from ten years ago, years of deprivation and longing building up so quickly that I feel like I'm already close, too. I forget to be embarrassed, forget shame or fear or anything except how good his tongue feels, how hungrily he's devouring me. I clutch at the bed and then at him, my nails digging into his shoulders and the back of his neck as I feel the pleasure building, building…

"Give it to me, baby," he growls against my skin. "I want it. Give me everything."

I can't give him everything. Not anymore. But this… this I can. I feel myself shatter, my hips bucking, writhing against him as I come hard on his tongue, my nails digging in so deep I'm sure I must draw blood. But he doesn't care. He doesn't stop. He keeps licking me through it, dragging the pleasure on and on, and then just when I think I'm about to come down, he pushes two fingers inside of me and sucks hard on my clit.

The pleasure spikes again almost instantly, my moan turning into a high-pitched cry as he sucks my clit and flutters his tongue against it, his fingers thrusting into me in a rhythm that is going to break me apart again. I feel myself tensing, and then the pleasure hits again, bowing my back and making me cling to him as I nearly fall back onto the bed, writhing under him as he makes me come for a second time in quick succession.

I'm gasping when he pulls back, his mouth and chin soaked and glistening with me. I feel my face start to flush again, but Lachlan shakes his head.

"None of that, baby," he murmurs. "Don't be shy, Adri. You tasted so fucking good. Do you have any idea how good it felt to know how much you still want me? To taste that wet fucking pussy?"

His hand drags his zipper down, pushing his pants and boxer briefs down just enough, and I see a glimpse of his half-hard cock drenched in his own cum. "I came so fucking much, baby. I'm fucking soaked, too."

For a long moment, we just stare at each other, breathing hard. It felt so good. I want to tell him to take all his clothes off, to strip off mine and get in bed with me, touch me until he's hard again and then give me everything I know he wants to.

But the moment I imagine it, Lachlan naked and holding me in his arms again, sliding into me, I feel the fear make my blood run cold.

The last time we were together, our world fell apart. We were hurt terribly. The consequences were unfathomable. And now… now I have a son to protect. I can't only think about myself any longer.

And even though the man kneeling in front of me still reminds me of the boy I loved, he isn't any longer. I saw him with blood on his hands. He kidnapped me and Matteo. He's become a mafia boss, the example of everything I'm afraid of in this world, and I shouldn't have even let him have this much.

We can never be what we were. Pretending is only going to make it worse.

"You need to go," I whisper. "I believe you… what you said. Okay? I believe that you only wanted me. But what does that change, really? You denied yourself, and I suffered, and for what? For a teenage fantasy?—"

"It wasn't that." He yanks up his pants and stands, looking down at me, and I feel the fear intensify. "I don't understand why you're lying to yourself, Adriana, but it wasn't that. It was real, and it's still real, and you fucking know it."

"I…" I swallow hard. I want him so badly. This is unfair, and it hurts so much. But if I let us make the same mistakes again…

"I need time," I whisper, and I know it's a coward's way out. I'm giving him hope while getting space for myself, and I think he knows it, too.

But he just nods and turns to go. He pauses at the door and looks back at me.

"Thank you," he says softly.

And then he's gone, the door closing quietly behind him.

—

When I've hada chance to shower and gather myself, I go to see Matteo. He's in his room, and when I walk in I see him sitting on the floor, his legs tucked up under him, staring at something in his hands.

A phone.

My heart stops. Matteo doesn't have a cell phone. He never has. So where the fuck did he get this?