Page 125 of A Sin So Pure

“Do I spend my nights in his bed?” Her tone is both gentle and demanding as she rephrases her question.

“No.”

“Correct,” she says, leaning down to peck my forehead. “And whose bed do I share when I’m not half-dead, napping at my desk?”

Her lips trail down my cheek, my jaw.

“Mine,” I whisper. “Though it’s technically beenyourbed recently…”

Nora nips at the tender skin where my jaw meets my neck, making me gasp.

“Don’t be coy,” she says. “Who do I dream about when they’re not sleeping at my side?”

“Me?” My breath has become airy and light.

“That shouldn’t sound so much like a question.”

Nora kisses down my throat, sucking at the hollow where my neck meets my collarbone. There’s a silent command to stay still radiating off her, to let her guide where this night will go.

I am all but putty in her hands, ready to submit to her whims, and yet, part of me is pushed to voice the rest of my worry.

“It’s just that he is theking,” I say. “He is manipulative at best and coercive at worst. And I don’t trust him around you.”

Nora’s free hand slams into the door to my left, caging me in on both sides now. Our noses touch as she growls her frustration, the heat in her eyes a blazing wildfire.

“Don’t be so insecure,” she says. “While we were gone, we came to an understanding—we have a mutual goal. But believeme when I say he became a certified pain in my ass in the process.”

She heaves a great breath, her eyes softening to the color of damp grass after rain.

“Do you understand?” she says.

Do you understand that there is only you?her eyes ask.

My head nods, fast and short little bobs as my throat swells with emotion.

“Yes,” I rasp.

“Good,” she whispers, forehead pressing into mine before her lips dip down to meet me.

The kiss is brief but demanding, and as she pulls back, she sucks my bottom lip between her teeth. The bite of pain mixes with the pleasure in my gut—a volatile combination. I’m a kettle ready to boil over, and she’s barely touched me.

“Does it make you feel powerful, knowing I choose you?” she whispers, her lips grazing over mine as she speaks.

“Yes.”

Her eyes are half-lidded and glazed over with restrained lust, and I know mine are a matching pair.

Soft lips resume their trail over my jaw, my neck, and lower, until they brush against the edge of my bodice. My hands finally find their courage and weave into Nora’s hair. As she moves down my body, her kisses burn, despite the layer of fabric between us.

Nora kneels, her head pausing at my waist. Her head tilts up with a devious smirk. Her hands glide up my legs, gently lifting my skirt with them.

“Does it make you wet?” she asks, teasing fingers exploring my thighs. “Does it feel good knowing you’ve got me wrapped around your finger?”

“Yes,” I repeat. The word is a whispered prayer as she glides over the lace trim at the apex of my thighs. Her thumb presses against my core, confirming how wet her words have made me.

“Good.” Nora hums, continuing to rub with light enough pressure to work me into a frenzy.

It’s a slow build, but she has me locked in a searing stare that increases my pleasure tenfold. But just as I crest the wave into ecstasy, she pulls away.

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