SIN
He mumbles as he brushes a lock of my hair from my face.
"Is it strange that I understand your reason?" I ask and he wiggles his head, saying, "It's not. It just makes you perfect. " And I can't control myself anymore. With the smile etched on his face, the happiness that reflects in his eyes despite the commotion we just had minutes ago, the unspoken words lingering in the air between us and his hardened cock that pokes my pulsing core— I lean forward and press my lips against his for a second before pulling back.
Not because I don't want more. Oh— I want so fucking more and I will get it, but the need to say the words gnaws at my insides, which is why I say, "You are mine now. No one else'