Page 12 of His Deadly Devotion
“Not like this.” His head tilts to the side. “You’re wet, so fucking wet I can see your cunt glistening from here.”
“Because I need you.” I’m almost ready to beg him. My teeth bite down into my bottom lip, stopping me from doing just that.
Something flickers in Connor’s gaze. Indecision. It’s only there for a split second but it’s there. And it’s enough to have me closing my legs and pulling the blanket up to cover myself.
“We don’t have to do this. You’re not ready.”
“Don’t tell me what I am or am not ready for, Aurora.” He pulls his shirt over his head, wincing as he does. Then he’s sliding his sweatpants down his legs. His cock, hard and weeping precum, bounces free. Wrapping a fist around the base, he glares at me. “Does this look like I’m not ready? Does this look like I don’t want you?”
“It’s not that. You’re not ready in your head, Connor. I don’t want you to regret anything.”
He yanks the blanket off me and then climbs on to the bed, settling his body over mine. His cock pressing against my core. “I don’t regret you, Aurora. I will never regret you.”
“But you think it’s wrong to be with me.” It’s not a question. I know he believes he shouldn’t be with me.
Connor pauses. “I think I’m betraying the memory of my cousin by being with you,” he admits.
“Then why are you?”
“Because I can’t be without you. Wrong or right, we are meant to be together,” he tells me.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to apologize. To tell him I didn’t mean to kill his cousin. That it’s something that I regret every day. The fact that I knew not to drink out of a cup someone handed to me, and I did it anyway. That one mistake led to the worst thing I’ve ever done in my life.
Connor’s lips press against mine, his touch light, almost reverent. “My issues are not your burden to bear, Aurora.”
“You’re wrong. Whatever affects you affects me too.” My arms snake around his neck, pulling his mouth onto mine harder. I’m done with talking. I need to feel that ecstasy that only Connor can give me.
My legs wrap around his waist. His cock presses against me, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. I moan into his mouth as our tongues swirl together. Connor moves,adjusting himself enough to put the tip of his cock at my entrance, and then he pushes inside me. Slowly. So slow it’s torture.
“Fuck.” He pauses.
“What?” I ask him.
“I don’t have a condom,” he says, and I freeze. But then my body registers how it feels. How he feels. And he feels really freaking good.
“Okay. It’s okay. Just don’t come inside me,” I tell him.
“Are you sure?” He searches my eyes for any indication that I’m uncertain. He won’t find any. I am one hundred percent certain about him. Unless…
“Wait.” I close my eyes. I don’t want to know the answer, but I have to ask. “You… you haven’t… been with anyone else, have you? I mean, clearly I’m clean as a whistle. You’re the only person I’ve ever been with.”
“Aurora, you are the only person I’ve been with since the day we met, and I’ve never fucked anyone without protection.”
“Even when you were angry with me?”
“Even when I was angry with you. This dick belongs to you, Aurora. It only gets hard for you,” he tells me before slamming his lips back onto mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth and then he starts moving.
In and out. In and out. I feel every inch of him and it’s amazing. I hold on to him tighter. This might be a fucked-up situation, but I have Connor back. And for that, I’m grateful.
Connor groans into my mouth, increasing his speed. I’m so hungry for him. I need more. I can’t get close enough. I roll us over so I’m on top, and he groans again. This time in pain.
“Shit, sorry,” I say and then start to bounce up and down on him.
“No, you’re not.” Connor laughs.
“You’re right. I’m not.” My hands land on his chest, using his body for leverage as I grind down each time he bottoms out. “Oh god.”
“Shh, we don’t need the staff thinking I’m in here fucking my sister.” Connor covers my mouth with his hand, when he usually wants to hear me scream.