Page 162 of The Young & the Sinner

I was careful not to let go of my full weight. I didn’t want her to feel trapped with me. Never with me.

As she laid there, staring up at the ceiling of our new home, I couldn’t help but marvel at how far she had come since her attack. She still got this haunted look in her eyes sometimes, but those were getting few and far in between.

There had been moments in my life when I feared she might be scared to become intimate with me because of what happened. But she had never shown a hint of fear anytime we were together, not even during the time I punished her with orgasms.

I felt her smile against my skin, and I cuddled her further into the crevice of my neck.

I moved then, turning us around so that I was on the bottom and she was lying top of me, our legs tangled, and my fingers playing with her long hair.

She rested her cheek on my chest, her hands moving softly around my skin, anywhere she could reach.

We didn’t say anything for a long while. I think we were both marveling over all that had just happened.

“I didn’t know,” she said, first to break the silence. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”

I wasn’t going to lie and say I never enjoyed sex before her. I had. But with her, it felt different.

She was different in every way that counted, and I was keeping her.

“I know, baby,” I said softly, placing a quick kiss on the top of my head.

“I guess you could say we officially broke in the house.”

I let out a small laugh, my chest shaking her. “Not yet, but we’re almost there.”

She pulled herself up slightly so she could look at me. “Almost there?”

I was sure my eyes gleamed with humor when I said, “Yeah. I still have to fuck you in every room in this house. There are a lot of rooms, baby. But I’m willing to take time out of my busy schedule to do it right.”

She slapped my chest playfully, and my smile widened. Like a little kitten showing off her claws. So fucking adorable.

“Your insatiable. I didn’t realize what we just did was fucking.”

I shook my head. I had fucked before. This wasn’t it. “No. That was making love.”

She looked away from my eyes and down to my chest. “Making love, huh? I didn’t realize you were such a romantic.”

“Oh, I’m a lot of things.” Most of all, yours.

And I would make sure that would always be true.

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