Page 112 of Cruel Vows

At any moment I feel like Noah is going to come striding back through that door, and then he’s going to take Sean away from me forever.

Sean loops an arm around my waist and pulls me into him. “I love you, El. Now, what do you want to do with the rest of the day?”

“I love you too.” I pull my hand from his to wipe away the tears.

His hand skims down the side of my waist, and for a moment, I flinch away from him, heart leaping to my throat.

Sean freezes, not moving the same way he has every time I’ve flinched at his touch. “We’re going to get through this. You know that, right?”

“I know.”

I swallow down the guilt, but it bubbles to the surface again. Turning to him, an idea pops into my head, and though I don’t know if it’s going to work, all I want to do is have my husband close to me, chasing away the monsters that linger in the dark.

“It’s going to be okay.”

“I want you to make me forget about everything. I want to pretend that this is just another normal day and we’re in bed together and we want to be together, and there isn’t this monster looming over our lives.”

His eyebrows knit together. “Ellie, I’ll give you whatever you want, but I don’t want sex to become a coping mechanism for you. It’s not healthy.”

“Sex is just sex, but I do want to forget the feeling of everything Noah put me through. I want to stop flinching when you touch me because you’re not going to hurt me.”

Sean takes my chin in his hand, turning my face to his. “I love you, and you stop flinching when you stop flinching. I don’t think it’s something we immediately need to worry about stopping today.”

My hand drifts over his thigh, and with just the simple touch, his cock is already straining against the zipper of his pants. “It’s not about that. I missed you and by the looks of things, you missed me too.”

Chuckling, he pulls me in for a kiss that sends my heart racing, fingers fisting into his shirt as I try to pull him closer.

Teeth press into my lower lip, drawing a moan out of me and coaxing my mouth open. Sean’s tongue tangles with mine, then he kneels between my legs.

His fingers slip beneath the hem of my shirt. He brushes against my nipples, teasing them with featherlight touches as his lips move down the side of my neck.

I reach for the button on his pants, fumbling to flick it open and shove both the pants and his boxers down his thighs.

Sean gets off the bed long enough to shed his clothing, his cock hard and bobbing.

My tongue darts out to wet my bottom lip as I lean forward and pull off my shirt.

He groans, fisting his cock. “You’re stunning.”

“I’ve got bruises from my bruises that are still healing.”

He hooks his fingers into the sides of my loose shorts, pulling them down my legs, careful of the cast. “You’re beautiful, El. You always have been, and one of the biggest mistakes I’ve made is not telling you that sooner.”

I cup the back of his head as he settles between my legs again, and I pull him in for another addictive kiss.

With a groan, his fingers slide between my legs, gliding through my slick folds to circle my clit. He teases it with firm presses of his fingers, his mouth working down the length of my torso, tongue tracing patterns on my skin.

By the time his tongue finally presses against my clit, I’m writhing on the bed, arousal coating my inner thighs.

His fingers slide into me, pressing against my inner walls harder with each flick of his tongue over my clit.

“You’re so wet for me,” Sean says, his voice raspy as he looks up at me.

When he crooks his fingers, massaging my pussy, fingers going deeper with every thrust, my legs start to shake. A heat builds in the bottom of my belly, warming its way through me as I come.

“You’re so wet for me,” he says, his voice raspy as he looks up at me.

“I need you now.” I rake my fingers through his hair, tugging on the loose strands. “Please. I need you.”

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