Page 19 of A Sin So Pure

“And I promise I won’t tell Ma you’re stuck on the heir to House Pride.”

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IMOGEN

Iwake to the soft rustling of bedsheets.

She always leaves.

Nora’s arm shifts under my neck, but I twist, not daring to open my eyes, and burrow my nose in the crook at her collarbone. My legs entangle themselves with hers; I’m a leech to her warmth, to her presence.

“Don’t go yet,” I groan. “The sun isn’t even up.”

Her soft chuckle shakes us both. “It is. And I have to.”

Cracking open one eyelid, I confirm that the early morning sun is, in fact, peeking through the curtains. It casts golden-orange stripes across the bed.

We do have the monthly Sins meeting tonight, but that isn’t until the evening.

“What’s another five minutes?” I say, snuggling closer.

Our bodies are two puzzle pieces that fit together. We’re not quite naked; Nora’s still wearing her undergarments and my nightshirt’s ridden up. The matching pants in my silk sets never seem to stay on when she comes over, so my legs are beautifully bare.

Her sigh puffs over my forehead.

Nora twists, bringing us nose to nose. In the process, her thigh rubs against my sensitive core, pulling a groggy moan from me. She tries to pull back, but my hips follow hers, chasing that glorious friction.

“Stay,” I say.

It’s an order and a plea.

“Another five minutes, huh?”

The huff of her soft laughter brushes the shell of my ear. I can hear the smirk in her words. Her hand that’s wrapped around my waist wanders, tracing circles over the crest of my hip and down the lush side of my thigh. The smooth pads of her fingertips play with the lacy edge of my nightshirt.

“You’re beinggreedy, Lust. Did I not leave you satisfied last night?”

Gooseflesh rises on my arms.

I brush my lips against hers. “Use my real name when you’re in my bed.”

“Imogen,” she chides. Her fingers slide under my shirt, grazing over the soft flesh of my tummy, then lower, playing at the waistband of my underwear. “Open your legs for me.”

Fuck. Is it possible for a voice to make you come?

I’m quick to comply, giving her easy access to my core.

You’d think Iwouldbe satiated after last night. But I’m not. I never am. My body is to her like a moth is to flames. It’s a dangerous thing, giving into her touch, and I can’t help but beg to burn.

Nora’s lips capture mine, rough and seeking. She’s desperate, thirsty as the desert is for rain in her ministrations. Her tongue licks the seam of my lips, and I yield with a moan, our tongues dancing steps we’ve memorized. My hands find purchase on her shoulders, and my nails dig into the skin there as she rubs circles over my covered core. She’s relentless, keeping a steady pace despite the way my hips buck against her hand.

She concedes to my body’s begging, finally slipping her hand underneath my lace underwear and into my heat. Her fingers quickly find the spot that makes me fall apart, and they curl over it repeatedly, all while her thumb strums at my clit.

Andjustwhen the pleasure is about to crest over that hill, Nora pulls away. My lids snap open to find her devilish eyes studying me as she actively denies me release.

“That’s five minutes.”

Before my mind can process, Nora hops from the bed with a maniacal laugh.

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