A Sinful Prayer in the Fortune Teller's Cottage
# The Devil’s Den The forest breathed around them, ancient and alive, as the four of them crunched over fallen leaves toward the haunt’s flickering entrance. Eva tugged at the hem of her dress, hyperaware of how the soft fabric clung to he
Chapter 1
The forest breathed around them, ancient and alive, as the four of them crunched over fallen leaves toward the haunt’s flickering entrance. Eva tugged at the hem of her dress, hyperaware of how the soft fabric clung to her curves, the night air cool on her bare, downy forearms. Rose and Daniel walked ahead, their laughter a distant chime, while Leo matched her pace—a deliberate shadow in his rolled-up sleeves and dark slacks, the scent of cedar and something sharper trailing him.
“You’re quiet,” he murmured, voice low enough to coil straight into her belly.
She flicked a glance up, caught the pale blue of his eyes, the scatter of freckles across his nose. A smirk played on his full lips, and her own dimple twitched in a nervous half-smile before she ducked her gaze. “Just… taking it all in.”
The haunted house loomed: a crooked amalgam of creaking wood and fake spiderwebs, strobe lights stuttering through the windows. Inside, the air thickened with fog-machine mist and the recorded shrieks of ghouls. Rose grabbed Daniel’s hand, pulling him into the first black corridor, and Leo’s fingers hovered just behind Eva’s lower back—not quite touching, but she felt the heat of him like a brand.
A scare actor lunged from the dark. Eva yelped, stumbling, and suddenly they were separated—a wall panel slid shut, sealing off Rose’s shouts. Leo stepped closer, his breath grazing her temple. “Looks like it’s just us.”
She wasn’t sure if the flutter in her chest was fear or something far more sinful. *This is not what I’m supposed to want.* The thought dragged through her mind, a prayer half-formed, but her body sang a different hymn: a damp ache blooming between her thighs, nipples tightening against the lace of her bra.
He nodded toward a narrow door marked “Fortune Teller’s Cottage,” and she followed him in. The room was small, cluttered with velvet drapes and a single oil lamp flickering on a low table. No windows. No exit except the one they’d come through. The air felt close, thick with the smell of old incense and the electric current running between them.
Leo turned, leaning against the table, arms crossed over his chest. The formal shirt stretched across his shoulders, outlining the muscle beneath. “First haunted house?”
“First… a lot of things,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. The confession hung there, vulnerable, and his pupils dilated—a predator sensing the scent of innocence.
He didn’t step forward. Didn’t reach for her. But his gaze was a physical thing: tracing the curve of her full mouth, the dark gleam of her brown hair, the soft swell of her breasts rising with each shallow inhale. “You’re trembling,” he said, and the observation was a velvet command, telling her body to obey.
And it did. A shiver rolled through her, right to the core where she was secretly, desperately wet. Every story she’d been told about patience and virtue evaporated in the heat of that small space, replaced by a raw, pulsing need to be claimed. She could smell her own arousal, sweet and musk, mingled with his cologne. The knowledge that she was hairy in places he couldn’t yet see, that her full thighs would spread soft and dark under his hands, made the fantasy almost too sharp to bear.
“Leo…” His name left her lips like an offering.
He tilted his head, that playful, dominant glint in his eyes turning serious. “Tell me what you want, Eva.”
The lamp light danced over his freckles, his jaw, the prominent vein on his forearm. A single, endless moment stretched between them—no touch, only the exquisite agony of anticipation, of a first kiss hanging in the air like a ghost. She could almost feel the scrape of his stubble, the press of his mouth, the domination of his tongue. Almost.
Then he smiled, slow and devastating, and the world outside the cottage ceased to exist.
Chapter 2
The lamp guttered, throwing shadows across Leo’s jaw as he held her gaze. “Tell me what you want, Eva.”
Her throat tightened. The words had lived inside her for years—sheltered, prayed over, never spoken aloud. But here, with the incense thickening the air and his blue eyes patient as a confessional, they clawed their way up. “I’ve never…” She swallowed, her dimple flickering. “I’ve never done any of this. I’m a virgin.” The admission burned, but his expression didn’t shift—no shock, no judgment. Just a softening around his mouth that made her knees feel loose.
“Hey,” he murmured, stepping closer. Not crowding, just *there*. The heat of him seeped through her dress. “That’s nothing to be nervous about. We go at your pace.” His knuckle brushed her cheek, feather-light. “You say stop, we stop. Okay?”
