My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister

Chapter 83

The morning sun cast a golden glow across the room, highlighting the soft curve of Devon’s shoulders and the faint rise and fall of his chest as he slept beside me. I couldn’t bring myself to move, not yet. Every time I looked at him, a wave of warmth rushed through me. Even after everything the attacks, the fear, the pack’s hostility this calm felt like a gift I didn’t deserve.

I ran my fingers along his arm, tracing the muscles I knew so well, memorizing every detail like it was a secret I could keep locked inside me. His skin was warm under my touch, and I could feel the gentle tremor of his breath against mine. “Devon,” I whispered, brushing my lips against the edge of his shoulder, “wake up.”

He stirred immediately, his eyes fluttering open to reveal that smoldering, half-asleep look I loved. “Morning already?” His voice was husky, rough with sleep, and it made my heart thump faster.

“Yes,” I said softly, pressing my hand against his chest. “And I think you need some attention.”

He chuckled low, pulling me closer. “Attention, huh? I think I can manage that.”

I pressed myself fully against him, feeling the familiar heat of his body mingle with mine. Every touch felt electric, as if our skin was remembering the moments we’d shared and demanding we continue. Devon’s hands roamed my back, sending shivers down my spine, and I tilted my head, offering him every inch I could.

“You’re so warm,” he murmured, nuzzling my neck. “And so tempting.”

I shivered, wrapping my legs around him without thinking. “You have no idea,” I whispered, letting my fingers twist in his hair, tugging gently.

He groaned low, leaning closer, and our lips met again in a kiss that was both soft and demanding. My hands moved over his chest, down to his waist, holding him close, refusing to let him pull away. Every sigh, every low groan, every whispered word between us built the tension higher, until it wasn’t just intimacy it was fire, a hunger we couldn’t ignore.

“Addy,” he whispered against my lips, voice rough. “Do you know how much I need this? How much I need you?”

“I do,” I breathed, pressing myself harder against him. “And I need you too. Every part of you.”

The room filled with the sound of our breath and the quiet sighs that slipped from us without thought. I could feel his hands pressing against me, grounding me, making me feel alive in a way that nothing else could. I wanted this moment to last forever, and yet, a small thread of worry tugged at me.

“Devon,” I whispered, pulling back slightly. “What if…”

He cut me off with a kiss, silencing the thought before it could escape. “No what-ifs,” he murmured against my lips. “Not here, not now. Just us.”

I nodded, letting myself melt into him, letting the tension I’d been carrying the fear of the attacks, the worry about the baby, the lingering dread from the past fade into the warmth of him. For once, I didn’t have to be strong. I didn’t have to fight. I just had to be Addy, and he just had to be Devon.

We moved together slowly, letting the rhythm of our bodies dictate the pace. His hands were everywhere, exploring, memorizing, claiming me as his own. I responded in kind, letting my fingers roam, letting my lips find every vulnerable spot. Every touch was electric, sending waves of heat through me.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Neither can I,” I whispered back, arching into him, letting the ache inside me build. “I can’t imagine ever wanting anyone else.”

He groaned, pressing me harder against him, and I felt that familiar surge of heat, the one that always made my body burn with need. I moved with him, matching his pace, letting the connection between us deepen. Every kiss, every caress, every whispered word pulled us closer, bound us together in ways that went beyond flesh and fire.

We paused briefly, chests heaving, eyes locking. “You feel so alive,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Even after everything, you’re still… amazing.”

I smiled, resting my forehead against his. “I feel alive because of you,” I admitted. “Because you make me feel safe, wanted… loved.”

He kissed me again, soft at first, then deeper, more urgent. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, refusing to let him go. Every movement, every sigh, every low groan brought us closer, until it wasn’t just love or desire it was a bond, a tether that neither of us could break.

Hours passed like this, a perfect, unbroken bubble where nothing existed outside our room. Devon whispered soft words, teasing, praising, loving me in ways I’d never experienced. I responded with laughter, whispers, and gasps, letting him explore me while I explored him. Every touch was deliberate, every caress an unspoken promise.

Eventually, we lay tangled together, bodies glistening with sweat, hearts pounding, and breaths ragged. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat, letting the warmth of him soothe me. “I think I could get used to this,” I whispered.

“You will,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Every day, Addy. Every single day, we’ll have this. No matter what comes, we have each other.”

I closed my eyes, letting the sensation of being held, loved, and safe wash over me. For a moment, the fear, the attacks, the memories of past pain they all faded. There was just Devon, just me, just this perfect calm.

And yet, even in that calm, a small voice whispered in the back of my mind. Something was coming. I didn’t know what, but I could feel the tension creeping back, subtle but insistent. I didn’t want to think about it, not here, not now. I clung to Devon, to the warmth of him, to the safety that only he could provide.

Because whatever was coming, we would face it together.