A Sinful Vow: Inked Angels MC (9 page)

The embarrassed heat in my cheeks hadn’t calmed down since Blaze had walked in on me. The flush rose further in my chest and throat as I yelled at him.

He started to say something, but I cut him off. “This whole marriage is bullshit! This whole thing is so disgusting, I can’t believe I ever let myself be a part of it! Married to the world’s biggest asshole and I’ve never even had the chance to
have
another man before.” At this last part, I froze and clapped a hand over my mouth.

I couldn’t believe what I’d just let slip, the one thing I’d been most desperate to keep hidden from Blaze forever: that I was still a virgin.

I’d never seen Blaze at a loss for words before, but even he stuttered for a moment, absorbing this new information.

“You’re a…virgin?” he said, still taken aback.

I tore away from his grasp, leaped out of the shower, and threw a towel around myself. I ran into the bedroom, toweling off in a frenzied hurry before throwing on the first outfit I could find.

I had to get out. I had to get away from him. The last thing in the world I needed was to seem even more vulnerable than I had already appeared. It was bad enough to be stashed away on this foreign beach with only him. It was bad enough to be tied into this insane, ridiculous marriage. It was bad enough to be swept up in his swagger, his silent charm, his beautiful looks, so much so that he’d caught me touching myself and murmuring his name.

But this was the worst part yet.

How could I have been so stupid?

He tried to stop me from leaving, calling out my name, but I ducked under his arm and jetted out the door. I needed to put distance between him and me as fast as humanly possible. I sprinted away from the house and onto the beach, not daring to look back at all the mistakes that laid behind me.

The sun had started to set while I sat with my back against an outcropping of rock and cried. How could anyone be expected to handle this? It was impossible to resist the man I’d married. I wanted him so badly. But it was impossible to give in and let myself be consumed by him, because I was so scared that there would be no surviving the experience. He would break me and abandon me, just like he’d abandoned every other girl in his life.

My chest heaved with all the emotion boiling over inside me. Embarrassment, fear, loneliness, and, at the heart of everything, the most overwhelming desire I’d ever felt in my life. I craved his touch as much as I was dying to escape it.

The waves were nibbling away at what was left of the beach. It would be dark soon. I didn’t know what I was going to do. My problems weren’t going away while I sat here. They were back at the villa, embodied by a six foot two man with a smile that cracked me wide open.

I was surprised he hadn’t come after me. I’d been so silly to let myself get carried away in the shower, and once he’d caught me, I was sure that that would be it, that we’d have sex and he would leave me in his wake, without so much as a see you later. It hadn’t been long, but I was already feeling so dependent on him. He was a force to push against, a masculine power that I hadn’t come across in my entire life. He was a craving—not a want, but a need.

Footsteps crunched on the sand. Blaze rounded the corner. He stopped about ten feet away and looked at me. His head tilted to the side as he stared. The waves rumbled next to us.

“It’s gonna get cold once the sun sets,” he said. “You should come back inside.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I told him.

He crossed the distance between us until he stood in front of me. Offering one hand to me where I sat, he pulled me to my feet.

We looked each other in the eyes. It was always like this with Blaze—endless staring games, all these tense moments spent right across from each other, him just breathing slowly, me racking my brain while I tried to figure out what was going on behind those gorgeous eyes.

I felt the weight of all the years I’d known him pressing down on me like a fist. All those years under his scrutiny while I walked past him, feeling observed and loving every moment of it. All those seconds at an altar when we traded vows; they hadn’t held any real meaning then, but there was something in Blaze’s eyes now that said something different.

I dropped my eyes. I couldn’t bear to keep looking at him. But he raised a gentle hand and cupped me under my chin, pushing softly so that I had no choice but to gaze on the face that infuriated me and yet followed me through every steaming dream I’d ever had.

I almost wanted to cry. Then his lips met mine, soft like a cloud, and I didn’t know what to think anymore.

We kissed slowly and delicately. At first, just our lips mingled, hesitantly touching one against the other’s, letting the warmth of our mouths spread and build. Then he ventured the tip of his tongue out, parting my lips. I let him slip his tongue into my mouth and felt it with my own.

Blaze’s hand slipped up under the edge of my shirt to wrap around my hips. It fit so perfectly and felt so right. I was powerless to resist whatever he wanted next. I was too worn down by everything—Luke’s plans, this crazy marriage, the long journey here, and the way the sun had ducked behind the horizon and cast a hazy purple light over everything. Nothing felt real, rather, it felt too real. I felt every sensation in me so perfectly defined. Rising above them all was the warm moistness between my legs, which grew and grew as Blaze kissed me and held me close to him.

He pulled away for a moment.

“I didn’t know you were a virgin,” he rumbled. “But it doesn’t matter. I want to be your first, to show you what it means to be taken. We’re going home right now, and we aren’t leaving until you’ve come a hundred times.”

Instead of a reply, I put my hand on the back of his neck and drew his lips back to mine. His kiss was the only thing that made sense anymore. I needed it like water.

