Page 347 of The Sinner: James

Blood rushes to my face.

“I don’t think it’s a good pick for you.”

A grin tugs at his lips.

“And why’s that?”

“It’s pure smut.”

A chuckle vibrates in his throat.

“It’s definitely for me.”

“Do as you wish but consider yourself warned. And just so you know, it’s pure fiction. Any resemblance with––”

“Shut up,” he says, laughing.

He rolls on top of me, making me fall to my back.

The sheet slides off, our skin caressed by the warm breeze. Our eyes stay locked as our smiles fade.

I spread my legs under him.

“Maybe one day, we’ll spend some time on this island, and I’ll write the story of us,” I say quietly.

“Maybe,” he murmurs. “I’d love to read that book,” he adds, seriously this time.

Slowly, I run my fingers across his cheek.

“What if one day, I want to have your babies?” I ask.

He searches my eyes.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he says quietly, a soft smile arching his lips.

He muses over something, a thought flitting through his eyes.

“If you ever have my babies, I’ll make sure you never need to pull away like my mother did because of my father’s choices. I’ll also make sure that nothing bad happens to you or them, and you live a good life, filled with beautiful memories,” he says.

By the time he finishes talking, my eyes are blurry with happy tears.

“Why do you have to make me cry?” I say, grinning.

He gives me a tender smile.

“I didn’t want to make you cry, baby. You asked me, and I told you the truth.”

Propped on his elbow, he runs his fingers across my cheek and drinks me in.

Slowly, he lowers his mouth to me and kisses my tears away while I snake my arms around his neck and pull him into me.

Smoothly, he enters me and becomes one with me.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy...” I murmur as he slowly moves, sliding into me over and over again.

“Me neither,” he says as I get lost in him.

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