Page 117 of She will Always be Mine

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Sex brain is a real thing.

Because sex all I can think about like a nymphomaniac after sleeping with Riaan. One would expect my body to be satisfied after receiving three delicious orgasms, yet the ache in my pussy hasn’t lessened.

It’s like I’m starved for his touch and his proximity, the hunger not dissipating.

It’s as if the floodgates of desire has opened, and there’s no containing it.

It’s just the way it has always been.

All my life, I longed for him and once it happened, I began to yearn for normalcy. I wanted to pretend that we weren’t related the way we are. But as more time passes and the longer I ponder, I’m slowly realizing I’m wishing for something that destroys who we are.

We are not normal.

We are complicated, messy, and a little twisted.

Our love is illicit and one of a kind.

I don’t want to be anyone but us. And once I accepted that fact, it brings me peace and joy. Strength and serenity.

The dinner was delicious and romantic. Our night out was exactly what I needed to forget about the hard path laid ahead of me.

If I want to give Riaan and me a real fighting chance, then I need to fix everything and start with a clean slate. We can’t do that if we have to keep watching our backs.

I will tell him about Zain and his betrayal, no matter the consequences. Their already precarious relationship will be destroyed but I don’t see any other outcome.

I’m sitting outside an ice cream shop on a barstool while Riaan went inside to bring my order of a vanilla ice cream cone with chocolate syrup.

The street buzzes with chatter as well as the soft hum of music and laughter, while I’m thinking of a believable excuse to visit my aunt alone. I look up, my gaze clashing with Riaan’s as he prowls toward me and all the noise dies down as my whole being becomes ensnared by him.

He stops in front of me and doesn’t move to sit. My extra height saves me from tilting my neck to keep our gazes locked.

He casually leans his free arm on the table and the move has me trapped. I move to grab the cone from his hand, when he shakes his head.

“I’ll feed you,” he commands, his tone sultry as he brings the tip closer to my lips. “Lick.”

My heart thuds as I take a long lick, the ice cream melting on my tongue, and I swipe my bottom lip when some of the chocolate drips down. With his gaze lustful and his jaw clenching, he follows the movement.

Wild eyes meet mine and before he even says it, I move. “Again.”

I don’t dare look away as I circle the tip before taking another lick and suck the top. It’s obvious we’re both imagining it’s his cock.

I suck and bite a few more times while he attentively watches and except the expression on his face, there’s no sign he’s affected at all. Only I know that it’s the stillness before the beast in him comes out.

Like the filthy girl he says I am, I take my time and enjoy the little power I have over him.

I’m almost finished when I pull back to swipe the little chocolate from the corner of my lip and suck my finger clean with a pop. “You don’t want a taste?”

I ask even though he doesn’t eat desserts but he surprises me by saying, “I do.”

Covering my lips with the ice cream, his hand grabs the back of my neck to hold me still as he tastes the flavor from my mouth.

Instead of pulling away, he pushes his tongue inside and kisses me so savagely that my toes curl in my heels. I savor the combined taste of him and the chocolate and vanilla. I suck his tongue, craving more, and his fingers tighten around my throat.

I forget that we are not alone and suddenly, I don’t care if people are watching us.

When my hands twist in his shirt and I whimper, he harshly rips his mouth away.

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