Page 154 of The Sinner's Bargain

His response was to fill me with his semi hard cock. His face shiny with saliva and us came up over mine and before I knew what he was doing, he kissed me. His tongue delved into my mouth, thrusting to match his hips. Me and him flooded my mouth. Our taste pooled in my belly, and I groaned. I sobbed. I gripped his head and rolled my hips and ate him as he slammed in harder and harder. My tongue pushed into the hot cave of his mouth, and I took back everything he’d taken out of my body and swallowed it while he watched. Both our eyes open and boring into the other.

“Harder,” I rasped with my teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

He growled deep in his throat and complied. Our lips never parted. Not even when we both came.

“I want it,” he said later as we stood beneath the spray of my shower. His chest was a hard coil of muscle and heat resting against my back. His arms anchored my waist. Hands splayed across my flat belly.

I tipped my head back against his shoulder. “Hm?”

He kissed my nose, my eyelids one at a time and finally sipped the water from my lips. “If you get pregnant from earlier, I want the baby.” His thumb traced circles around my belly button. “I want to wait. I still do if it turns out you’re not, but if you are...” he kissed me again, a little harder. “I want you to be.”

I shivered and he tightened his hold. A warmth spread over me and through me. It had been happening a lot and only when I was with Thoran. He made everything feel so safe, so unimaginably happy. I’d never been so empty of all the dark things in my head. I was almost scared I wasn’t worried about something. Like I was foolishly forgetting something and it would jump out and attack me if I didn’t remember.

“Blue?”

I raised my attention to him once more. “Yeah?”

Rather than answer, he snapped off the shower and moved to grab a towel. He shook it out and swung it around my shoulders. His large hands rubbed my arms and back. He used the corner to pat my cheeks and neck. Drying me with the gentleness of someone caring for something precious and fragile.

“Are you hungry?”

I was. I was starving.

“Yes.”

He helped me from the tub and reached for a second towel.

I watched him scrub roughly at his own arms and shoulders. The harshness of it made me wince. His lack of care for himself had me taking the cloth from his fingers and running it tenderly along his jaw and down his neck. He watched me quietly as I gathered the moisture off his beautiful skin.

“Gentle,” I told him. “I won’t have you hurting yourself.”

His scowl would have scared me several weeks ago, but only tugged the corner of my lips upwards. “It’s fine.”

I shook my head. “You’re banned from drying yourself. I’ll have to do it for you from now on until you can be trusted.”

His frown deepened only to be contradicted by the glimmer of laughter in his eyes. “Barely married an hour and you’re already telling me to what to do.”

I leaned up on my toes and kissed his chin. “Are you saying you wouldn’t like me drying you?”

His arms closed around my middle, and I was squeezed into him. “You can do anything you want to me, sweetheart. I won’t deny you anything.”

“Anything?” I coaxed.

His thumb and index finger seized my chin. “Name it.”

What could I possibly ask for when he’d already given me everything I’d ever wanted?

“Food,” I said finally.

It was a struggle voicing the request, but not as it once used to be. Mother’s voice was still there, still hissing that I was a pig for making such a bold declaration, but I knew Thoran would never judge me for eating.

He proved my assumption correct when he grinned and kissed me. “Done.”

We drew apart and he let me dry him. Let me run the towel across all that beautiful flesh that belonged to me. It was probably ridiculous how giddy and possessive I felt of this man, but I didn’t care. He was mine.

“You look frighteningly too pleased with yourself, wife,” he teased, capturing a lock of my hair and twisting it around his finger. “What has that look on your face?”

I blinked with what I hoped was believable innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

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