Page 68 of Corrupted Union

And that’s it.

Fran gasps as her entire body shudders, her legs clamping down around my hand, her eyes closing, and her breath slowing down.

Gently, I take out my finger, then remove her bra. I kiss each of her breasts, spending attention on her nipples. Fran sighs, relaxing into the mattress. “Leo,” she says. “I …”

“What do you need?” I kiss up to her neck, speaking into her ear. “Tell me.”

“I think I …”

“No thinking. What do you need?” I swipe my hand across her stomach. “I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.”

“I need you,” she finally says.

Perfect.

I sit up and slip off my underwear. Fran’s eyes widen slightly when she sees my cock, which only serves to make me smile. “Ready, baby?” I settle on top of her, placing her legs on either side of my hips, my cock so close to her entrance.

“Be gentle,” she says.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Shit. I’m starting to see how true that is. I really don’t want Fran to hurt because of me.

“I’m ready, Leo. I want this.” Her hands tentatively grab my shoulders while she looks up at me with those big, innocent eyes.

I wrap my arms around her before shifting my hips forward and entering her. Fran winces at first, but I take it slow, letting her get adjusted. Slowly, I slip deeper into her. Fran gasps and grasps my shoulder blades, her nails digging in. “I got you,” I tell her. “I got you.”

Once I’m fully seated inside her, I hold still. Fran is breathing heavily, strain on her face. “It’s ok,” I say, kissing her cheek and neck. “You’re ok.” Comforting Fran is becoming more natural for me. It all started when she passed out right before our wedding. I knew in that moment I wanted to comfort her forever.

“I’m ok,” she says, nodding. “You can move now.”

I start my movements slow and gentle. Fran soon begins to respond to it, shifting her hips in return and matching my pace. Our foreheads press together as our bodies begin to move as one. She’s so tight around me, it’s hard to focus, but I keep my gaze locked with hers, remembering to focus on her pleasure. I want Fran to enjoy this—not just for my own ego but because I want her to enjoy it. No rhyme or reason for it.

My pace increases. Fran holds onto me tighter, looking up at me with her beautiful eyes. There’s so much trust in her gaze right now, I have to push the guilt away. I’m not doing anything wrong. Fran and I are married now; it was inevitable we’d have sex. This has nothing to do with the bet and everything to do with how I feel.

I lean back, grip her legs, and really begin to thrust into her. “Do you like this?” I ask, grinding my hips against hers. Fran gasps and nods. “Good.” I truly begin to fuck her like I’ve always wanted. Fran responds in kind by digging her knees into my side body.

“Let go for me,” I tell her. “Come for me, Fran.”

And she does what I tell her.

Fran gasps as her orgasm washes over her. No moaning or crying out or calling out my name. Not yet, anyway. We can get there one day.

My own orgasm comes next, and I groan out her name as I come. Once I’m done, I stay on top of her, holding her close. We’re both breathing hard, and we’re sweaty and smell like sex. It’s honestly fucking perfect.

After a while, I roll off her and pull her into my arms, stroking my fingertips over her back. “How do you feel?”

“I feel … special,” she answers. “You make me feel special, Leo.”

There’s that fucking guilt again. No. After this, I’ll tell Henry the bet is off. I have no desire for it anymore. Having sex with Fran today had nothing to do with the bet but how I feel for her. And I feel like I’m falling in love with her.

“How do you feel?” she asks.

“Me?” I chuckle, bringing her in closer. “I’m not the one who had sex for the first time.”

“That’s not what I mean. You didn’t want to do this at first, and then you changed your mind. I just wanted to know how you felt about it.”

“Trust me, Fran. I always wanted to be with you. That was never in question. The truth …” I inhale deeply and stare at the ceiling. “The truth is you don’t deserve a man like me, and it made me back away. But I changed my mind because I could see you wanted me just as much as I wanted you.”

She props herself up on her arm, looking down at me with a frown. “Who else can say what I deserve except for me? I don’t think you’re as bad a man as everyone makes you out to be. You’ve been nothing but kind to me ever since we got married. How does that make you a bad man?”

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