The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

“I always miss you when I’m not with you.” I reached for
him and stroked him once, twice, relishing the way he threw
his head back and groaned. “I want to be with you without . .
. “ I bit my lip and stopped talking midsentence when he
brought his gaze back to mine and I saw the heat palpitating
from it.
“Tell me.” His voice was low, guttural. “Tell me what you
want, Adeline.”
“I want to be with you like this.” I stoked him again. He
bit his bottom lip hard.
“With no condom?”
I nodded. If he said no, I would be completely okay with it.
“I’ve never done that with a woman before.” His lip
tugged, his eyes half-mast as I moved my hand again. “Trust
issues.”
“It’s okay if you don’t – “
“I want to with you.” He leaned in, placing his forehead
against mine, forcing my hand to drop as he brought his lips
against mine. “I trust you.”
“I’m clean,” I whispered against his lips.
“I know.” He kissed me then, mashing our lips together
roughly and parting my lips with his tongue. He pulled away,
digging his fingertips into my inner thighs and spreading
them wider. “Tell me again how much you missed me.”
“I missed you so much.” I cried out when he dragged a
hand up, scraping my inner thigh and stopping at my clit.
“So much.”
He looked into my eyes for a moment before closing
them. As he breathed out, he pulled me against him and
thrust inside of me in a long, deep stroke, filling me entirely.
My hips arched in accordance, to beg for more, to demand
more. He reached for the top of my dress, bringing it down to
pluck my nipples as he continued to move inside me. With