Page 166 of Sins of Innocence

I know that I am more than a body to Kieran, but my body is all that and a kinky fantasy on the side to this man.

I don’t know if he'll ever be able to love me like I’m pretty sure I’m coming to love him. But in some very unexpected way, he needs me.

He’s always touching me, but he positively purrs when I touch him. The smallest touch does it for him. The slide of my hand across his back as I walk by. Snuggling into his side on the rare occasions he’s been home to watch movies with me and the girls and mom. My hand on his upper thigh while he's driving.

My beautiful, violent touch-starved tarnished knight positively melts.

Wanting to give him the same sense of being valued as he gives me, I return him touch for touch. I swivel my hips, pressing my mound against his body as he suckles on my nipples. His hair is too short to grab, but I grab his head and caress down the back of it to his neck and back up again.

For a second, he stops suckling me, and just goes still as he absorbs my touch.

Then we trade touch for touch until it’s him on his back and me kneeling between his legs.

We’ve done this before, or so he thinks. He loves when I ride him. Especially when my hands are bound behind my back and he guides all of our movements from the bottom.

But that’s not what I want right now. I want to take his sex into my mouth. My pussy weeps at the very thought of it.

I lean down and lap at the beads of pre-cum formed on his slit. It’s salty. A little sweet. But there’s no bitterness. I don’t think about what it was like to do this before because there is no comparison.

Everything with Kieran is new. Every way he touches me turns me on like I never experienced in my first marriage. Touching him excites me so much, it freakin' amazes me. My inner hussy adores touching him and all the sexual pleasure it gives.

My body is tuned to this man.

And his is tuned to me, straining for my touch as I taste the velvet covered steel in my hand, shifting with violent but controlled movements.

Hungry and tender at the same time.

My husband will kill without compunction, but I am always safe with him, his calloused hands against my skin perfect.

"Yes, baby girl. Please. "

His desperate words bring my mouth back to the tip of his cock and I swirl my tongue around it. I adore this man and his body and the tarnished soul that still shines so brightly it illuminates my world.

Widening my mouth as far as I can, I suck his head inside. He’s big. Really, really big. And I love this big hard shaft inside my pussy.

I love it inside my mouth just as much.

The way he stretches my lips, the way he hits the back of my throat without even trying. I suck and I lave and I jack him with both of my hands stacked against each other, covering as much of that big piece of meat as I can.

And he shudders and growls and begs.

I have never felt so powerful.

But that's Kieran, making me feel like I have power and control. Even during a forced wedding.

Even in a bed with a man who likes to restrain me.

Especially then.

I spent six years feeling like I had no control over my life. Maybe even longer, if I'm honest with myself.

But Kieran is different.

I lift my head, but keep jacking him with my hands. "If I wanted to go back to college, you'd let me, wouldn't you?"

He stares at me, like he's trying to make my words make sense and then he frowns. "I don't have to let you. You're an adult. If you want to get another degree, you do it."

I love how many words he has for me when we're like this.