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“Nothing,” I repeat. “I was too turned on to care that you were most likely a dangerous murdering bastard, one who was dead set on taking my virginity. Taking it, not receiving it from me with my permission. And I let you have it even after you stabbed a knife through a man’s hand.”
Lochlan blinks up at me, then gives me a small grin. “I guess I was far from a saint when we met.”
“And yet I still wanted to sin with you.”
That makes his grin widen. “If the worst of your sins is sex before marriage, then I think you’re still considered a saint.”
I start to tell him I’m not that innocent, that I came into the world a murderer. But I push those dark depressing thoughts aside for now.
“Me, a saint? Not after all the fun, filthy things you’ve done to me.” I slide back a few inches until I feel his long hard inches against my bare ass. Of course he’s ready for another round. He’s always ready. “I don’t think saints kiss men’s asses. And being fucked with a knife would probably fall under sodomy, wouldn’t it?”
“Not if your husband is the one wielding it. I think I get a free pass to put any object I want inside my wife’s pussy if she enjoys it. And I do seem to recall you enjoying the hard steel.” His fingertips brush my clit, making me gasp and shiver. “I loved watching your pussy grasp it tight. Seeing it protruding from you, bobbing in and out without me touching it was so fucking hot.”
“I want you inside me right now,” I tell him.
Lochlan sits up, putting us face-to-face, chest-to-chest. “Thank you for not leaving me.” He swipes his lips too briefly over mine.
Smiling, I tell him, “I think you love me too. Even if you won’t say the words back.” His jealousy and possessiveness make me feel like I’m important to him, that I mean something to him, that he cares for me more than anyone else in the world. He helped me find a purpose doing what I love—teaching tennis to kids. While I had no idea that I would love volunteering so much, Lochlan knew. Somehow, within days he had already figured me out. Just like I think I understand him like no one else.
“For all of our days,” he says instead of the three words I long to hear. These are almost as good, so I repeat them.
“For all of our days,” I agree as my husband fills me.
38
Lochlan
Iwake up the next morning with Sophie curled up naked to my side. Most likely curled up to me for warmth since there’s not a shred of bedding to be found on the bed. It probably ended up on the floor the last time I went down on her, eager to taste her release and my own combined.
Needing to use the restroom and cleanup, I slip away from Sophie’s arms, covering her up with the recovered bedding before I leave her. I quickly shower, brush my teeth, and rake my fingers through my damp hair before returning to bed.
In my absence, Sophie rolled to her stomach. I peel the covers back again to see all of her long, beautiful body. Every inch is mouthwatering, especially the tight rounded globes of her ass I still haven’t claimed.
My heart skips a beat remembering what I confided in her last night, and I can’t believe she’s still here with me.
God, I love this woman so damn much.
Why can’t I tell her that? Sophie said she loves me too, but it’s so hard to believe, to trust she won’t change her wish-washy mind tomorrow…
Still, I want her, despite her fickleness that drives me fucking crazy.
Easing up on the bed, I move between her sprawled open legs. My cock lies long and heavy between her ass cheeks, waking her up.
Wiggling underneath me, she moans, “Mmm, yes.”
“Aren’t you sore from last night, princess?”
“Uh-huh,” she replies in a groggy mumble. “But I still want you inside of me again.”
“You need my tongue?” My finger penetrates her from behind slowly, stroking her slick walls.
“Tongue. Fingers. Cock. I want all of you inside of me.”
“Your wish is my command,” I assure her. Before she can ask what I mean, I withdraw my wet finger to thrust two inside of her, still fucking her slowly. Deeply. Getting them good and wet. Sophie’s hips rock in rhythm to them, her moans growing louder. After she comes, she’s nice and relaxed so I remove my fingers to push the tip of one fingertip against her virgin asshole.
Sophie jolts forward but doesn’t protest. Stretching out over her, I kiss her neck, distracting her while prodding her hole. “Ah!” she cries out, right before, “Wait, hold on.”
I remove my finger and sit back on my heels, doing as asked for once. Sophie rolls over to look up at me, so fucking gorgeous. Her hair so messy she’ll never get a brush through it, and I love knowing it was because my hands were in it. We stare each other in the eye for a long silent moment before her gaze slides down to my chest, abs, lower. She pops up then, wrapping her arms around my neck, legs straddling my waist, lining up our lower bodies perfectly.
