Page 51 of Forgive Me, Father

He pulled away the sheet.“It’s only fair that I get to look at you the same way you just looked at me.”

My lips curved as I opened my eyes.“Is that what I was doing?”

He didn’t reply, just smiled at me.His finger and thumb pinched my nipple softly and I gasped at his touch.There was something about this man’s touches that gave me an instant lady boner, an instant wetness between the thighs.

“You were eye-fucking me, little runaway,” he replied huskily.

I tossed the sheet aside, throwing myself toward him, silently urging him to take control, to do whatever he wanted.

His pinching fingers became cupping hands and as I opened my eyes, he planted his lips on my nipples and sucked on them.My body ached for another release, a sensation I couldn’t fully comprehend but was slowly becoming addicted to.

I knew I was falling into the grip of whatever it was he was doing to me.

I fucking wanted him again.I wrapped my arm around his head as he kept on sucking my nipple.I place my leg around his hip, pressing my body tighter against his lips.

He let go of my nipple and I almost growled at him.I loosened my grip, attempting to push him onto his back.This wasn’t normal.It couldn’t be.

He stared at me, rubbing my leg that was still over his hip.“You liked that?”

“Which part, you tugging on my nipple or sucking it?”

His lips curved into a smile.“Both?”

I nodded.“I like the way it makes me feel.”

He tugged a lock of my hair, his arms flexing with raw strength as he held me close, the power in them undeniable.

The lust simmered deep in my stomach, a heated pressure building with every passing moment.I swallowed hard.

“And how does it make you feel?”

Heat rushed to my ears, the familiar burn that came every time I had to admit something to him.“Alive.”

I found him staring at me.It was intense and I had no idea what to do.Do I grab him, do I wait?

I licked my lips, deciding to wait.He kept staring at me.It started to make me feel a little awkward after a while, but the desire for him was so intense, it almost hurt.

“You enjoy having sex with me?”he asked softly.

My gaze flickered up to his.“More than I probably should.”

His lips fanned into a smile, and then he moved his head closer and his lips brushed softly against mine.His hand still cupped the side of my head.His long fingers curled around the back.His kiss was sweet and soft.His tongue not as greedy as it was before.Its warmth brought on a familiar feeling that this was home.My home.

I deepened the kiss.My tongue explores his tongue and the sensual licks turned into greedy sucking and swirling.He kept up the pace.The kiss didn’t break when my breasts pressed against his warm chest.My legs straddled his sides and my ass rested against his erection.

The kiss didn’t break.We breathed hard through our noses as I tried to just get enough of him.

He broke the kiss.Sucked softly on my lips and I rested my head against his mouth.

"This isn't normal," I whispered, my voice tinged with sadness as I moved my head to his shoulder.I closed my eyes, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothe me, while the scent of him wrapped around me like a comforting embrace.

“What is normal?”he asked.

I huffed.“I don’t know.But it’s too soon to feel this.”

His lips pressed against my head.“I thought you were never going to forgive my temper.”

I huffed.His temper was also something that aroused me, and it scared me shitless.I didn’t say it out loud.It was something that he already knew.

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