She nodded, not trusting her voice, and when he leaned down she didn’t retreat. His lips met hers—a quick, warm press, barely a heartbeat, before he pulled back to check her eyes. What he found must have been permission, because he returned, slower this time. A soft, lingering kiss that drew a shaky breath from her nose.
“Good?” he whispered against her mouth.
“Yeah,” she breathed, and then his palm cupped her jaw, tilting her head as he kissed her again. Deeper. His tongue traced the seam of her lips—a question—and when she parted them on a gasp, he answered. He tasted like mint and something darker, his tongue stroking hers in a rhythm that made her stomach clench. This was what a kiss was supposed to be. Not chaste pecks, but a slow, claiming exploration that left her dizzy.
His free hand found her waist, thumb circling the fabric over her ribs. “Your body knows what to do,” he said, voice a low rumble as his lips traveled to the corner of her mouth, her jaw. “If you feel wet right now—that’s normal. Natural. It means your body wants this to feel good.”
Her cheeks flamed, but the ache between her thighs throbbed in affirmation. When his knuckle grazed the underside of her breast, she whimpered. He paused. “This okay?”
“Yes,” she managed, and he traced the curve through her dress until her nipple hardened against the lace. A slow, deliberate stroke that sent a bolt of sensation straight to her core.
“See?” Leo kissed her forehead. “Perfectly natural.” He took her hand, guiding it to the front of his slacks—to the rigid heat straining beneath the fabric. “Feel what you do to me?”
Her fingers explored, tentative, tracing the outline of him. Hard and warm and impossibly alive under her palm. He let her investigate at her own pace, his breathing deepening but his hands staying gentle on her hips.
“When you’re ready,” he murmured, “undo my pants. Take me out. I’ll show you how to touch me.”
Her fingers trembled on his belt, but she didn’t say no.
Chapter 3
Her fingers fumbled with his belt, the leather cool and unfamiliar. Leo covered her hands with his, guiding the metal prong free, then the button of his slacks. “Slow,” he murmured, his voice thick. “Take your time.”
The zipper hissed down. She reached inside, her knuckles brushing the heat of him through his boxers, and he let out a rough breath. “Yeah,” he grunted. “Just like that. Wrap your hand around me.”
She drew him out. He was thick in her palm, the skin velvety and fever-warm, the head slick with a bead of moisture she didn’t have a name for yet. He wrapped her fingers around the base, showing her the pressure. “Tighter. Good. Now stroke—up, and down. Slow at first.”
She moved, and his head fell back, a groan tearing from his chest. “Fuck, Eva. That’s—yeah. Your hand feels incredible.” His hips gave a helpless twitch. “If you want to stop, we stop. But if you’re curious… you can use your mouth. Just the tip is okay. Whatever you want.”
She sank to her knees on the dusty floorboards, the oil lamp painting gold along his stomach. When she looked up, her brown eyes wide and full of a trust so total it stole his breath, his cock pulsed in her grip. “Jesus,” he hissed, his abs clenching. “You’re gonna make me come just looking at me like that.”
She leaned in, her lips parting, and took the head into the wet heat of her mouth. He was salty and smooth on her tongue, nothing like she’d imagined, and when her tongue traced the ridge beneath the tip, his hands fisted at his sides. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed, the word dragged from somewhere primal. “That’s—Eva, your fucking mouth. Gentle, just like that. Hollow your cheeks a little—*fuck*.”
She sucked softly, experimentally, and the sounds he made—the sharp grunts, the ragged praise—sent a gush of slick heat between her own thighs. She was drunk on the power of it, the way his composure shattered with every careful bob of her head.
Too soon, his hand slid into her hair—not pulling, but stilling her. “Stop,” he said, the word strained. “Stop, baby, or I’ll come. And I’m not done with you yet.”
He hauled her up, and in one motion sat her on the table’s velvet-draped edge. Her dress bunched around her hips. He stepped between her thighs, both hands cupping her face, and kissed her hard and deep before pulling back, his blue eyes almost black in the lamplight.
“Now,” he said, his voice a low, dirty promise, “I’m going to teach you exactly what my hands and mouth can do to this sweet body. I’m going to touch your pussy until you’re soaking my fingers. Then I’m going to put my mouth on you and make you feel things you’ve never even dreamed of, Eva. And you’re going to tell me if it’s good. Understood?”
She nodded, breathless, and his hand slid slowly up her bare thigh.
Chapter 4
Leo slid his hands beneath her thighs and eased Eva back onto the velvet-covered table, the old wood groaning beneath her weight. “You can lean back on your hands, or lie all the way down,” he murmured, voice rough with want. “Whichever makes you feel safe.” She chose to prop herself up, trembling fingers braced behind her, dark hair spilling over one shoulder. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties—simple cotton, already damp—and dragged them down her legs, letting them fall to the floor like an afterthought.
