A Vow Of Forever (A Vow Of Hate Novella)

“What are you doing, Princess?”

Holding his throbbing member in my palm, I gave him a tentative squeeze. “Making it up to you, for going against what you told me when all you wanted was to protect me.”

I watched as his length thicken and felt it pulse. While making sure he was looking at me, in my eyes, I slowly descended downward on his dick. He watched me as I took him into my mouth and licked up and down his shaft.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Julianna.”

I hummed in response, before closing my lips around him, sucking. My cheeks hollowed and his hips bucked upward, forcing him deeper into my mouth. I felt him at the back of my throat, hitting the spot that almost made me gag.

His groans and the naughty sounds of me sucking him could be heard around the stables but that didn’t stop me. “Goddamn it. Your fucking mouth – oh shit.”

My head bobbed up and down, before I pulled him from my wet mouth. My tongue then licked the head of his shaft. I circled the little slit dripping with his seed with the tip of my tongue. I tasted him, his manly and bit of salty essence of him. I teased him, like he’d do to me. Slowly licking and tracing the veins along his length. Feeling each pulse before slowly slipping him back into my wet mouth.

I noticed the muscles of his thighs tightening as each thrust of his hips grew jerky. His heavy panting filled my ears. He was close...so freaking close.

I doubled my effort, wanting to drive him crazily over the edge. Killian fisted my hair, pulling me hard down his cock, deeper...harder... forcing my throat to swallow him.

Without warning, he pulled out of my mouth and grasped me by the arms. I squealed as he pushed me back into the stay of hay and flipped me onto my stomach. “Hands and knees,” he ordered in a thick and barely constrained voice.

My heart thudded in my chest as I quickly got on my hands and knees. Killian crowded into my back, pressing his body against mine. He flipped my yellow dress over my hips and I felt the cold breeze on my bare skin. He pushed my panties to the side and I was already so wet for him; dripping and aching.

“This is going to be fast and hard, Princess.”

It sounded like a threat and that was the only warning I got before he shoved inside me. I gasped at the hard invasion and then whimpered as I clenched around him.

He pulled out half-way through before sinking into me again. “Julianna,” Killian grunted. “You feel so goddamn good.”

This was just a quick rut in the stables. A rough fucking to get the anger out of his system. It was downright filthy. This was carnage. Desperate and passionate.

Killian pumped into me, wedging his cock deep inside with each brutal thrust. My walls clamped around his shaft every time he pulled out and I cried out every time he pounded back in. My fingers curled around the hay and I bit on my lips until I tasted blood.

“Don’t ever scare me like that,” he growled. Thrust.

“Yes,” I gasped.

Thrust. “You’re mine.”

A needy sound left my throat. “Yours.”

My breasts felt heavy and swollen. My nipples ached. My sex throbbed.

It felt so good. It hurt so good. And I. Needed. To. Come.

His fingers brushed against my folds as if he knew what I was thinking, what I needed. He flicked my clit and my body tightened.

Killian found his release in a powerful rush and then my orgasm hit me so hard, my eyes rolled back into my head.

I collapsed onto the straw and Killian settled on top of me a second as he caught his breath, before he pulled out of my tight sheath and rolled over. I felt a warm gush between my thighs, his seed spilling out of me.

“I made you dirty,” Killian rasped in a low voice.

His fingers brushed against the inside of my thigh, before pushing his cum back into me. My sex was so hypersensitive and my sore muscles clamped down at the intrusion.

He pressed his lips against my temple. “Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh. Perfect,” I replied deliriously. “I think you just fucked me into a coma.”

Killian chuckled and while I laid limply onto the stack of hay, he rearranged my dress for me so that I was decent again. Then, he swept me into his arms and carried me out of the stables. I buried my face into his throat, inhaling his unique scent.

Drowsily, I heard him speaking to Gabriel but I couldn’t make out their conversation. His steps lulled me into a sleep and I didn’t fight against it.

I was safe in Killian’s arms and I’d wouldn’t choose to sleep anywhere else, except right here.