Page 13 of Their Deviant Love
“I fucking love you so damn much, Aurora O’Malley.” When I look into her eyes, I see the same love reflected right back at me.
“I love you. More than I’ll ever be able to show you.” She drapes her arms over my shoulders and pulls my lips down to hers.
I don’t want this to end. I want to stay buried inside her for as long as humanly possible. My movements slow. I’m doing everything I can to stop myself from blowing my load too fucking early. Aurora’s legs tighten around my back, and then I’m being flipped and she’s on top of me. My hands slide up from her hips, cupping each of her breasts.
“Best fucking image I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, watching as she slides herself up and down on my cock.
“You feel so good. I don’t know how you do this to me, but I never want you to stop doing it,” she moans.
“I’m never stopping,” I say, letting her set the pace for a while before I grab hold of her hips and thrust upwards, taking over the rhythm of our movements until we’re both flying over the edge.
Aurora’s screams are music to my ears. I will never tire of hearing them.
“You scream so pretty.”
“Shut up.” She slaps my chest as her body falls off mine, and she rolls on to the other side of the bed.
“Do you think it’s always going to be like this?” Aurora asks.
“Like what?”
“Us. This? I don’t know how to describe it, but the way you make my body light up, it’s... euphoric. Do you think it will go away?”
“No,” I tell her.
“How can you be sure?”
“Because you and I are soul mates. Our flame is never going out. If anything, it’s going to burn brighter.”
Chapter Seven
Iread over the papers again. “Are these real?” I ask Connor. He just handed me the box he took from his family’s vault. He thinks his father wanted him to find it, to find these documents. But why?
“I think so,” he says.
“That means…” I let my words trail off, afraid if I say them out loud it will come back to bite me in the ass.
“Maybe,” Connor says.
“Do you think your mom knows?”
“More than likely. Judging by the date, they were already married, Aurora.” Connor’s lip tilts up in disgust.
“Oh shit, that’s… wow. Okay, what are we doing about it?” I don’t care what cliff I have to jump off. I will do it holding his hand.
“We keep celebrating our honeymoon and forget about all of this for a couple of days. I have Patty setting some shit up back in Dublin.” Connor takes the papers and shoves them into the box, locking it up and then sliding it into the backpack he brought with him.
“Well, do Justin and Rose have money? Because I could use some clothes.”
“Do you really think I’d make you poor, Aurora?” Connor laughs and pulls out a black card from his wallet.
“I could handle being poor just fine,” I huff.
Connor blinks at me. “The shoes you wore to school were two-thousand dollars, at least. The car you drove, upwards of three hundred grand. The bags you’d bring, ten to twenty. Do I need to keep going?”
“It’s not my fault my parents buy me nice things,” I counter. “I can shop cheap. There must be like outlets or something here, right?”
I am not that high maintenance. Do I like nice things? Sure, who doesn’t? Do I need them to be happy? Absolutely not.
