Page 53 of Brutal Sinner
Is he crazy? I have been dreaming of this moment my entire life, it seems, and I lower myself onto the bed beside him and whisper, “Is that what you want?”
I reach out and rest my hand on that insane chest that appears larger and even more desirable, and his tortured groan makes me smile as he says roughly, “Of course, it’s not what I want.’
His hand reaches out and cups my face and he says gruffly, “I want to love you, darlin’. To prove to you that I always have and remind you that I’m your man and always will be.”
“Then do it.” I say with a whispered excitement. “Show me how shameless I am and ruin my soul forever. I dare you.”
I twist my lips into a wicked grin and love how his eyes flash with desire, drawing me deeper into the pit of hell.
I gasp, “I want to be a sinner with you, Jonny, because as it turns out, being an angel sucks.”
His lips crash against mine and it’s still there. That explosion that rocks my body every fucking time. It’s a force of nature, a breaking storm and as we kiss like the lovers we were, it unleashes that part of me my parents feared.
Our tongues tangle and I love the rough scuff of his jaw grazing against my delicate skin, branding me as his.
He pushes me back onto the bed and I frantically tear his dressing gown away because the most important thing in my life right now is his skin sliding against mine.
My breath hitches when I see the strength of him. His well-defined muscles appear crafted from stone and the ink that decorates them should repel me with the images of skulls and daggers. However, one name above his heart has my pulse racing and as I trace the script, he holds my hand with his, flat against his heart and whispers huskily, “I gave you my heart, Faith.”
The tears spring forward more with relief than anything, because his declaration of love is the sweetest gesture he could have made.
I stare at my name scripted across his heart and I say with a sob, “I love you, Jonny. I loved you from the day we knocked heads and you gazed into my eyes. It was that quick.”
His eyes shine as he kisses me deeply, slowly and with increasing passion, and as his hand slides lower its met with even more heat. I amburningfor him. Inside and out and it becomes the most important thing in my life to welcome him back where he belongs.
As I push forward with an urgency that even surprises me, he stops suddenly and whispers with a tortured groan, “I’m sorry, darlin’, it’s too much too soon.”
“Don’t you dare back out now, soldier.”
He raises his eyes and I giggle. “Please, Jonny, we have waited too long already.”
He doesn’t say a fucking word and just grins like the devil he is as he pushes in slowly, savoring the moment as he claims what’s his. He holds my chin in one hand and compels me to stare into his devilish eyes as he reminds me who is really in control of my body and mind.
It feels so good. It always did and as he swells inside me, filling me completely, I love every delicious second of it. Jonny is back where he belongs and the fact we’re not married makes a sinful act even more special.
Jonny stares into my eyes with every thrust, every move and enjoys every gasp that spills from my lips. He can’t tear his eyes away as he plays my body like a professional. It’s as if he is claiming every inch of me and I stare right back at him with a sexy smile and all the love in my heart. I have waited for this moment, never really believing it was possible, and as the reality hits me, my orgasm crashes to meet it. We made it, we survived Heaven and as frightening as the future is right now, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Jonny watches every second of my orgasm before his own crashes through my body, stripping it of any fight that may be lingering. I can’t fight against this, fight against him. I already accept I couldn’t run again if I tried. Jonny is my man, and I will always be his woman. I just hope he doesn’t get bored with an innocent, naive woman from the town that America lost along the way.
“Shit.” He growls against my neck as his cock throbs inside me and I say nervously, “What? Is there a problem?”
“I forgot to use a condom.” He replies, sounding so upset I say gently, “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
I giggle against his shoulder and his low rumble of laughter makes me smile.
He pulls back and strokes my face lovingly and whispers, “We’re together now. A family. If that family increases, then I will be a happy man. There will be no mistakes in our life, Faith. Never any mistakes when we make such incredibly beautiful babies together.”
My eyes are bright as his words calm my fears and I smile softly against his lips. “Do you mean that, Jonny? I mean, you may get bored with me and, well...”
I hate that I’m ruining the moment, but I can’t help thinking of the women waiting in the wings just a block away.
He seems surprised and then the penny drops, and he grins as if he’s enjoying every minute of my embarrassment.
“You think I’d prefer a whore over the only woman I have ever loved—will ever love?”
He shakes his head as if I’ve amused him and my face burns as I try to pull away. He’s too strong though and grips me in a hard embrace and says forcefully, “I’m not going to pretend I haven’t fucked anyone else, but yours was the only face I saw when I was doing it.”
I’m stunned and strangely annoyed for the women and snap, “That’s horrible. Those poor women.”