Page 48 of Sinful King

“You knew, Oisin. And honestly, I thought you’d call me out on it.”

Little moments like this helped me see how imperfect Blair and I were, yet she still had every ounce of my heart.

“I was giving you room to grow.”

She was perfect to me at thirteen just as she was at twenty-nine.

“I know, little deer,” Blair whispered, staring me in the eyes with her deep browns. “But, I’m all grown up now and I want my husband to treat me as such. Include me.”

The demand settled between us.

She was asking and I could never say no to her.

“Include you,” I murmured, slipping my hands beneath her shirt. “I can do that.”

“Yeah?”

I nodded and flicked her nipples with my thumbs, smirking at the way she arched into me.

“I need you, Oisin,” she whispered, hooking both legs around my waist. “You’ve been holding out.”

She unfastened my jeans, pushed them and my boxers down as I lifted her from the counter.

My dick was so fucking hard it almost hurt.

“Let me make it up to you…” I tugged her panties aside and pushed inside of her slick walls, groaning at how tight and warm it was.

Getting lost in this woman had become my favorite pastime years ago and I never planned to come up off her, no matter what the fuck we go through.

“Fuckk,” Blair whimpered, gasping directly in my ear. “Don’t be gentle…” Our eyes locked as I dropped one knee on the couch with her still secured in my hold. “Fuck me like you’ve missed me, little deer.”

Her voice was a sultry demand, and I complied like the simp I was, pinning her body to the couch with mine and thrusting deep.

She cried out, digging her nails into my shoulders and dragging them from the base of my neck to the top.

I loved that shit.

“Yesss,” she hissed, grinding against me to meet my relentless strokes. “More.”

The harder I fucked her, the louder she moaned, the tighter she clung. I was losing myself, all my senses focused on her pleasure.

Her moans, the smell of her skin, the taste of her tongue when I claimed her mouth—all of it was so goddamn intoxicating.

“You feel what you do to me, goddess?” I moaned, licking the inside of her ear. “Fuck… this pussy is my lifeline.”

I gripped her waist, pulling her up slightly. She tossed her arms over her head and held onto the back of the couch, while I dug her out.

“Look at me,” I demanded, needing to witness all of her as we came together.

Blair’s eyes fluttered open without protest and we stared into each other’s souls. We’d always been one.

She’d always been mine.

And now she was my wife.

“Oisin…” She whimpered my name in that soft voice and everything faded away. “I’m…”

“Me too, Amoy.”

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