Page 63 of Marriage of Sin


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Slowly, he peels my panties off, then undresses himself. I watch, shivering with delight and excitement. I’m tempted to touch myself, but I’m not that comfortable with myself, not yet anyway. Once he’s naked, I straddle him, kissing him slowly as he rubs my pussy, making sure I’m nice and wet, then rubs the tip of his cock against me, stroking himself, getting his shaft soaked with my juices.

“Are you sure?” I ask him, suddenly doubting myself. “This isn’t going to make everything more complicated?”

His eyes flash. “I’ve never wanted someone more than I want you.” He grips my hips and guides me down.

His cock fills me as I slide back. I gasp, back arching. Fuck, I forget how big he is, how it spreads me open. I stay there for a moment, getting used to him, kissing his lips and whimpering, but slowly I start to move again.

Riding, sliding, up and down.

Slick and lovely. Sweat drips down my back. We go slow. He kisses my lips, lavishing praise on me.

“You feel so fucking good, love,” he murmurs, grabbing my hips and holding me down, keeping inside of me. “This is what I need, right here. You and me.”

“You and me,” I echo and start to move faster.

Bliss rattles into my bones. He kisses every inch he can reach, from my lips to my breasts, sucking my nipples as I go up and down then grind myself against him.

I moan, more vocal than I’ve ever been, and just as I can’t take it anymore, he turns and holds me down against the couch, taking control.

He rips into me, staring into my eyes, forehead pressed to mine. I gasp, grinding into him, our hips hitting that perfect rhythm. The only sound is our moans as we crescendo together, building higher and higher.

I’ve never felt so connected with another human before in my life, never gotten on a roll like this before, and as I come, I feel him stiffen too, our orgasms mingling, building on each other until I burst, breaking into pieces, coming with his name on my lips.

As we finish, he lies on the couch with me, both of us breathing hard.

I’m so spent I could sleep right here, my arm across him, my head on his chest. His heart’s fast and steady, and he absently twirls a strand of my hair around one finger.

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t expect that,” I whisper, kissing his chin. “But I’m happy.”

“I’m happy too.” He sits up slightly. “Sleep in bed with me again tonight.”

My eyebrows raise. “What happened to walls and boundaries and all that stuff?”

“Fuck them. I don’t give a damn. I want you in bed with me.”

“Are you going to let me sleep?”

“Eventually.”

I laugh, kissing him. “All right, fine, you convinced me.”

“Didn’t have to work hard at it.”

I pat his chest. “You already did the hard work.”

Chapter31

Finn

Idecide to leave Dara at home as I drive out to the McLaren house. I figure it’d be a bad look, parading the girl I ruined everything for around in front of them.

But I miss her. Strangely, improbably, I miss her.

On the drive, I call Genna to distract myself. “You should’ve seen the look on my dad’s face.”

“I’m guessing he wasn’t happy.”

“That’s an understatement. I kind of thought he might get up and murder us both.”

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