Page 103 of Bought By Sin

He’d asked me to marry him, and I had the power in my words to say yes.

“And I love you,” he whispered against my lips.

Time ceased to matter as we lay together and snuggled, kissing and holding each other the best that we could with my injuries. He was mindful of the bandages covering my skin. The strap that kept my arm down was cumbersome when I wanted to raise my hand to feel him, but he didn’t push me to any degree of pain.

Intimate and lazy, we lay there and kissed, sealing the promise of our love for each other as we embraced. But all too soon, it wasn’t enough. That familiar rush of desire coursed through my veins. My heart hammered faster in anticipation of the thrilling ride to make love to him.

Lev.

My fiancé.

He was on the same page, already thinking of letting things get more heated between us. As he stroked his hand down my stomach, since I was only in a thin nightgown following the surgery, I tensed at the touch of his fingertips from where I’d been whipped years ago, a punishment for being too slow.

“What?” he asked, leaning up and watching my face for a sign that he should stop. “Is this too much?”

“It’s not enough,” I protested as I put my hand on his erection.

He groaned, thrusting into my hand. “But what was that reaction for? You flinched.” His hand stayed put, resting on my stomach.

“My scars,” I admitted shyly. “There’s so many of them and I worry that they aren’t a pretty sight.”

He smirked, sliding his hand lower. “I love every inch of you. Scars and all.” Before he could dip his fingers into my pussy, he swiped a line low on my stomach. “I look forward to a scar here.”

I furrowed my brow.

“A C-section scar,” he explained smugly. “Because with how small and short you are, you’d never be able to push out a son who’d have my genes and size.”

I gaped at him. “You just proposed.”

He kissed me as he untied the nightgown and urged it to fall free. “I did. You accepted, by the way.”

“And you’re already thinking about children?” I asked, slightly alarmed. I’d need more time to embrace that change in my life, in my body. Deep down, I was secretly thrilled to start a family of my own.

“Not necessarily,” he admitted. “But I distracted you from worrying about scars, didn’t I?”

I sighed against his lips, kissing him as he fingered me and spread my arousal over my skin. I was already so wet for him. I always was. “Maybe. Because now I’m only thinking about the act of making a baby.”

“Me too,” he murmured as he nudged me to roll onto my side slightly. The shift on the bed favored my injured shoulder, so I wouldn’t be lying on it at all.

He spooned me, bracing me against him as he urged me to lift my leg and drape it over his. Nuzzling my neck, he continued to kiss me and rub his dick up against my ass. More fumbling under the sheets resulted in him shedding his pants, but as he lined the wide, smooth head of his cock to my entrance, I put my hand on his that was fondling my breast. “Are we allowed to do this?”

He chuckled.

“I mean am I allowed to do this? So soon after surgery?”

He kissed me, sucking on the skin under my ear. “I will go slow.” Another suctioning press of his lips that had me shivering. “Gentle.” He paired it with a push of his dick into me. “With all the love I am capable of.”

I leaned against him, opening up to him.

Mind, body, and soul, I lowered the last of my guard to let him in.

And he was—in. So deep, like always. He slid into me with long, steady pushes. Aided with the slippery juices he coaxed me to drip, he took his time to not jostle me too much. Once he was fully inside of me, sheathed to the hilt, I moaned and pushed my ass against him.

“More, Lev. I need⁠—”

He withdrew and thrust back in again. “That? You need my cock stuffing you?”

I answered with a low moan. “I need… you.”