Page 19 of Sinner's Vow

My mouth opens, letting him in. And his scent, so familiar, but so missed, floods my lungs, and it’s the best thing there is in this world.

Him telling me his secrets. Me telling him mine.

Noah turns us, pinning me against a wall. My hands grip the front of his shirt as our tongues move in unison, and I pull him as tight against my chest as we can get.

A night of openness. A night spent with someone who understands what it feels like to be torn in two.

A night that’s the best ever.

And the aching, dying feeling in my chest when he told me he was leaving for Australia in the morning.

“Come with me,”he whispered as he’d kissed me. “Kennedy, I can’t stand the thought of ever being away from you, ever again. I’ve just found you. Can I keep you?”

“Yes,”I’d answered, the most earnest word I’d ever spoken.

“Kennedy,” Noah whispers now as his mouth drops to my neck. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry I couldn’t remember for so long.”

“I forgive you,” I pant. My hands rise to either side of his neck and his eyes meet mine. “I knew you were mine. You’re mine now. And I’m yours.”

“I want you, Kennedy,” he breathes. The words are filled with want, with lust. But I hear the sincerity in them. The promise. “Now. Forever. I want you, Kennedy Alexander.”

And at the name, at the acceptance of it, every last bit of my restraint shatters.

“Then take me,” I pant.

Noah’s hands come to the black t-shirt I’m wearing, and in the hottest, most feral move ever, he shreds it in half, exposing my chest, my stomach. With greedy, hungry eyes, he looks at me, taking me in.

My chest is heaving, fast and heavy. I love the way I feel under his gaze. As he takes in the fire-engine red bra I’m wearing, every inch of me tingles and tightens, waiting in anticipation.

“Fuck, the things you do to me,” he growls as his lips return to mine and between us, one of his hands comes up to cup my breast. I moan into his mouth at the pressure and reach between us, searching for the button of his pants. In two seconds, I undo it and then reach for the hem of his shirt. In one quick movement, we remove it together.

“How are you this perfect?” I hum as I take him in. His arms are sculpted to perfection. His chest is to die for, and my hands don’t stay away from his abdomen for one second. And the tattoo on his chest, stretching down his stomach, the dragon and the snake interwoven, I can’t keep my eyes away.

“Only with you, Mrs. Alexander,” he says, his voice low and savage. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and scrapes them down my legs, kissing his way down one thigh as he goes. My eyes slide closed, and I lean back against the wall for support.

Down to only my bra and underwear, Noah takes his time rising to his full height again, kissing and touching and licking his way up.

And the moment he’s upright, he grips my hips, hoisting me off the ground. I loop my legs around his waist as our mouths reunite. Through his boxers, I feel the hard steel of his length pressing against my slick entrance.

Instead of carrying me to the bed, Noah sits me on the edge of a dresser. His lips trail to my neck and one hand rises over my breast, pulling the lacy material down to expose me. Without hesitating, Noah’s mouth drops to my nipple, sucking and biting gently.

My fingers lace into his hair as my head drops back.

Every bit of me is trembling with anticipation, with need, with relief. Noah is the best I’ve ever had. By no small comparison. The night we got married, I had the best sex of my life.

And here we are again.

Leaving me exposed, Noah’s mouth trails down the center of my stomach, all tongue and teeth. And then he raises a hand, his eyes meeting mine, seductive and dominating. He guides me back gently, my back resting against the wall, and he drops to his knees.

Adrenaline spikes in my veins and my breathing goes shallow and fast.

Noah hooks his fingers into my underwear, and gently, he drags it down over my hips, down past my knees, and then he drops it beside him on the floor.

“Fuck you’re beautiful,” he breathes as his eyes scrape down every inch of me. And with a surge of thrilling anticipation, he dives in.

His lips meet my clit perfectly, pressing a wet kiss to it. My eyes flutter closed as I grip the edge of the dresser, spreading my legs wider for him. And I feel myself stretch as he inserts one finger into my channel, and then another.

“You taste so good,” he growls against my flesh. He takes a wide, flat tongue and drags it up over my center. My back arches and a gasp escapes my mouth. He fixes his mouth right over my mound and he gives a deep, strong suck.

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