Page 35 of Sold to Her Enemy

But my cock doesn’t care about the logic, and before I can stop myself, I am pushing down my sweats. My hand is slipping between her thighs, inching to her soft folds.

Her chest rises and falls. She must be exhausted from the evening’s events, and that suits me fine. I hope she stays asleep so I can indulge and explore her without feeling the anger I do toward her when she’s awake.

She moans but doesn’t wake as I slide a finger along her labia.

Her skin is so delicate, so soft. I stoke her warm folds, feeling her clit harden under my touch.

I press my lips to her neck.

Spreading her labia lips apart, I slide two fingers into her opening, scissoring them.

My cock throbs.

Still asleep, Mckenna’s legs flop to either side, giving me more access.

I kiss her shoulder. She makes a soft little gasp as I brush my lips down her arm while I finger fuck her.

The sight of her legs open for me does something to me. It flicks a switch in my brain that chants, “Mine.”

Mckenna doesn’t know it yet, but there’s no way I’ll let her go.

Even if I can’t forgive her, I’ll make her suffer for what she did to me over and over until I have no anger left. By the way her body responds to me in her slumber, I know she can take it.

My fingers are wet and slippery, covered in her juices.

Her head lolls back against the pillow, and her hips arch up to meet the pressure of my hand. I keep my fingers working in her pussy, feeling her wetness coat my digits.

I lean over and take her sweet nipple into my mouth. She lets out a long sigh as my tongue rolls around it.

All the blood rushes to my cock because the taste of her nipple is so damn good, and I can enjoy it while she is silent with sleep, not having to remember the hatred I feel for her.

She moans, and her body tenses. I think she’s going to wake up, so I come off her nipple and watch her face.

Her eyes stay closed, and she turns as if reaching for something. Her arm flings out across my chest.

I take her other nipple into my mouth and give it a long suck.

And it’s like the best hard candy I’ve ever had in my mouth.

She pulsates around my fingers. I keep moving them, wondering if I can make her orgasm while she’s asleep.

She moans again, a high-pitched sound I hadn’t heard from her before and closes her legs hard on my hand.

I nudge them open with my foot, and dammit, I want to be in her pussy.

I want to pound her while she’s asleep. I want to let myself imagine what life could have been if she said yes to me at least once in our long history together.

Sitting up, I straddle her, bracing my weight on my arms, as I kiss her neck, brush my lips along the dip between her cleavage.

My cock is pulsating. I can’t wait to sink into her sweet pussy and empty of my seed into her.

Slowly, I sink into her, inch by inch. I want to pound her so hard the walls shake, but I don’t want to wake her. Oh, damn. She is fucking heaven. I can’t help but thrust, slowly, biting back a groan of pleasure, as her cunt takes all of me, so deep, so good.

“Mckenna!” I groan out her name. Her eyes open at that moment, she mumbles, still almost asleep.

“Adrian?” she reaches for me, grasping my biceps.

“Shush, hellion. You’re sleeping.”

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