Page 30 of When Day Breaks

I glide the tips of my index fingers over her nipples, and the way she arches her back slightly is a sin I won't allow her to not repent for. I will have her confession so deep in my mouth as I take her breath away if she doesn't fucking stop.

But hypocritically, I can't stop either.

"I don't mean to hurt you," I nearly growl in a low tone as I run my fingers back over the front of her breasts, her fingers dig into my skin as I do and a lusty gasp leaves her parted lips.

"I need you towantme," I say to her as I trace back down her body but instead of sending my fingers back over her thighs, I let one sit at the curve of her thigh and I center my other hand to trail down the front of her, leading down to her core.

My fingers stop at the top of her pussy, not quite teasing her clit just yet but rather rubbing circles over the apex of her thighs.

"And I want you toneedme." She practically whimpers her response, and while I know the serious meaning of her words—in response to the serious meaning in mine—I take the intimacy from them for now and allow myself to touch her where I know we're both dying to go.

"Oh," she moans as she arches her back when my finger falls over her clit.

I massage it gently, allowing her to revel in the feeling of pleasure the way I know it plagues Nocturnes as we feel everything more intensely.

She presses her back as far as she can into my chest and simultaneously grinds herself against my cock.

The urge to sink my teeth into her skin while I rub soft circles around her clit is what has me leaning to her neck. I prime her by kissing her first then sucking her flesh into my mouth, feeling the pulse underneath her skin pound heavily against my tongue.

I open my mouth and let my teeth graze gently over her skin before she stops me.

"No," she protests. "No blood. Not right now." I hear the desperate plea in her voice and though I've never let anyone else tell me that I can't have something I want, I listen to her.

Only to her.

I understand her request. Blood is what got us into this mess to begin with and I can tell she wants this without the burden of remembering why we're in this detrimental situation.

I focus back on her, pinching her clit gently between my fingers and I can feel her body tense. I grip her hip tightly with my other hand as she moans and pants against me. I slide down her slit and into her entrance, feeling her already tighten around my fingers as I push in.

"That feels so good." Lust grips her tone and her eyes flutter to close as she squirms into me while trying to push my fingers deeper. She wraps an arm around my neck to hold herself to me, molding us together.

I grind the palm of my hand over her clit as I thrust my fingers in and out of her. I move my other hand up to palm her breast, squeezing it gently. I need her to chase her orgasm. I need to feel her come undone because I know she needs it, and I want to know I gave that to her.

"You deserve your pleasure, little one," I whisper the words into her ear. “You really aresuchan angel.”

"Fuck," she cries out in broken moans. I feel her pussy squeeze around my fingers and her swollen clit pulses against my palm.

"Take it." My words skate darkly against her neck and that's when my sweet sin lets go.

She crashes against me, her head falling back into my chest as she cries out in pleasure, riding my fingers. Her orgasm escapes her in a parade of sinful symphonies as she relishes in the waves of her gratification.

It's an ungodly sight. My wife, fucking my fingers, desperately christening us in a bath of blood water—an act of repentance—hating me for my ruination and impurifying her with my own sins.

I am her nightmare but this . . . this is a delectable dream that I refuse to wake up from, surrendering to the rapture of my atonement.

Her moans die down after a moment and she starts to control her breathing again. I remove my fingers and watch her as she slinks against me.

But not a second later, she turns around in front of me and stares me right in the eye as she reaches for my aching cock.

"No," I tell her. Knowing that this needed to be about her. I want nothing else from her other than her pleasure, but I can't lie. I love the way her small warm hand grips the girth of my dick.

"I won't take no for an answer, Rivian.” She slides in closer, her touch becoming more possessive as she leans in and presses her lips against mine. I kiss her back. Her mouth feels like heaven.

"Not here." I nod my head toward her bedroom, but she only licks her lips before she responds, "I thinkhereis the perfect place."

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to be your salvation

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