Page 126 of A Sin So Pure

“I’m getting tired of you being a tease all the time,” I hiss.

“Jealous brats don’t get to come right away,” she says with a smirk, rising, hands trailing back up my body.

Nora cuts off any protests I attempt by crashing her lips to mine, a fiery explosion of our need. Despite our weekend together as I recovered, she’s been too gentle with me, and I haven’t been fully satisfied.

Her body molds to mine, and our hands interlock in each other’s hair. The sting of her grip shoots shivers down to my core. One of Nora’s legs fits between mine, my dress riding up as I grind against the base of her thigh and top of her knee.

Groaning into her fevered lips, I silently beg for release.

She hears me, both hands gripping my hips and grinding me down harder on her leg. My eyes are screwed shut and my head hangs back, hitting the door as I whisper a curse.

It’s heaven and hell, the way our bodies move together. Nora blesses me with torturous friction, slowly stoking that fire in my core. And when her lips find their way back to that spot on my neck, her teeth grazing and nipping, her tongue sliding over the sting, I come undone.

My hips stall and stutter, and my thighs strangle Nora’s leg as I pulse against her, riding the waves of pleasure.

Nora smiles against my neck as we both come down from the high; our harried breaths turn soft and light. She rests her forehead against mine with a satisfied hum.

“You come so beautifully for me.”

My core instinctively clenches against Nora’s leg, and her smile brightens. I’m caught in its light, stunned.

Whether it be the orgasm fog or the way she beams so radiantly that gives me the confidence to speak—I don’t know. Either way, I find myself uttering a string of words that could fuse us together or break us apart.

“I think I’m falling in love with you. Have been, for a long time,” I say, breathless.

“Oh?” she says, one brow cocked.

“Yeah,” I say. And when she doesn’t say anything, the anxiety of the situation kicks in, making me ramble. “But it’s okay if you don’t?—”

“I’ve never felt like this before, Mo. For anyone.” Nora sighs. “It doesn’t make sense to me. My need for you is irrational. But what else could it be, blooming between us?” Her brows furrow, as if she’s ran the question through her head a thousand times already, always coming away without an answer. “I told you, I’m not good at this. But I want to make it work. I want to make it work foryou.”

“Yeah?” I bite my lip, trying, and failing, to suppress the beam of a smile that lights up my face.

“I thought I made it clear when I let you cuddle me for days,” she says, plucking my lip from between my teeth with her thumb.

I lightly smack her shoulder. “It wasn’tdays.”

“Hours then,” she relents. A soft, teasing smile spreads across her cheeks. “Still the same sentiment.”

I don’t have any more words after that; the emotions in my throat have blocked them all.

“Kiss me again, please,” I manage to squeeze out, leaning into her lips.

Nora laughs, deep and throaty, and it only makes me smile harder as she obliges.

“Only because you asked nicely.”

32

NORA

I’ve discovered the heaven that humans love to preach about. It’s Imogen, in my bed, golden locks shining in the gilded light of sunrise.

The sight used to make my body stiffen, and I wonder how that could have ever been; was I struck still by fear? Denial?

Waking up next to her has been my favorite part of the day for the past two weeks. My obsession with her body has only grown, and in turn, strange feelings have bloomed in my chest. Imogen helped me put a name to them the day she confessed to me.

She’s mine.

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