Page 304 of By His Vow

My heart pounds wildly in my chest, but I find it almost impossible to focus on everything I should be thinking about right now.

All I want is him.

More of him.

Every single thing he can give me. All the reminders of just how electric we were together.

Nothing else matters.

Only sating this deep-rooted loneliness that’s pulled me into its grip over the past two weeks.

He’s here.

He came for you.

“Kingston,” I whisper. It’s so quiet that if I didn’t know I said it, I wouldn’t have heard it. But despite that, his reaction to hearing his name is visceral.

His eyes widen, the already dark orbs darkening further, his full lips part, and a warm puff of air rushes over my face.

“Tatum, I?—”

“Please, King. I need you,” I whisper like a desperate whore who hasn’t seen any action in over two weeks.

“Shit, baby. I can’t resist you.”

Settling between my thighs, he wraps one giant hand around my hip, the other grips his cock, and in only moments, he rubs the head through my folds.

“Oh god,” I moan, my muscles clamping down in the hope of sucking him in.

“Never letting you go again,” he admits before thrusting his hips forward.

“Kingston,” I cry as he stretches me wide.

“It wasn’t meant to be like this,” he mutters absently as he stares at where we’re connected.

“W-what?” I stutter, my brain barely functioning as I watch him watch us with nothing but awe in his expression.

“I wasn’t meant to turn up here and just fuck you into oblivion. I had a plan,” he says, finally looking up at me.

I love the expression on his face. It’s so open, so honest. I want to bottle it and keep it forever, because I’m the one who caused it.

He’s here.

He came.

“Seems like the perfect plan to me,” I say, sliding my hands up his arms and gripping the back of his neck. “Did you say you missed me?” I ask teasingly. I can’t help it. He brings out the sass in me more than anyone else I’ve ever met.

“Yeah,” he agrees, a smirk spreading across his lips. “I missed you, baby.”

“Good. Then show me. Whatever else you had planned can come later.”

His hips punch forward with such force it knocks the wind clean from my lungs.

But it’s so good. So, so good.

Our bodies immediately fall into a rhythm. With every thrust, my hips lift to meet his.

My hands slide down his body, making his skin erupt with goosebumps and a violent shiver rip down his spine.