“I’ve never had a virgin before,” he admitted, his blue eyes drinking in the sight of her. “Every girl I’ve ever touched was already broken in. But you…” He spread her knees, exposing her completely to the oil lamp’s flicker. “You haven’t even touched yourself here, have you?” Eva shook her head, lips parted, her chest rising fast. His cock throbbed at the confirmation, pre-cum beading at the tip, but he ignored his own ache. Her pussy was *dripping*—not just wet, but shining with a slick, glossy thread that clung to her dark inner thighs. He had never seen a girl actually drip like this. He swore under his breath. “Jesus, Eva. You’re the wettest thing I’ve ever seen. All for me.”
He took her right hand and guided it between her legs, pressing her fingers against her own swollen clit. “Touch yourself,” he commanded softly. “Show me what your body likes.” She whimpered, her fingers moving in hesitant circles, and he watched her folds part, watched her learn her own heat. “That’s it,” he praised, his voice dropping an octave. “Now I’m going to taste you.” He kissed the inside of her knee, then her inner thigh, trailing his tongue through the slick mess she’d made, before sealing his mouth over her clit.
She cried out, hips bucking off the table, and he held her down with both palms flat on her stomach. Her clit was *exquisitely* sensitive—every flick of his tongue made her jerk and moan, her thighs clamping around his head. He pulled back just long enough to growl, “Keep those legs open, sweetheart. I’m not done.” He slid one thick finger inside her, not deep, barely past the first knuckle, and she *clenched* around him like a fist. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he breathed, pumping slowly, hard enough to stretch but never going deeper than he intended. “I’m not breaking you with my fingers, Eva. That’s what my cock is for.”
She stared at him like he had peeled back the universe and shown her a new galaxy. Her thighs shook, her belly fluttering, tears of overwhelm pricking her eyes. He paused, stilling his finger, and pressed a kiss to her clit. “Have you ever used tampons?” he asked, voice thick with depravity. She shook her head weakly. “No,” she whispered. His eyes went dark, pupils blown wide. “Then you’re completely untouched inside, aren’t you?” He withdrew his finger, leaving her empty and aching, and crawled up her body until his lips hovered over hers. “When I finally fuck you,” he rasped, “you’re going to feel every inch of me claim every inch of you. And I’m going to enjoy ruining you, Eva.” He kissed her deep, his cock nudging hot and hard against her soaked slit, but he didn’t push in—not yet. The night was still young.
Chapter 5
Eva's breath came in sharp hitches as Leo worked two fingers inside her, curling them just so against that swollen, aching spot. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, his thumb circling her clit with relentless, slick pressure. "Let go for me. I've got you."
"A-Leo—" Her voice shattered as the orgasm tore through her, a wave of white-hot pleasure that made her back arch off the velvet. She came with a broken cry, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers, drenching his hand in a fresh gush of heat. He held her through it, whispering filthy praise—*good girl, so fucking beautiful, all for me*—until she collapsed, trembling and gasping, her dark hair plastered to her damp forehead.
When her breathing slowed, he gently withdrew his fingers and spread her thighs wide. "I need to see you," he said, voice raw with awe. He parted her slick folds, staring at the glossy, untouched tightness of her. "You're so fucking wet, Eva. Look at this." He gathered her arousal on his fingers and painted it over the head of his cock, stroking himself slowly as she watched, dazed. "Sit up," he commanded softly. "Watch what you do to me."
She propped herself on her elbows, brown eyes fixed on the way he rubbed his thick length through her soaking slit, coating himself in her. "I'm going to push inside you now," he warned, notching the head at her entrance. "It might hurt. Your body's never been stretched like this before. But I'll go slow, and it will feel good. Do you trust me?"
"Yes," she whispered, and he pressed forward.
The resistance was immediate—her virgin cunt barely yielding, squeezing him so tight he had to grit his teeth. "Fuck, Eva," he groaned, forcing himself to pause. "You're strangling me, baby. Relax. Breathe for me." He pushed just a fraction deeper, and she whimpered, her inner walls gripping him like a fist. "Shh, you're doing so well. Just a little more." Sweat beaded on his brow as he worked her open, millimeter by agonizing millimeter, praising her in a low, steady stream. "Your pussy is so perfect. Taking me so well. Just relax…"
And then, with a final, careful thrust, he felt it—the thin, taut barrier of her virginity giving way. He stilled, stunned. An adult woman, completely new, stretching around his cock for the very first time. "There," he breathed, reverence cracking his voice. "You're mine now, Eva. All mine."
