Page 87 of Fearless Sinner

My mouth waters at the sight of how big and erect he is for me.

He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, molding our bodies together.

My body is so ready for him that when he pushes his cock into me, he’s buried to the hilt straight away

“Mine. My lass.” He kisses up my neck and starts pounding into me.

“Cillian…” I throw my head back and moan, savoring the slow, steady pumps he gives me.

Each stroke builds pressure and pleasure in my core. He waits until I'm right there, right at the spot where pleasure has me caught in the grasp of the sweet sensation, before he speeds up. Then he devours me.

Wave after wave of pleasure takes my body, branding me his.

Orgasm after orgasm spirals through me, leaving fire in its wake, and he keeps going. Giving me more.

Suddenly he starts fucking me harder and it’s so powerful I scream out my pleasure.

He smiles at me. “You’re going to do that again for me. All day.”

Holding me against the wall, he covers my mouth with another kiss and continues to fuck me.

I lose my mind after that. Cillian takes me to a world of unending pleasure.

Night comes and goes, and the next five days sail by with us enjoying each other.

We break to eat, I talk to Mom, who looks better each time I see her, and I also talk to Roxanne. Cillian talks with his people, too.

Yesterday we took a walk on the beach for an hour, then we came straight back to bed.

Our wild session today has ended with us taking a bath together in the freestanding tub. I’m nestled between his legs, resting against his chest.

He has one arm around me and the other caressing my hair.

We’ve been silent, the two of us deep in thought.

I’ve been listening to his heart beating and trying to remember it the way a blind person tries to commit something to memory.

In a few days, it will be two months since this man entered my life.

Then we only have a few more months together before we say goodbye. He’s never talked about that part. About how we’ll end.

What would we tell people who don’t know about our arrangement? Our marriage of convenience.

Maybe we’d make up something like we had irreconcilable differences. I’m not sure anyone would believe that. Just to look at us, we seem so perfect.

I don’t think people would believe we cheated on each other either, but I guess it doesn’t matter what people believe. Only what we believe and how we feel in the aftermath.

I promised myself I wouldn’t think about this part but how am I supposed to stop myself from falling head over heels with my husband when I already am?

I was in love with him before I even walked down the aisle and took my vows to become his wife.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Cillian

“Just listen to the sound of my voice and feel me.” I trace my finger down the smooth skin of Chloe’s cleavage and stop just under her breastbone.

I want to look at her like this.

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