Page 77 of The Sinner's Bargain

“I can’t wait to see how fucking wet you are, sweetheart.”

His low promise jingled through me as potent as if he were still there, growling them into my ear.

My thighs shifted and squeezed together. A futile attempt to smother the fire at my core. The restless fidgeting pulled my top up over my stomach, exposing my sides and back. The cool rush of air did nothing to taper the lingering sensation of his touch.

I groaned and covered my face with the book. I counted to fifty. No matter how I tried to keep my mind busy, I was reminded of the slickness between my legs. The place Thoran promised to soothe when he returned.

I wasn’t so ignorant as to not know what the slippery pool at my center was. I knew it was meant to help my husband get inside me easier and the wetter I was, the more he would enjoy it.

No one ever mentioned this part.

No one ever said I would be in the grips of my body’s madness.

No one ever said I would want him to slide inside me willingly.

Not Jarrett. Never Jarrett.

But Thoran...

The idea of him putting his hands on me excited me to the point of explosion.

Tentatively, I eased my hand across my belly and traced the seam of my tights. The soft fabric gave too easily beneath my wiggling fingers. Offering no resistance as I sank deeper. Past my wrist. The elastic of my panties were no better and before I could retreat, my fingers were between my folds, slipping through to my opening.

“Oh my God...” I choked, voice muffled by the fabric cover of the book still shielding me from the world.

It was dripping.

It pooled at my core, but smeared across everything else, especially the tight knot at the front. The sensitive little bundle that made my toes curl into Thoran’s sheets when I rolled over it. My hips twitched in response, lifting to meet my touch.

“Oh God!” I wheezed, body shuddering violently once. Hard enough that I immediately withdrew.

I scrambled off the bed, breathing hard. My thighs quivered as I struggled to stand. The overwhelming sensation washing over me sent waves of panic as the place I touched pulsed, luring me to continue.

That didn’t feel natural. It didn’t feel like something I was supposed to do. Everything about it had the alarm bells in my head literally ringing.

I was broken.

Thoran was going to see it the moment he touched me, and he would be so disappointed.

My earlier hum of need plummeted into a crippling knowledge that Mother was right. I really couldn’t do anything right. I was a failure and Thoran was going to see it.

Fighting the onslaught of tears burning at the back of my throat, I grabbed my book and hurried from his room back to mine.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

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