Page 116 of Blood & Betrayals

I lift myself onto my knees and push down his sweatpants before shifting my panties to the side, the soaked lace slick against my fingers. I roll my hips until the tip of his cock lines up with my entrance. Bracing my hands on his chest, I meet his eyes and press down, slowly taking him inside my pussy. Connor’sgroan is guttural and so filled with need that it takes my breath away.

I lean down and claim his mouth hungrily, muffling our sounds of pleasure and tasting his need. Slowly, his cock fills me, my body sinking onto him until I have taken him to the hilt. My inner walls tighten and pulse around his length, adjusting to the delicious stretch. Connor moans loudly, and I pull back, covering his mouth with my hand and stilling my hips. I pant as I look down at him. “You need to be quiet. Okay?” I whisper.

Connor nods, but I don’t move my hand from his mouth as I start to move on him. I lift my hips and slowly drop them down again. His eyes roll back in pleasure, and I bite my lip to mute my moan as I move faster on him. Connor grabs my waist and digs his fingers into me. His grip is just about hard enough to bring me pleasure, but not quite. I drop my hips down harder, the sound of my labored breathing and our skin slapping together the only thing that fills the room. It is erotic and filthy in its own way, made more so by the occasional muffled groan.

I look down at him, recognizing the way his eyes have darkened. He’s close, too. I add my free hand to the one covering his mouth to muffle his shout and bite my lip hard enough to make it bleed as I come. My orgasm surges through me, and I throw my head back in ecstasy. Connor’s shout is still loud even beneath both of my hands, but I am too lost in orgasmic bliss to care. His shout could have blown the house down, and I wouldn’t have given a fuck.

I roll off him, panting. Connor lays next to me, completely spent. He links his fingers through mine.

“Babe?” he asks breathlessly.

“Hm?” I roll, curling into his side.

“Does it bother you when I tell you I love you?”

I frown. “What?”

Connor looks at me. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“No, I… I like it,” I answer honestly. I like the way it makes me feel. I like the way the truth of it surrounds me like a fuzzy blanket.

Connor nuzzles his nose against mine. “Good. I like saying it. I just wanted to make sure.”

I tense a little. “Does it bother you that I?—”

“No.” Connor stops me, his eyes locked on mine. “Because you show me.”

I cup his cheek, staring up at him. “Con?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“That angel earlier.” I brush my thumb along his cheek, desperate to give him a truth. This truth. “It was,” I drop my voice to a whisper, “the Almighty.”

Connor blinks, taking a moment to process. “Shit, it was? What did she say?”

My lips twitch. “That you’re a good guy. But I’ve to tell you that you won’t get anywhere by being an ass.”

Connor quirks a brow. “I’m calling bullshit. No way she’d say the word ass.”

I laugh. “It was something to that effect.”

Connor laughs with me and nuzzles my nose. “I knew you were special.”

I briefly consider telling him about the question she granted me and the answer I so desperately needed, but a part of me wants to keep it for myself. It’s a slim beam of hope amongst the ruin that is my soul.

“You will find more than peace, my child. You will find happiness. Joy. Belonging.”

Connor pulls me against his chest, wrapping me in his warmth and scent. Safe and warm and loved, I fall into a deep sleep.

The bed shifts as Connor climbs out, and I bury my face into his pillow, inhaling deeply. I brush my fingers against the sheets, still warm from his body, and I groan at the lack of hard muscle beneath my fingers. Barely awake, I stumble out of bed and through to his bathroom. I strip off on the way and then climb in beside him. The warm spray of the water is soothing and comforting against my skin. Connor pulls me into him, wrapping his strong arms around me. I nuzzle against his chest, pressing kisses along his collarbone and neck.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

I mumble sleepily in response and brush my lips back and forth over the stubble on his jaw.

“You know, I like waking up to you, but I love how you followed me into the shower, still mostly asleep.”

I smile and lean heavily against him, my breasts crushed against his chest. “Oh yeah? Why is that?” I ask, my voice still thick from sleep.

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