Page 72 of Selfish Desires

Vincent hummed in acknowledgment, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around my waist. “Let’s talk before we go out. What do you say?” he murmured into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. I nodded, the breath hitching in my throat caused by the uncertainty of what he wanted to talk about.

A knot formed in my stomach at his words. “Talk?” I repeated, a shiver of unease cutting through the room's warmth.

Vincent nodded, his expression turning serious as he gestured toward the bed. I secured my towel first before joining him on the mattress. He waited until I was seated before speaking. “I’ve been thinking about something since the day I proposed. You had your first real punishment with the paddle and all that. You remember that, right?”

“Of course, I remember,” I replied cautiously, watching his eyes flicker around the room. The memory alone sent a quick rush of heat to my pussy, recalling the sound of the paddle against my flesh and the sting of Vincent’s strength. The playful grin from this morning was completely gone, replaced with an inscrutable expression that set my nerves on edge.

“Out of all times to explore boundaries like that, why then? Why that night?”

I blinked rapidly. The question caught me off guard, and my mind instantly dived into the memory. “That night was... intense,” I murmured, swallowing hard as I replayed the sensations in my mind. “But... you're asking why? Why then?”

He nodded, his gaze never leaving mine.

I fiddled with the edge of the towel, my lips pursing slightly as I gathered my thoughts. The intensity of that night and the rawness of our emotions all seemed to blur together. But now he wanted to understand why we explored those boundaries that night.

“May I offer my theory?” Vincent traced his finger along my glistening collarbone as a fresh coating of cool sweat sprinkled my skin. “I think you felt like you were being bad by accepting my marriage proposal. You might have felt I moved too quickly after returning into your life. And by accepting an engagement ring from me, in a way, you believed it was wrong, and you wanted to be punished for trusting someone like me too soon.” Vincent swallowed and leaned in, dragging his lips along my neck, sending a dangerous thrill from the pit of my stomach down my legs, causing my toes to curl.

His words struck a nerve, a raw and tender spot I had desperately avoided since he proposed. The room seemed to shudder around us, echoing the tremor ringing through my body. My eyes closed, the sensation of his lips against my skin making it impossible to focus on anything but him.

“It's not like that,” I protested weakly, trying to ignore the heat of his body pressed against mine. But in the silence following my denial, I questioned myself. Was there truth in his theory?

“I wasn't punishing myself for trusting you,” I whispered finally, meeting his gaze again. His eyes were dark and full of emotion that twisted my stomach into knots.

“No?” he murmured against my skin, the vibration of his voice sending tingles down my spine. His arms tightened around me, drawing me even closer to him. “Then why did you happen to choose that particular night?”

“Maybe because we needed it,” I replied, my heart pounding as adrenaline coursed through my blood. “Or maybe I needed it.” My throat clicked as I swallowed away the lump forming as one of Vincent’s hands pressed against my stomach, easing me onto my back.

“Open yourself up to me.” Vincent shifted, pressing his hard dick against my leg.

“I-” I whispered, my breath hitching as his free hand tugged at the knot securing my towel, “I don't know...”

The fabric slipped from my body to pool around us, leaving me bare beneath him. Heat radiated from his gaze, trailing down my body and leaving goosebumps in its wake. He hummed in response, the tip of his finger tracing aimlessly across my stomach, stopping at the apex of my thighs. I shifted my body upward, desperate to have his thick fingers sink into my wet cunt.

“I know what you want,” Vincent teased, his warm breath coating my ear. “But I’ll only give you what you need if you are honest with me.”

“I am being honest,” I forced out the words, my head falling back and my legs falling open, putting my glistening sex on display for Vincent’s eyes.

A low groan escaped from his throat, his fingers flexing against my stomach. The tension in the room was palpable, wrapping around us tightly, and the taste of it was sweet and bitter on my tongue.

“Are you?” His gaze returned to mine. His thumb swept over my lower lip, tugging it down slightly before releasing me again. His eyes moved to my exposed sex, a predatory gleam flashing in his gaze.

“Yes,” I murmured, my skin flushing under his intense gaze. The anticipation was maddening, like a tautly pulled string waiting to be released. I was laid bare under him in more ways than one and found myself aching for him.

“I think you're not telling me everything, Wendy.” He drawled out my name like it was a sin. His fingers brushed against my inner thigh, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.

I bit down on my lower lip, trying to suppress the moan threatening to tumble out.“What else could there be?”

He leaned in close again, his lips pressing against my earlobe. “I think you're scared of what admitting the truth might mean.” The words sent tingling chills rushing through me. “Can you admit that you're afraid?” Vincent’s fingers brushed against my throbbing clit, causing me to buck instantly.

“I--I am,” I finally admitted, the words tumbling out like an avalanche of relief and fear mingling. It felt like ripping off a bandage I never knew was there, but it stung.

He withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving me aching for more. The loss of contact was jarring, and I whimpered, reaching out for him. In an instant, he was back on me. His strong arms folded around me, pulling me up against his chest. His lips met mine in a heated kiss, leaving us breathless.

“Open your legs for me.” Vincent pressed one of my legs against the bed as he shifted himself above me.

“Vin,” I gasped against his mouth, my heart hammering in my throat. He didn’t say another word as he placed his hands on either side of my trembling thighs, coaxing them apart.

His touch was tender, reverent almost, as though marking a territory that had long been unexplored. As soon as there was enough space between my legs for him to kneel, he positioned himself there. His hot breath hit my swollen clit, and I arched off the bed, whimpering at the contact.

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