Page 168 of Sins of Innocence

It's not.

"I want to know all of you, Kieran." I will him to believe me.

His expression shutters. "No, you don't."

"You're wrong." I know my own mind. And my heart. "Your deadly side, your tender side, your willingness to walk on the wrong side of the law, your insistence on caring for our girls like they are precious to you, those are all sides of you, big guy. And I want all of them."

Something flickers in his eyes. Belief?

Maybe he's remembering how I reacted to him taking down the gang bangers who tried to mug us. Maybe he's weighing my words against what he knows of me.

Whatever is going on in the thoughts he hides so well, he finally nods.

I waste no time leaning forward and returning to the most loving if not most expert blowjob ever. The first spurt of his cum hits my tongue seconds later, his shout loud enough to raise the rafters.

If there were rafters to raise in this sleek, corporate apartment.

His cum is a lot saltier than his pre-ejaculate, but it's not awful. It's him. A part of him I didn't know until just now.

And I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to know all of him.

I swallow his cum and lick all the spend from his semi erect penis, which draws more moans from him as it grows fully hard again.

This time when he jackknifes up, he doesn't stop until I'm the one laying on my back and he's between my legs, the head of his erection pressing against my slick opening. "You ready for me, baby girl?"

I nod, my mouth too dry to speak.

He pushes inside me. It's always a tight fit and he has to jerk his hips back and then press them forward with small thrusts again and again before he's finally seated fully inside me.

We both still, our souls connected through our gazes as deeply as he's embedded in my body.

He shudders. "Finally."

I know what he means. We've gotten each other off. Quietly. He's even been inside me since we got home, but we had to keep it quick and quiet. There was something super sexy about that, but it wasn't the same as now.

As this connection.

I wiggle my hips a little, encouraging him to move, but he shakes his head. "Give me a minute. I want to savor."

Then he closes his eyes and does exactly that.

He savors being inside me.

"You really missed this, didn't you?" I ask softly.

We only had four days of marriage with our own space in the suite at the hotel, but it was enough to imprint this on both of us.

"Yeah, baby girl." His voice comes rough. Honest. "I really fuckin' did."

"Me too." I hug him tightly to me. "I don't know how something could become so necessary so fast, but yeah. I missed this."

I do know, though, don't I? The moment each of my girls were born, they became as necessary to me as breathing.

Kieran found his way into my heart just as irrevocably and darn near as fast.

"Been two weeks." His voice sounds rough, stretched tight. "Two fucking weeks of waking up beside you and not being able to touch you the way I need to."

Need. Not want. Need.