Page 220 of Heresy

Crawling up her body more, my dick presses against the inside of her thigh from beneath my jeans, my mouth claiming hers as my fingers take hold and tangle in the thickness of her long hair.

A small noise escapes her throat, and I swallow it.

I don’t know how she does it, this nerdy girl who is the opposite of me yet somehow exactly alike.

Because of her, I find myself wanting to live again. Not like I used to. Not without caution.

I’ll fight only when I need to, not because I crave the amusement.

I’ll drink in celebration instead of finding a way to feel numb.

I’ll still drive for the love of the road, but I might slow down a bit when rounding sharp corners.

Brinley’s given me someone to live for.

She’s also given me a chance at redemption and a way to forgive myself for all the people I’ve hurt.

Nightly, I confess my sins to a beautiful goddess. I repent for my crimes by protecting her and giving her the life she deserves.

Hell, every night, I lay down and worship at the altar of her body just so she can grant me the peace I’ve been seeking.

I like to think I’ve given her something in return.

Brinley doesn’t have to hide anymore. Not from me and not from the world. She doesn’t need to fear the danger that lurks around the corner or the monsters that linger in the dark.

She now has a monster of her own who will act as her guardian, a man so in love that there isn’t a danger in existence that can touch her.

Releasing our kiss, my hand slips between her legs to rub over the wet silk of her panties.

Her head falls back but she won’t stop arguing. “Stop,” she says on another bout of soft laughter. “We’re defiling someone’s car.”

My thumb rubs circles over her clit as my lips press to her ear. “Nah, we’re not defiling anything. We’re christening it.”

When she moans, I tease her harder, my thumb rubbing faster as her body quakes.

She’s damn near breathless but still arguing.

“This … isn’t … christening … We … don’t—”

I already know where she’s going with that thought.

My voice is a low murmur. “You didn’t hear me earlier.”

A gasp falls over her lips. I don’t bother waiting for her to answer. Judging by the look on her face and the way her thighs clench together over my hand, I highly doubt she’s capable.

“This is your car, Brin.”

Brinley tips over the edge a little bit, not a full orgasm, but her panties are suddenly soaking wet.

Her eyes roll back, and her body sags a bit with relief. I press the tip of my middle finger against her pussy, my thumb still tracing circles over her clit.

When she gains control, she manages to speak. “I already have a car.”

“And I told you I’m burning it to the ground. I wasn’t kidding.”

Another ripple of pleasure rolls through her, and I’m close to snapping my leash and fucking her brainless.

“You…can’t—”

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