Page 166 of By His Vow

He cups my pussy. His hold is possessive and weirdly erotic, considering he’s not really touching me. Not the good bits, anyway.

He chuckles darkly.

“This pussy is mine now, Tatum. You said yes. You gave yourself to me. There is nothing that is going to be a one-off with us. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly. And I have every intention of treating my wife the way she deserves.”

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TATUM

The rest of our weekend is a dream.

After our bath, Kingston made another incredible breakfast and we spent almost the whole day lounging on the couch, watching Netflix and laughing.

It was incredible. It was also mind-blowing.

I’ve never spent time with him before that wasn’t hard work and full of snide insults and bickering. So just…enjoying each other’s company was bizarre.

Nice, but bizarre all the same.

He spent the whole day touching me somehow—a hand on my thigh, his fingers toying with my hair. It was comforting in a way I never would have imagined.

And when we went to bed last night? Phew.

I thought I’d experienced good sex before, but man, Kingston Callahan blows everything I’ve known before out of the water.

He is a god. Although, I have no intention of telling him that.

His ego already barely fits through a standard door.

And I’m pretty sure that me screaming his name last night over and over could have given him a clue.

We both fell asleep sated and exhausted. It was blissful.

Something I could easily get used to, despite knowing that getting attached to this man and his magical cock is the worst possible thing I could do.

He shifts behind me, his hand brushing down my side.

It’s the dead of night, but still my body comes alive at his innocent touch.

His hand continues down to my leg, and the second his lips brush against my shoulder, I realize that maybe it’s not quite as innocent as I thought.

“King,” I moan as his fingers tighten around my thigh and he spreads me open.

“So wet for me,” he groans when his fingers collide with my center.

“Oh god.”

The way he touches me…it’s too good to be true.

In only seconds, he’s fully dragged me from sleep and has me riding the edge of pleasure.

“More, King. I need more.” I gasp, my pussy contracting, desperate to feel something inside.

“Dirty girl,” he muses before shuffling forward.

I gasp as the thick head of his cock brushes against my entrance.

“Yes,” I cry, more than willing to be anything he wants me to be as long as I get what I need. “Oh god,” I moan as he pushes inside. I’m sore, but in a really good way.