Last Vows of Lust

**Chapter 1: The Escape**

The ballroom buzzed with laughter and clinking champagne glasses, a sea of pastel dresses and sharp tuxedos celebrating the eve of my wedding. I should’ve been the center of it all, grinning like a fool beside my fiancée, but instead, I was slipping out a side door, heart pounding with a different kind of anticipation. My phone buzzed in my pocket—her text, short and commanding: *Meet me. Now. Alley behind the venue.*

I smirked, adjusting my tie as I stepped into the cool night air. The alley was dim, lit only by a flickering streetlamp, but I saw her instantly. Raven stood there, all six feet of her, leaning against the brick wall in a leather jacket and tight jeans that hugged every dangerous curve. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and those piercing green eyes locked on me with a hunger that made my blood run hot.

'You’re late, pretty boy,' she drawled, pushing off the wall with a predator’s grace. Her voice was low, a velvet threat. 'Thought you’d chicken out on me before tying the knot.'

I laughed, stepping closer, the scent of her—leather and something darkly sweet—hitting me like a punch. 'And miss my last chance to get fucked senseless by you? Not a chance, Raven. I’m here to sin one last time.'

Her lips curled into a wicked smile, and she grabbed my collar, yanking me close. 'Good boy. But let’s get one thing straight—I’m not some goodbye fuck. You’re gonna remember this every damn night of your married life.' Her hand slid down my chest, fingers teasing at my belt. 'You think that sweet little bride of yours can make you feel like I do?'

I swallowed hard, my cock already stirring at her touch, at the raw challenge in her words. 'No one’s like you, Raven. You’re a fucking storm. She’s... safe.'

'Safe,' she mocked, her breath hot against my ear as she pressed her body to mine. I could feel her through the denim, that hard, undeniable heat that always drove me wild. 'Safe doesn’t make your heart race like this. Safe doesn’t get you hard in two seconds flat.' Her hand dipped lower, palming me through my trousers, and I groaned, already losing the battle.

'Fuck, Raven, you’re gonna ruin me before I even say I do,' I muttered, but my hands were on her hips, pulling her closer, desperate for more.

'Ruin you? Baby, I’m gonna wreck you,' she purred, her lips brushing mine, teasing, not quite kissing. 'I’m gonna make that pretty cock of yours beg for me. You’re gonna be dripping for me before I’m done.'

My breath hitched, and I pushed her back against the wall, the rough brick scraping at her jacket. 'Big talk. You gonna back it up, or just tease me all night?' My voice was rough, daring her, and her eyes flashed with something feral.

'Oh, I’ll back it up,' she growled, her hand sliding into my pants, gripping me with a confidence that made my knees weak. 'But first, let’s see how horny you really are for me. Bet you’re already wet just thinking about my cock in you.'

I was sweating now, panting under her touch, the alley spinning as her words and her grip pushed me to the edge. She wasn’t wrong—I was aching, desperate, and she knew it. Her other hand slid to my ass, squeezing hard, pulling me against her so I could feel every inch of what she had waiting for me.

'Raven,' I gasped, my control slipping. 'Don’t fucking play. I need—'

'You need me,' she cut in, her voice a command as she finally kissed me, hard and bruising, her tongue claiming mine. 'And I’m gonna give it to you. Right here. Right now.'

Her hands were everywhere, unbuckling, unzipping, and I knew we were seconds from something explosive, something that would burn this night into my soul forever...