Page 167 of By His Vow

“Fuck, baby. I can’t get enough of this,” he whispers as he pushes deeper inside me.

His grip on my hip tightens until his fingertips are digging in so hard that I know I’ll have bruises in a few hours.

Not that I care. The only thing I care about right now is getting more of him and everything he can give me. Nothing else matters.

Just us.

We move together in perfect sync. It’s slower than last night, but no less intense. If anything, it’s more.

With nothing but darkness surrounding us and our increased breaths and groans of pleasure, it feels more intimate than being able to see each other.

“I’d happily wake up like this every morning.” He groans in my ear as his hand slides to my clit, giving me the extra push I need to find my release.

“King. King. Oh god,” I moan as pleasure shoots from my core, saturating every single one of my nerve endings.

"Tatum,” he breathes, his hot breath rushing over my neck and sending another bolt of pleasure through my body as he spills inside me.

As our highs melt away, neither of us moves. He doesn’t pull out of me, and I don’t make any attempt to force him to do so.

I’m too content, too relaxed. Too…happy.

My body might be singing, but my head tells me to sleep.

It’s the middle of the night. We’ve got to be up early for him to deliver on his promise of getting me to the office at the start of the day.

I’m just drifting off when a thought hits me.

A thought I should have considered before now.

“You haven’t used a condom all weekend,” I whisper into the darkness.

He sighs. It’s as if he’s been waiting for me to question it. Which I should have done before I let him inside me the first time, but…

I squeeze my eyes closed as I chastise myself for being so reckless—I fear with both my heart and my body.

“You’re on the pill, baby.”

I grit my teeth as irritation surges through me.

“That is not the point, Kingston,” I snap.

My attempt to get away from him is ruined when his grip on my waist tightens, pinning me to his ridiculously hot body.

“I’m clean, baby. I know you are too,” he says softly as he looms over me.

“How? How do you know that?”

“Tatum,” he growls.

“No, don’t give me that deep sexy voice in the hope I’ll forget how annoying and over-powering you are. You looked into my medical records.”

He doesn’t say anything. Not that I needed the confirmation. He’s already guilty as charged.

“Did you want something between us?” he asks.

No. “We need to be sensible.”

He drops lower, letting his lips brush over the shell of my ear. “Where is the fun in being sensible, baby?”