Page 30 of Sinner's Vow

“I love you, Kennedy,” I breathe. And I mean every fucking word.

That same fluttery smile pulls on her lips and she leans forward, brushing my nose with hers. “I love you, Noah.”

I pull her into me, wishing that there wasn’t a single ounce of separation between us. My lips consume hers, taking her as mine, mine, mine. My hands clench her hips, gripping her to me, even as I grow hard in my pants and she grinds herself over my erection.

My breathing goes harder, faster. Kennedy grips a hand over the front of my throat, tipping my face up to hers and she deepens the kiss, as if she could suck my soul right from my body, and I’d happily let her do it.

And just at the right time, the car stops, and the driver awkwardly, in poor English, announces that we’ve arrived.

Kennedy grins at me wickedly as she climbs out of my lap and shoves the car door open. Taking my hand, she yanks me out after her.

My mouth comes back to hers, and I yank her up. She hooks her legs around my waist, and I stagger in through the front doors.

There are probably people staring. Hell, there are likely people taking pictures.

But not a single bit of me cares.

I need to get into a room, alone, with my wife, and I need inside of her. Now.

Our kisses grow more desperate, more frantic when we reach the elevator. I smash my fist into the buttons, praying I got the right floor. I press Kennedy’s back against the wall and she lets out the most amazing huff of air as I grind myself into her center. My lips go to her neck and I suck her skin, tasting her delicious taste.

The door dings and I don’t put my wife down as I stumble down the hall, even as Kennedy hauls my shirt up and over my head. It drops somewhere along the way, but I barely even notice. I’m digging in my back pocket as I kiss her, and swipe the key at our room.

Finally, we burst through the door, and Kennedy climbs down off of me, yanking her own shirt over her head, shoving her pants down.

With a wicked grin, I unbutton my own pants, stepping out of them and my boxers at the same time as I watch Kennedy spin around with a wicked grin, her eyes going straight to my dick.

“Like what you see?” I growl as I stalk to her. But I don’t give her a chance to answer as I take her mouth once more, stepping her back toward the bed. I grip her and toss her onto the bed, and she gives the best squeal as she bounces on the mattress.

She wriggles her way out of her panties and with a possessive moan, I kneel on the bed and flip her around. And I let out an appreciative little moan/sigh when she places her hips high in the air, poised and ready.

“I could spend all day, every day right here, with this as my main view,” I say in a low voice as I take hold of my shaft and rub my head up and down her slick entrance.

“Good, because I’m kind of obsessed with finding all the ways you can make me come,” she says, her tone heady.

And her dirty words, I can’t hold back any longer. I press myself inside of her with one quick thrust. She lets out a moan, her head dropping toward the bed, her hands gripping the blanket.

I pull most of the way out, fixing my eyes on the point where we meet, and I slide back in again.

“Harder,” my wife commands.

I oblige, and snap my hips forward again, burying myself all the way to the hilt. When she lets out a satisfied moan, I grin.

In. Out. Harder. Faster.

And when she lets out another moan, I lean forward, reaching between her legs, and circle the pad of my middle finger around her clit.

“Noah,” she breathes out in a panicked, scandalized breath. I smile harder, and pick up the speed, cutting right down the center, putting just a little more pressure on her bundle of nerves. The breath rips in and out of her chest and she arches back into my body in the best way.

And she comes as she throws her head back, covering my hand with her own between her legs. Sweet, sweet tension coils in my body as I take in the shape of her, her position, knowing I’m buried so deep inside her.

And everything in me shatters. I clamp down tight on her, my hips bucking forward.

There isn’t a single thing that exists outside this room, outside this bed.

The entirety of the world exists in this space.

Slowly, gently, as we both come down off the high, I pull out and slide back in, coaxing the last bits of pleasure from our bodies.

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