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She will be mine no matter what, and the sooner I remove all other obstacles, nothing can stop us. I push the thoughts from my mind and climb into bed, the mattress sinking from my weight. Siân removes her shirt, and a second later, I’m nestled between her legs. Her velvet heat welcomes me, and my dick jerks as a thank-you.
Not bothering to reach for a condom, remembering the vow I made to knock her up only a second ago, I line my cock with her entrance. I press the head against her opening, but I don’t dip inside. Instead, I coat myself in her juices, then rub it over her clit. We both stare between us, watching as I fuck her bundle of nerves to get her body nice and ready for me.
Once I’m sure she’s wet enough, I meet her hole again, but she presses her hands on my chest, stopping me. “Wait,” she says, out of breath. “We need a—”
Before she can finish, I thrust inside her so deep my balls are tucked against her soft ass.
“Condom.” She trails off even though it’s too late.
“I’ll never use a condom when I fuck you. You’re mine. Do you get that?” I pump in and out of her with my nails digging in her sides, and I bring her as close as I can.
I expect her to fight me on this, curse me for entering her without protection, but she doesn’t. She gives herself to me, taking me inch by fucking inch. Tonight, I’m gentle with her, straining myself from pounding into her the way I’ve dreamed about for weeks now. She needs this—soft and subtle—lovemaking. But when the veil is down, I’ll rip her apart with my cock, ruining her for any other man.
Siân wraps her legs around my waist, meeting my strokes and taking from me what she needs. Unlike the night I spied on her with her ex, she’s falling apart at the seams, bliss written all over her features and frame. And when she grips my dick with her pussy, I know we’re both going to get what we want—for her to come on my cock.
Siân tucks her arms under mine to hold me in place by my shoulders. I reach between us, spreading her cheeks apart to deepen my strokes, not stopping until she’s convulsing under me.
“I’m coming again. Oh my. God, Christian, I love you.”
I tense at her words, but it doesn’t stop me from climaxing. My back buckles, and my nails bite into the flesh of her ass as I shoot my load deep into her sex. It takes a minute before either of us can move, and when we do, neither of us comments on the bomb she just dropped. A piece of me wonders if she even realizes she’s said it, and the other half of me thinks about what that would look like. I’ve never been in love before, but maybe with Siân, I can have that. Maybe she can calm the beast that’s constantly fighting to be freed.
24
SIN
I think I’m having a dirty dream. A dream where Christian is between my legs again, eating me like a starving man. Like he’s feasting on me. Heat flares to life low in my belly, reminiscent of the scorching heat that almost consumed me last night, and I rock my hips in search of more friction. More pleasure.
“Mmm…” I moan, giving myself over to it.
There’s vibration against my folds, and I realize Christian moaned in response. I reach down and run my fingers through his hair. The sensation is so strong, so real. Like the most vivid dream ever.
Only now do I understand this is no dream, that he’s between my legs with his mouth covering my mound and his tongue doing unspeakable things to my sensitive folds. He eased me out of sleep by pleasuring me, pleasure he’s still raining down with every lap of his tongue, with every insistent suck on my clit.
He releases it with a gentle popping sound. “I couldn’t resist,” he growls by way of explanation. “This sweet pussy was calling to me.”
“Yes,” I whisper back, tugging his hair a little in a silent attempt to make him start again. When I lift my hips, almost thrusting my sex into his face, he chuckles.
“Eager girl.” He eases a finger into my channel, then follows it with a second. My back arches, a wordless cry tearing itself from my throat. “You’re hungry for what you know only I can give you. Say it.”
“Yes!” I cry out. “Yes, I’m hungry for you!” I’ll say anything, so long as he never stops what he’s doing, tormenting me with each long, sure stroke. Teasing my spot, massaging it, driving his knuckles against me when he goes deep.
“Show me what you want. Fuck my fingers, beautiful.” I can only do as I’m told as my body takes over for my brain. Taking what it needs, working for it with every thrust of my hips. “Come on my fingers before I make you come on my cock again.”
