My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister

Chapter 36

I woke up with my head on his chest, his arm draped tight around me like he was scared I would slip away if he let go. For a moment I just stayed there, listening to his heartbeat, trying to drown out the voice in my head that kept saying this was too good to last.

“Morning, babe,” his voice rumbled through me, still heavy with sleep.

“Morning,” I whispered back, though it didn’t feel like morning inside me. My heart was too restless.

He tilted my chin up so I had to look at him. “Addy, why do you look like you’re about to cry?”

I tried to smile, but it came out weak. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s never nothing when you look like that.” He pressed his forehead to mine, his thumb stroking across my cheek. “Talk to me, Addy.”

The way he said my name almost broke me. I swallowed hard, my voice cracking. “I just… I keep thinking this is too good. Like something is going to come and take it all away. Like maybe I don’t deserve it.”

His eyes darkened and I felt his body tense under me. “Don’t ever say that,” he growled softly. “You deserve every bit of happiness, every second of this. You deserve me, and you have me. Nothing and no one is taking me from you.”

A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it, and he caught it with his lips. He kissed me softly, slowly, like he was trying to erase the doubt in me one kiss at a time. I melted into it, my arms winding around his neck.

“You believe me?” he whispered against my lips.

“I don't know... I want to,” I admitted, my voice shaking.

“Then let me show you.”

His mouth claimed mine before I could say another word. The kiss started soft but quickly turned desperate, his hand sliding down my back and pulling me closer until there was no space between us. His tongue moved against mine, deep and hot, and I moaned into him, my doubts slipping further away.

His hands were everywhere, tracing my skin like he needed to memorize it. When his fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt, I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to. I wanted him to make me forget, to remind me I was his.

He pulled the shirt over my head, his eyes drinking me in like he’d never seen me before. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough. “You’re mine, Addy. Only mine.” He growled.

The way he said it lit something inside me. I pulled at his shirt until he let me strip it off, my hands running over the hard planes of his chest. His skin was hot against mine, and I wanted more. I needed more.

“Devon,” I whispered, breathless, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

He kissed me again, harder this time, pressing me back into the bed. His mouth moved down my throat, leaving marks that burned in the best way. I gasped when he reached my breasts, his tongue teasing until I was arching off the bed, my hands fisting in his hair.

“Please,” I moaned, not even sure what I was begging for.

He groaned, sliding lower, his mouth and hands driving me wild until I was trembling beneath him. By the time he came back up to kiss me again, I was already lost, my body aching for him.

When he finally thrust inside me, I cried out, clutching him tight. The stretch, the heat, the way he filled me it was everything. He held my face in his hands, kissing me like I was his whole world as he moved slow, deep, making me feel every inch of him.

“You feel that?” he whispered against my lips. “That’s me. Always me. I’ll never leave you, Addy. Never.”

I could only moan, my body clinging to his, the pleasure building higher and higher. His pace quickened, his thrusts harder now, each one making me cry out. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, needing all of him.

“Devon,” I gasped, my nails raking down his back.

He groaned my name, his forehead pressed to mine as we moved together. “Come for me, baby,” he growled.

And I did. My body shattered around him, my scream muffled by his kiss. He followed right after, his release hot and deep inside me, his groan rough and raw in my ear.

We collapsed together, our bodies tangled, sweat slick between us. I buried my face in his chest, breathing hard, my heart still racing.

He stroked my hair gently, his lips brushing my temple. “See? Nothing’s taking this away from us. Not now, not ever.”

I wanted to believe him so badly. And for the first time in a long time, I almost did.