My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister

Chapter 62

The morning sun streamed through the heavy curtains, bathing the room in golden light. Adriana stirred, her body sore in places she didn’t even know could ache, her skin still tingling from where Devon’s hands had claimed her the night before.

For a moment, she kept her eyes closed, letting herself sink into the warmth pressed against her back his warmth. Devon’s arm was draped over her waist, his hand splayed across her stomach protectively, possessively. His steady breaths brushed the back of her neck, but the hard line pressing into her thigh told her he was anything but asleep.

“Good morning, Addy,” his voice rumbled low, rough with sleep and something darker.

Her lips curved, though she didn’t open her eyes. “Morning.”

“Don’t pretend you’re not awake,” he teased, shifting closer so his teeth grazed her ear. She shivered, heat sparking low in her belly. “After last night, you should know better than to test me.”

She rolled onto her back, finally meeting his gaze. The golden fire in his eyes was softer in the light, but no less intense. He looked at her like she was his entire world and then his hand slid lower, reminding her of just how wicked he could be.

“Devon” her protest melted into a gasp as his fingers traced between her thighs.

“You’re already wet,” he murmured, smirking against her throat as he kissed her there. “Hungry for me again?”

Her face burned, but her body betrayed her with a needy arch. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love it.”

He shifted above her, his mouth claiming hers in a slow, intoxicating kiss that turned molten within seconds. The hand at her thigh slid higher, teasing, coaxing her legs apart. When he pressed into her, filling her all over again, she clung to him with a soft cry.

The rhythm was slower this time, deliberate, every thrust meant to draw out her pleasure until she was trembling beneath him. Devon’s mouth roamed her jaw, her throat, her breasts leaving marks that made her arch into him.

Her nails raked his back, pulling him deeper. “Harder,” she whispered, desperate.

Devon growled against her skin, his pace snapping from controlled to relentless, slamming into her until her moans echoed through the room. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, changing the angle so each thrust hit harder, deeper, making her scream his name.

“Look at me,” he ordered, gripping her chin as his hips drove into hers. “I want to see you break for me again.”

Her climax crashed over her in a white hot wave, flames sparking faintly across her arms as she shattered beneath him. Devon followed with a roar, his release spilling into her as he ground deep, riding them both through the aftershocks.

When they finally stilled, he didn’t move away. He stayed inside her, chest pressed to hers, forehead against hers as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he admitted, voice raw. “You’re mine, Addy. No one will ever touch you but me.”

She traced the scar across his shoulder softly, her chest tightening. “I believe you.”

And for the first time, she realized she truly did.