Page 52 of Glorious Sinner

He started stripping me out of my blood-soaked clothes, dropping them in a heap on the floor.

“Don’t,” I said. “Don’t do that.” I rested my head against his chest, taking several steadying breaths as I slid my fingers to the buttons of his shirt and started undoing them. “He’s gone and he’s not coming back. The only person to blame for that is him. I’m okay. You’re okay. That’s all that matters. I don’t want to think about him anymore.”

“Okay, Steph,” he said and slid my panties down my thighs. “Whatever you want, whatever you need, it’s yours.”

I knew he still blamed himself, and I hated it. But I’d do whatever it took to make him change his mind.

He reached over and turned on the shower, and I worked on the front of his pants, undoing them, shoving them and his underwear down his strong thighs.

We were both completely naked.

I rested my hands on his chest and tilted my head back. “What I need right now…is you moving inside me. I need to feel alive. I need you to wash it all away.”

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I’d give her the world if she asked for it. She wanted me to make her feel alive. I’d make her body sing. “Whatever you need, Angel.”

Lifting her off her feet, I planted her in the shower and quickly soaped her up, washing away that fucker’s blood from her skin.

“Head back under the spray,” I said.

She did as I asked, and I washed her hair next, staying close behind her, making sure she felt me there, that she knew I was right there with her. She turned when I was squeezing the last of the shampoo from her hair.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said.

She pressed into me, her bare skin warm and smooth and slippery. Her hands slid up my chest to the back of my neck and she pulled me down. “Kiss me,” she said.

I did. I kissed her like she needed, like we both needed, deep and fierce. Walking in and seeing that knife to her throat, the blood, I needed this as much as her. Her body slid against mine, making me crazy, and when she reached down and grabbed my hard cock, I was already close to blowing.

“Now,” she said against my lips.

Lifting her, I pressed her into the tile at her back and gripped her ass. Her legs came around my hips instantly, and I slid home. Our mouths stayed fused as I pumped in and out of her tight pussy, keeping it slow, making sure she felt every deep stroke of my cock.

She clung to me, grinding against me, her hips meeting mine, straining against me, fucking me back. I was lost, lost to her and I never wanted to come back.

I pounded into her harder, faster. “I can’t hold on,” I gritted out.

Her mouth tore from mine and she cried out, her inner walls squeezing my dick so hard my head spun. I grunted, slamming in deep, grinding my hips into hers, chanting her name, and came so hard my head was spinning.

When we both finally came down, I turned off the water, lifted her out of the shower, and carried her to the bed. I quickly dried her off. “Climb in.”

She did, and I got in behind her and pulled her into my arms. She turned so she was facing me, hugging me back just as tight.

She pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “How was I walking, talking…” She shook her head. “How was I breathing without you?”

“Steph…”

She lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. “You’re my oxygen, Tomas.”

Fuck. My angel knew how to destroy me with just a handful of words. I had none, none that could ever adequately express the way I felt about her.

So I kissed her.

I showed her.

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