I didn't try at all.
There is no one else for me but the man standing right here with his hand between my legs.
Legion's fingers find me wet and ready, and the sound he makes is almost pained. "Fuck, Savannah," he mutters, sliding one finger inside me, then another. His thumb circles my clit, and my hips buck against his hand.
I fumble with his belt, desperate to feel him, all of him. He helps me, kicking off his boots, jeans, and boxers until he's naked against me, hard length pressed against my stomach.
We sink to the blankets together, a tangle of limbs and need. He positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock teasing my entrance. Our eyes meet, and in that moment, everything else falls away but us.
When he slides inside me, we both go still.
This is home.
This is church.
This is the religion they'll damn us both for practicing.
He begins to move, slow and deep and devastating. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge, closer to the truth I've been running from.
This is when reality hits.
This is when I understand the choice I'm really making.
I'm gonna lose everything—my family, my inheritance, my carefully constructed life.
But I don't care.
At least, not right now.
I just come apart in his arms, moaning his name as his endless battle between good and evil plays out across his chest in ink that reminds us both that this love we have… isforbidden.
