Page 81 of Forbidden Sins

It’s not as bad as I feared. The bullet just grazed her, leaving a furrowed wound along her ribs, but not harming anything vital. My shoulder feels as if it went straight through, and I know I need to slow the bleeding soon.

I check the duffel bag, finding the first aid kit. A couple of bullets tore it, but not enough to make us lose anything, which is good. We need everything in there. I go back to kneel in front of Estella, gently helping her out of the shirt before I get out the alcohol pads to clean the wound. “This is going to hurt,” I murmur apologetically. “I’m sorry, dove.”

“You’ve gotten through it,” she says through clenched teeth. “I’ll manage, too.”

She’s braver than I could have expected. I clean and bandage the wound as quickly and methodically as I can, making it as gentle as possible. I can see tears streaking down Estella’s face, and it cuts me to the core.

“I never wanted you hurt,” I whisper, my voice ragged, and Estella shakes her head, reaching out gingerly to touch my cheek.

“You didn’t hurt me,” she says firmly. “He did. And he would have hurt me all my life, if we hadn’t run.”

She swallows hard, looking at my shoulder. “Your turn,” she says softly, and I hesitate, but get up slowly, sitting down next to her and peeling off my bloodied shirt.

The bullet went clean through, as I suspected. Estella winces as she looks at it. “I can’t tell how bad it is,” she whispers, and I chuckle dryly.

“Well, if it had hit anything major, I’d know. We got lucky.”

“Hopefully our luck gets better than this,” Estella murmurs, reaching for what she needs to clean the wound.

It hurts like fuck, but it’s nothing new. I sit still and rigid as she cleans and bandages it, her touch light and gentle. When she’s finished, I lean over, giving her a soft kiss that heats in seconds. I can’t touch her without wanting her. I groan as I feel my cock stiffen, and I reach down to grip her hips, shifting her so that she’s astride me on the bed.

“You just got shot,” Estella gasps, a small laugh escaping her. It turns to a moan when I pull her down against me, hips arching to thrust the thick, hard ridge of my cock between her legs.

“Everything that needs to be is still in working order.” I reach down to undo the button of her jeans with my good arm, tugging them down her hips. “I want you. Let me have you, princess. Unless you’re hurting too much?—”

“I’m fine.” Estella shifts, kicking off her jeans. She starts to reach for her panties, but I push her hand away, quickly undoing my own jeans and palming my throbbing cock free.

I hook my finger under the edge of her panties, pulling them to the side as I lift her slightly, setting her down against the swollen tip of my cock. It nudges between her already soaked folds, and I groan, feeling the wet heat sliding against the most sensitive part of my body.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” I run my fingers through her hair, wrapping it around my fist as I thrust up into her slowly, filling her as she slides down the length of my cock. A wave of excruciating pleasure grips me, heat rushing through me as Estella moans.

“Are you okay, princess?” I murmur, kissing her lightly. “Are you too sore to take my cock again, after last night?”

She shakes her head, looping her arm around my neck as she adjusts her hips, sliding fully down onto my length. “I’m fine,” she whispers breathlessly. “Better than fine. It feels so good.”

Gooddoesn’t feel like enough of a way to describe it. This feels like a dream, like everything I fantasized about for so long coming true all at once. I can’t get enough of her—the feeling of her atop me, her thighs brushing against my legs, her full breasts against my chest, the heat of her surrounding me. The soft glide of her hair over my hands, her lips against mine, warm and plush, the sweet scent of her skin. I want to lose myself in her, for this moment to never end. I want to forget about everyone hunting us, everyone who wants us dead, and think about nothing but this moment, with her.

Estella’s hands cup my face, her fingers sliding into my hair, tangling there as she tries to find her rhythm, shifting in my lap. Every movement of her body against me, her tight, wet pussy clenching around my cock, makes my head swim with pleasure. I wrap my arms around her, one hand braced against her backas the other slides into her hair, pressed against the back of her head as I kiss her. We move like that, slowly, rocking against each other in a rhythm that feels more like it’s about connection than climax, as if we would be content to stay just like this, savoring the feeling of the two of us twined together.

“I never thought it could feel this good,” Estella gasps against my lips, and I feel her start to find her pace, her hips rolling gently against me as she bounces lightly on my cock. She shifts forward each time she slides down to the base, grinding her clit against me, and I can feel her breathing quickening, see the faint gleam of sweat in the hollow of her cheekbones. The motel we found is extremely old, and the air conditioning can’t quite keep up with the heat outside. But neither of us cares, right now. And Estella, sweaty and breathless as she rides my cock, is what every fantasy I can ever remember having is made of.

“There’s so much I haven’t even shown you yet, princess,” I murmur, grazing her cheek with my fingertips as I capture her mouth lightly again. “When we’re safe, we’ll spend hours in bed while I make you come again and again. I’ll show you every position I know, and we’ll make up some of our own. We’ll?—”

I groan as she pushes herself up higher this time, sliding up until only the tip of my cock is still nestled inside of her, before she drops down into my lap again. “Fuck, Estella?—”

“Is that good?” She bites her lip, still rolling her hips as she looks into my eyes. “I don’t think I know what I’m doing yet?—”

“You don’t need to know,” I promise her, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “You’re doing just fine, dove. You feel so good. You take my cock so well, princess. Every… fucking… inch…”

I moan as she repeats the motion, leaning back against the headboard as I grip her hips, watching the sway of her breasts as her head falls back. I slide my hand between us, pressing my thumb against her swollen clit, rolling it against her as she moves. She cries out, bucking against my hand, and suddenlythat slow build that I felt before accelerates all at once, pushing me to the very edge at the sight of Estella chasing her pleasure.

“Oh god, Sebastian, I think I’m—I—I’m going to—” She pants, her back arching, and I grit my teeth in an effort to not let go.

“Come for me, princess. That’s right. Come all over my cock. Ride me until you come,yes—” I suck in a breath as I feel her clench and flutter around me, watch her eyes fall closed as she starts to shudder. Her fingers claw at the air, her hands finally finding my thighs to grip for leverage as she bucks against me, grinding on my cock until I see stars. I feel myself throb inside of her as she clenches and ripples around me, her mouth open on a cry as her orgasm overwhelms her.

“Oh fuck—Sebastian, please, come inside of me—I want to feel it,please?—”

“Fuck!”I groan aloud, the sound of Estella begging for my cum undoing me completely. I grab her hips, intending to pull her off of me before I come inside of her, but I can’t. She’s still mid-climax, her body shuddering, her pussy clamped around me like a velvet glove, and it feels so good. So fucking good.

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