Page 105 of Sinister Intentions

It was as if she’d just waited for my permission—her walls clamped down on me even harder, and she came with an airy moan.

Only then did I let go of the tight grip I had on my own feelings. I thrust deep a couple of times, set up a punishing rhythm, buried myself to the hilt, and found my own release deep inside her.

Marking her.

Claiming her.

Making her mine.

Irrevocably.

She lay trembling beneath me while I struggled to catch my breath.

I gathered her close and rolled us around so she was on top while staying inside her body. “Are you okay?” I brushed her forehead with my lips and traced patterns over her back.

She was so soft and pliant in my arms, I could only enjoy the moment even though I knew as soon as she came down from the high, she would probably rip into me for not using a condom. “Are you still hurting?”

She shook her head. “I never thought it would be like this.”

Her soft whisper did something to me. As if everything inside of me shifted and re-arranged to make space for her.

I nuzzled her hair. “This is just the start. It will only get better.” And I would make sure it would. There was a whole world I wanted to show her. Explore with her. I couldn’t wait to introduce her to my list of sexual pleasures and practices to try and find out what kinks floated her boat.

She was good with my dominance despite being on the brattier side. But that would be making her submitting to me just that more fun.

She raised her head, then nuzzled my neck, her teeth grazing my pulse point. “Is that a promise?”

I nodded, then squeezed her tighter against me.

She laid her head back on my chest and remained silent for a minute. “We need to talk about the other thing.”

“What other thing?” I said, feigning innocence.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what I mean,” she said, then pulled back, put distance between us, and covered herself with the blanket.

The moment I slipped out of her, I missed being inside of her.

She was like a drug for me. As if having her plastered against my body was the only way I was sure she was safe and mine. “Let’stake care of you first,” I said, got up, and walked into the en-suite bathroom. I wet a towel, then came back.

She was shy and clutched the blanket against her chest.

“Shyness, shame, or fear have no place in our bedroom,” I said while I pulled the blanket to the side and cleaned her up.

She cocked her head and stared at me the whole time.

As soon as I was done, I stared back.

“I’m too young to be a mother.”

I grinned. “Why not let fate make that decision?”

She narrowed her eyes and scowled at me. “Is Fate one of your aliases now?”

I grinned at her quip.

“And also, are you out of your freaking mind? Until yesterday, we hated each other. And if that wasn’t enough—which it is—our lives are far too complicated to bring a child into it.”

I threw the towel on the floor and crawled over her, pressing her into the mattress. “Let me uncomplicate our lives right now. You’ll become my wife as soon as I can arrange everything. And if you need to uncomplicate it even further, I have no problem keeping you locked up in here.”

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