Page 41 of His Reluctant Savior

Three days. Those three days felt like an eternity. Then there I was, prepping myself for the sex I hadn’t had in years, with Sid, who I hadn’t seen in a quarter of a century. The surreal moment made me question everything, yet I wanted to do it with him. It was like my lightness and his darkness tugged and pulled at each other instead of repulsed, finding a gray balance between the two.

The last time I had sex was with Matt a couple of weeks prior to his death. Even then, I’d barely had sex in nearly a decade because we’d been so busy with work and raising an infant. My husbandpreferred to bottom, and he tried to fuck me a couple of times to switch things up, but we enjoyed our dynamic. I kind of liked that Sid and I shared a different dynamic.

Ugh, I really didn’t need to think about poor Matt right before I was about to have sex with another man.

“What are you doing, Dalton?” I asked myself in the foggy mirror of the hotel bathroom. “You’re fucking crazy, is what you are.”

I’d always been drawn to Sid whenever he was near; almost like he vibrated with magnetic energy. My attraction to him was visceral… Fuck, and so wrong. He went against everything that I believed in and worked against everything I’d strived for.

I didn’t want to be one of those men who tried to change their partner. Even if I did, at the end of the day, Sid was a killer. He could stop killing forever, but that stigma was hard to erase, if at all. Yet because of who and what he was, he saved Owen and me, and that was something I would never forget. It made it easier to look past what he was.

But in the end, did it really matter? Sid being a killer wasn’t what put me through a bit of an internal crisis, constantly questioning my sanity. The very people who were supposed to protect us became the predators and murderers. They were elected officials meant to do good in the world, not harm it. And the killer became the protector. The thought kind of fucked me up.

I didn’t know where Sid and I were going from here, but I still planned to do this and be with him for as long as it lasted. For all I knew, I could die tomorrow, so I would embrace life and take a riskwhile I still could.

I came out of the bathroom, completely naked, to find Sid also naked, lying on the bed with his hands tucked under his head. His body was stunning, broader than mine. I’d never been into tattoos before, but they looked good on his muscular arms.

“Took you long enough,” he said, smirking.

“I had a moment of moral crisis,” I said honestly.

“Did the moment pass?”

I breathed a laugh. “It did… for now.”

Sid sat up, stood from the bed, and walked toward me with purpose and determination in his beautiful blue eyes. His cock was already swelling, getting ready for me. I swallowed at his size, worried about the pain, but the world would have to explode before I stopped this.

Like always, he claimed me as if he owned me. Perhaps he did. His hand grasped my throat and gently squeezed as he lifted my head before consuming my mouth in a soul-sucking kiss. When Sid kissed, he put his entire body into it, like he wasn’t just kissing my mouth, butallof me at once.

It was only natural for my hands to gravitate toward the round globes of his pert ass, so I made a conscientious effort to stay away from it. My hands traveled up his back and into his short hair, buzzed by his neck. His growing scruff chaffed my sensitive skin, but I also liked it. The beard burn was another way of showing the world he owned me.

Still holding my throat, he twisted my head so he could bite my neck. “Mine,” he growled, the vibration sending an arousing shiver across my body.

His mouth moved onto my shoulder, and bit that, too. “Mine,” he said again.

Sid maneuvered us so that my back was turned toward the bed, and we walked to it until my ass fell onto the mattress. He eased me onto my back before he dropped to his knees on the floor, spread my legs, and fisted my cock.

“Mine,” he said once more.

I swallowed from his owning declaration and fisted the blanket at my sides. “Yes…” was all I could say.

“No coming.”

My heart and breathing stopped as I looked up at him wide-eyed. His mouth hovered over the tip of my dick, his breath ghosting all my nerve endings. He looked at me with big blue eyes full of too much delight at my sudden panic.

“What?” I asked. “Are you seriously going to leave me hanging…again?”

“Yes. But it will only be temporary, babe. I promise. Trust me, your control will begreatlyrewarded.”

I lay my head back down and groaned. “You suck.”

His deep chuckle reverberated through my body as his breath ghosted and taunted over my cock again. “That’s the plan.”

I rolled my eyes, about to retort to his stupid joke, when he folded my legs back against my stomach and devoured my hole.

“Fuck!” I hissed loudly. A whimper may or may not have slipped out of me. God, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been rimmed or how good it felt.

His tongue was soft and warm, yet demanding and intrusive. Nothing Sid did was delicate. Even when he was being gentle, he was forceful. With each touch, he commanded attention and ownership.

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