Chapter 6
Leo pulled back just enough to watch the tiny furrow between her brows, then slowly rolled his hips forward again. "That's it," he murmured, the words a warm puff against her damp temple. "Just breathe through it. You're taking me so fucking perfectly."
Eva's fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails leaving crescent moons on the fabric of his shirt. She couldn't form words—could barely think past the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely, stretched around the thick heat of him. A soft whimper escaped her lips as he withdrew and pressed back in, a gentle tide she was already learning to anticipate.
"Every wince, I slow down," he promised, voice low and steady. "You're new, sweetheart. Pushing you would ruin this." He paused mid-thrust, watching her face relax, then deliberately pushed deeper—slowly, carefully, a curious exploration. "Let me see how much of me you can take."
She gasped as he sank further, inch by controlled inch, her inner walls gripping him in tight, fluttering pulses. "Leo, I—oh—" Her back arched when he finally nudged against something deep, a dull pressure that made her eyes fly open.
"Your cervix," he breathed, holding there, letting her feel it. "That's all of me, Eva. Every single inch." He stayed buried to the hilt, the lamplight flickering over his freckled face as he looked down at where their bodies joined. "There's no going back from this. You know that, don't you?"
She nodded, a tear slipping from the corner of her eye—not from pain, but from the sheer rightness of it. The voice in her head, the one that whispered about sin and waiting, had gone silent. Nothing that felt this consuming could be wrong.
"Every date after this," Leo continued, beginning that gentle rhythm again, "I'm going to teach you something new. Maybe a position. Maybe the way to take me deeper in your throat." He withdrew almost completely, then eased back in, watching her mouth fall open. "We'll try toys together. I'll show you how to touch yourself while I watch, how to make me lose control just by watching you."
His thumb found her clit, circling in time with his slow thrusts. "Better ways to use that pretty mouth. Ways to make me beg." He leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. "And I will teach you, Eva. Over weeks. Months. There's no rush. You're mine now—this pussy, this body—and I'm going to take my time ruining you for anyone else."
She moaned, the sound raw and broken, her hips beginning to rock up to meet his in clumsy, instinctive need. The stretch had softened into something molten, pleasure threading through the ache. "Promise me," she breathed, not even sure what she was asking for.
"I promise," he growled against her throat, fucking into her with that same maddening patience, that same devastating tenderness, keeping her hovering on the edge of something vast and terrifying and perfect.
Chapter 7
Leo's thumb circled her clit with that same devastating patience, his cock sliding deep in a rhythm that had her thighs trembling. "Let go, Eva. I want to feel you come apart on me."
She shattered.
Not the gentle cresting wave of before, but a cataclysm that ripped through her—her pussy convulsing, gripping him in violent pulses, and then a sudden, shocking gush of liquid. Leo pulled out instantly, eyes wide, watching in reverent disbelief as her body kept releasing in hot spurts that splashed against his thighs, his stomach, the velvet beneath them.
"Fuck," he breathed, the curse reverent. "Fuck, Eva—look at you."
She couldn't look. Her eyes were screwed shut, mouth open in a silent scream as wave after wave poured out of her, her pussy contracting and opening, contracting and opening, each spasm forcing another clear rush of fluid until the fabric beneath her was soaked dark. It just kept coming, like a spring uncorked, like her body had been holding back a flood she didn't know existed.
"Baby." His voice cracked. "Baby, I've never—I've never seen anyone come like that. Never."
Eva's eyes fluttered open, her body still quaking, little aftershocks rippling through her belly. She looked down at the mess she'd made, at Leo kneeling between her thighs, his cock still hard and glistening, his freckled chest spattered with her. Shame flickered briefly, but his expression—pure, awestruck wonder—snuffed it out.
"You're shaking," he said, concern cutting through the awe. "Do you need to stop?"
"No." The word tore from her throat before he'd finished. "No, please—I need—I need you back inside me. I need to be stretched more. It feels like—like that's what needs to happen."
His jaw tightened. "You're sure?"
"Leo, please. Fuck me. Stretch me open. I want to feel all of you again."
He moved carefully, easing back between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against her still-fluttering entrance. "Slow, then. I'll give you slow first."
She gasped as he pushed in, her soaked channel swallowing him easily this time, but the depth—God, the depth. He kept going, inch by patient inch, until she felt that dull pressure deep inside, the place he'd nudged before.
"There," he murmured, pressing a gentle hand low on her belly. "Feel that? Right here. That's where I am. That's my cock filling you up from the inside."
