Page 68 of Corrupt Me

“Why did you do that?” I asked unevenly, still catching my breath. I hadn’t wanted things to end so quickly, not when I hadn’t gotten to feel him inside me. I feared Tristan might back off now.

“I wanted to taste you as you came.” He ran his tongue, the same one that had feasted on me like I’d been his personal buffet, over his lips.

Dear. Fucking. God.

This man.

I hadn’t imagined my need for him could get stronger, not after what my body just went through, but damn, if I wasn’t ready…hell, eager for more.

When Tristan rolled to the side and got out of bed, leaving me like a melted candy bar on a hot summer night, prickles of disappointment danced in my belly. I was about to open my mouth and make a smart-ass remark when he dropped his sweatpants.

He discarded them to the side as I drank in every angle of his body. I’d seen Tristan naked before. He seemed fond of trying to shock me with his nakedness, but having him in front of me for my leisurely pleasure…all I could do was bite my lip and stare.

Sauntering back to the bed, he captured my lips in a kiss so carnal I wasn’t sure how much more I could take without feeling as if I would explode from the inside out. I pulled him on top of me.

“Are you on the pill?” he asked, brushing damp strands of hair from my face.

I nodded. “Yeah. I never miss a dose.” It was true. I was religious about taking it but not for the reasons he assumed. I needed the relief it offered from the stabbing cramps that used to paralyze me for days.

He positioned himself between my legs, and my body automatically tensed, uncertainty breaking slightly through the haze of lust. “Relax, Shortcake,” he murmured against my swollen mouth.

If only it was that easy…a snap of my fingers, but my mind and body weren’t cooperating.

Tristan’s brows drew together as he studied me closer. “Are you nervous?” he asked, his fingers tracing down the slope of my neck.

“Why would I be nervous?” The lie rolled off my tongue, and Tristan looked unconvinced, which wouldn’t do. I caught hislips in a kiss, flaming the hunger inside me. Somehow with his mouth on mine, my courage swelled. Like tearing off a wax strip, I just had to close my eyes and do it.

My hips lifted, pushing the tip of his length slightly inside me.

His hand went to the back of my thigh, lifting my leg to wrap around him. “I need to be inside you,” he moaned, showing more restraint than any guy I knew…more than I desired.

My core clenched, aching to have him deeper. “What are you waiting for?”

His eyes flared. “Be careful what you ask for.” He thrust inside of me, and I was so wet he encountered little resistance. I’d braced myself for the burst of pain, and yet, it still surprised me. A gasp slipped through my parted lips as my nails dug into his shoulders. I waited for the thrusting of his hips, for the pain to continue, but it didn’t.

His body went still. Silence fell over the room. He stopped breathing, the hard-ass muscles lining his body strained.

I peeked under my lashes to find him staring at me with a mixed expression of oddness, awe, and anger like he couldn’t believe whatever was going through his head. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

“Damn it, Ever,” he growled, his biceps flexing as he held himself over me. “You should have told me.”

My virginity was no longer a secret. I met his gaze unflinchingly and unapologetically. “Why? So you could tell me how wrong this is? It’s my choice.You’remy choice.”

Our bodies were still joined together. He filled me so completely, and my body wanted to react, to move against him. My muscles clenched around him, and his eyes blazed. “You and Preston never…”

I shook my head.

Perhaps I should have mentioned beforehand that I was a virgin.

Up until this point, I’d protected my virginity because I hadn’t been ready. It had nothing to do with waiting for that special person or my wedding night despite what Preston might have thought. He just hadn’t been the one. Deep down, I’d always known. Deep down, I’d had someone else in mind.

Desiring Tristan had felt like a sin.

“Shit.” He exhaled loudly.

My nails ran down his spine as I mustered up my courage. “Tristan, I don’t want to stop.” The words that spilled from me carried no hint of shame or remorse. They were just the truth.

I’d never seen his eyes so dark as they locked onto me. “Fuck it. I’m already going to hell.” His hips rolled slowly and gently with such controlled discipline. I could hear it in his voice when he asked, “Does this hurt?”

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