Page 115 of Manacled Hearts

FINNIGAN

In my twenty-nine years, I’ve learned a thing or two about sex. Yet, I’ve learned nothing about what just happened between Evie and me.

How could I? It’s not something I’ve ever experienced before. This was not sex; this was a collision of two smoldering souls begging for each other.

It truly was everything.

And I’m utterly terrified.

“Thank you…”

I pull back when those soft, breathless words tickle my shoulder.

“Did you just thank me?” I bite down the chuckle that would probably ruin this moment.

I can’t see the shade of her skin in this dim light, but her little nod makes me wonder if her cheeks are reddening.

“For… sex?” I ask, eyes widening in slight bewilderment.

“For not stopping.”

Oh, that makes more sense. “I should have…” Sighing, I lower myself, brushing the tip of my nose against hers, before I trace down her cheeks, around the curve of her jaw, then the slope of her neck.

The satisfied, feather of a gasp she exhales threatens to get me hard all over again. Not that my cock is particularly soft right now. I’m also reluctant to pull out when I found home inside of her. God save me if I’ll ever have her wrapped around me without a condom. She’ll ruin me. I crave the real feel of her without the barrier, though, I should be thankful for it, because I’m sure I would have blown my load in half a minute without the latex separating us.

I shift up to meet her eyes, and she tightens her grip around me. This time around I do chuckle, and when she attempts to protest my reaction, I press my lips to her swollen ones. Her hold eases and I begin to rise again, breaking the kiss.

“No… don’t leave me,” she pleads, her voice throaty and low, drunk on pleasure.

“I have to take care of you.”

“Leaving me defeats that purpose,” she argues.

“Hell, it’s hard to argue with that. But you need something else right now.”

Before she can protest further, I pull out of her and rise, taking care of the condom when I get in the bathroom. I make quick work of cleaning myself, then soak a clean washcloth under the spray.

“Give me a sec.” She slides out of bed on shaky legs, and disappears in the bathroom for less than a minute, before she comes back and lays back down.

“It’s going to be cold,” I warn Evelyn as I lower myself back onto the bed and give her a few seconds to acknowledge my words before I press the thick cotton onto her. She gasps but doesn’t move.

“Alexa, bedroom lights set to soft,” I order the speaker, and after she confirms, the two bedside lamps turn on to a very dim, warm light.

“Oh, you can control your lights?” There’s such an innocent wonder in her tone as she looks around.

“Yes, it’s a voice assistant and speaker. There, on the dresser.” I point. “You can ask it all sorts of things.”

“I heard of these, but never had the opportunity to try one.”

I want to say something to that, but what can I? They’ve been around for quite a while now, but she’s been living in her car or shoddy motels. Not exactly the place for what I now consider basic technology. I turn my attention to her, her swollen pussy looking fucking delectable before me. But now’s not the time to feast. I wipe slowly, then fold the cloth to an unused part and press it to her, holding it there as I look up into her eyes.

I fight back a flinch when I’m met with her intense gaze. Jesus fuck, she’s beautiful. In this dim light her wild hair in that deep violet looks ethereal, her lips are deliciously swollen, and now I can definitely see a flush on her cheeks.

“Do all men do this to their… umm, after sex.”

She corrected herself. To their what? Fuck friends? Partners? Girlfriends? What exactly are we?

“I really hope so,” I answer, though I feel like an asshole instantly because I haven’t done this nearly as often as I should have. But then again, none of the women I’ve been with were virgins. Or Evelyn. “How does it feel?”

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