We kissed hungrily. He worked his lips down my neck. I let my head fall back and moaned, letting everything out through that sigh. The sound echoed off the foothills that surrounded us, amplifying it, letting the world know that this man had reached into me and found a love and desire that I didn’t know I’d ever had.

His mouth slipped down further and he suckled the tip of one breast. I let his tongue work over me and savored every moment. I felt my stomach churning with how badly I wanted him, and my thighs squirmed against each other. I had to feel him inside me.

“Okay,” I whispered in his ear. “I want that. I want you.”

Blaze hugged his arms around me and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved me slowly up and down. Our hips ground together and I relished how I could feel the heat emanating from his stiffening cock, trapped behind the zipper of his jeans.

Our kissing had become wetter, sloppier, warmer. It wasn’t enough to have his mouth on one part of me. I needed it on my neck, my shoulders, my nipples, which were rising into peaks that screamed for more attention. I needed it on my waist and hips, up my thighs and delving into the secretive folds that had continued to moisten.

With a soft swoop, he laid me on the sandy ground. I held his face to mine, unwilling to go for even a second without his tongue.

All the desire I had been struggling to repress for days—no, for years—had come bubbling up and I didn’t think I’d ever be able to tamp it down again. Not that I wanted to. It felt too good when his fingers started toying with the edge of my shorts, darting up and back out, teasing me and stoking the fire in my pussy.

“More,” I whimpered.

He looked deep into my eyes as he tugged my shorts off of me and cast them aside. Without breaking eye contact, he extended one long, scarred finger and laid it on my slick opening.

“I want you to come for me,” he commanded.

“Teach me how,” I said back. I knew he would.

The pad of his thumb began to work tender circles on my clit. His middle finger stayed hovering above my pussy. I bucked my hips into it, but he danced away, not yet filling me up the way my body demanded.

I felt so hollow. Blaze’s touch inside me was what I needed to be full.

I let loose another wordless moan into the twilight. His thumb moved faster. I pushed my hips hard against his hand, but again he pulled back. His eyes twinkled. He knew he was teasing me. I didn’t think I could handle waiting another second.

“Beg for it,” he told me.

I didn’t hesitate a moment before I pleaded, “Blaze, please. Make me come.”

That was all he needed to hear. The finger he had been holding back from me slid in, eliciting a loud, involuntary gasp. I’d touched myself before, but only rarely, and it had never felt like this. I felt completely at his mercy, but there was a wide open freedom in being powerless to resist.

I bit into his shoulder as he pulled in and out, in and out, panting louder and louder as he pushed, turned, twisted, and withdrew. The winding pressure on my clit was steadily pushing me towards the brink of a torrential orgasm like I’d never experienced before. I was almost, almost, almost there…

And then he stopped.

I wanted to cry. My hands seized his shoulders in desperation.

“Please, I want so badly to come for you,” I moaned. “Please let me.”

He shook his head. “No, not yet.”

“Why not? Please, Blaze, it feels so good to have your fingers inside me,” I said again. I hardly knew who was speaking through my voice. Had this always been tucked away in me, just waiting for the right man to break down the barriers I placed on myself and let it loose?

“No,” he said firmly. “When you come for the first time with me, I want you to be riding my dick, so that you’ll always remember you’re mine now.”

His words took down the last of the resistance I had in me. He was right. I wanted to pull his cock inside me and feel myself clamp down on it while I came. I wanted that right here and right now, on this empty Mexican beach, so secluded that I could scream his name at the top of my lungs.

“But you have to earn that,” he told me.

I knew what he wanted. He rolled over in the sand, threw off his shirt, and pulled me on top of him. I laid tiny kisses down his neck and chest, letting my mouth trail down towards his jeans. I took one hand and stroked lightly on the outline of his dick.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he murmured.

I tugged off his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. The tick of the zipper as it passed each tooth felt like the clank of a roller coaster as it pushed to the top to begin its hurtling ride. I felt the same budding anticipation deep in my hips.

I pulled his jeans down far enough that his dick sprang to life, already hard and glistening at the tip with a drop of pre-come. I let my hands wrap around his girth. He was the perfect size to fit in the grasp of my two hands. The first slow pump brought a sigh of pleasure from his lips.

I lashed my tongue against his head. My mouth encircled him and brought him in. The wetness of my eager mouth made it easy to bob up and down on his cock, from top to bottom, slowly and exquisitely. I cupped his balls with one hand and massaged gently as I sucked him. He twitched occasionally as I licked down the length. I wanted to make him feel the same pleasure I was feeling, to let him know how badly I wanted him.

“I can’t take waiting anymore,” he growled after a few moments of letting me continue to work up and down his rod. “I need to get inside that pussy,
now.
”

With hands roughened by the intensity of his need, he pulled me up so that I was straddling him. His cock bounced insistently against my thigh. I balanced on the balls of my feet and pushed up slightly, positioning him against my entrance.

Then, with the slowest descent I could restrain myself to, I lowered down.

Inch by inch, he filled me. The size of his cock stretched me to my limits, just short of pain. With my hips settled down against his and the entirety of his dick in me, I felt the fullness I needed.