She looked down, saw the subtle distension under his palm, felt the pressure from both sides—inside and out—and moaned, low and wrecked. "Oh, fuck. I can feel it. I can feel you."
He stayed buried to the hilt, letting her adjust, letting her feel claimed. Then he began to move—different speeds, different depths. Shallow and quick, just at her entrance, making her whimper. Then deeper, slower, dragging against that spot inside that made her see stars. Then hard, a few sharp thrusts that knocked the breath from her lungs before he gentled again, never letting her crest, never letting himself get too close.
"You feel that? All the different ways I can fuck you?" His voice was strained with control. "All the ways I'm going to fuck you, every date, every night—"
His phone buzzed, loud and obnoxious against the wooden table.
Leo's rhythm didn't falter. He kept those slow, deep strokes going as he reached for it, glanced at the screen. "It's Luke." A dark smile curved his lips. "Better stay quiet, sweetheart."
He answered. "Hey."
Even from where she lay, Eva could hear Luke's voice, tinny with static. "Dude, where the hell are you guys? We've been looking everywhere. You okay?"
Leo's hips rolled forward, burying himself deep, and Eva pressed her fist against her mouth to trap the moan.
"We're fine," Leo said, voice impossibly steady. "Found a spot. Just... exploring."
He pulled almost all the way out, then slid back in with a deliberate, devastating slowness that made her eyes roll back.
"You sure?" Luke's voice crackled. "Rose's getting worried. You've been gone a while."
"Oh, we're just fine." Leo's eyes locked with hers, blue fire, as he fucked into her with that same controlled, torturous rhythm. "Just... fine. We'll find you in a bit."
He hung up without waiting for a response, tossed the phone aside, and leaned down to press his lips to her ear. "Now. Where were we?"
Chapter 8
Leo's hand slid to her hip, stilling her with that quiet, commanding pressure. "Up, baby. I want you on my lap." His voice was rough but patient, and when she blinked at him, dazed and utterly his, he pulled out of her in one slow, deliberate withdrawal that left her pussy grasping at nothing.
She whimpered at the loss, but he was already guiding her, his hands strong on her waist as he shifted off the edge of the velvet chaise and down to the floor. He sat with his long legs stretched out before him, back against the base of a heavy wooden armoire, and pulled her down to straddle his hips. The new angle made her gasp as she sank onto him—deeper than before, his cock driving up into her until she felt that blunt, impossible pressure against the very end of her, a tight, full ache that radiated through her belly. "Oh God, Leo—you're so deep. I can feel it in my stomach."
"Good," he growled, his hands cupping her ass, spreading her open around him. "Now ride me, Eva. Slow. Find what feels good." He guided her hips in a small, rolling circle, and she cried out, her hands flying to his shoulders. Her belly showed the faintest distorting swell when he shifted, and he pressed a thumb there, right above her pubic bone. "Feel that? That's all me, baby. Every inch."
She was too overwhelmed to answer. She moved, timid little lifts at first, then bolder, rising until just the tip of him remained before slamming back down. The sound of their joining was obscene—wet, sucking, her juices from before still flooding her channel and now coating his lap, his thighs, sliding down his balls.
"Look at you, made a mess already," he murmured, but there was only adoration in his tone. He surged up to kiss her, his tongue sliding into her mouth in a claiming stroke. Then he did exactly what she hadn't known she needed: he fucked her mouth with his tongue, pushing deep, retreating, pushing deep again, and she moaned around him, her lips sealing to suck his tongue like she'd learned to suck his cock. He made a raw, broken sound and one hand came up to tangle in her hair, holding her face to his while he mirrored the rhythm with the slow grind of his hips.
"That's it, sweetheart. Suck my tongue. Let me in everywhere." His voice was muffled against her lips, a dirty prayer. She sucked harder, her hips starting to judder, her cunt fluttering around the heavy stretch of him. The pressure, the fullness, the obscene intimacy of his tongue in her mouth while his cock nudged the deepest part of her—it shattered her again.
She came with a sob, her thighs clamping around his lap as a gush of fluid erupted from her, soaking his stomach, his groin, splashing wet and hot against his balls. It kept coming, wave after wave, and she could hear it—the wet, unmistakable sound of her release flooding them both. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, Leo—I can't stop, I can't—"
"Don't stop. Don't you dare stop." He held her down, his cock buried to the root while her pussy convulsed and sprayed, his jaw clenched so hard she could hear his teeth grind. His balls drew up tight, heavy and full, but he held back, every muscle in his body locked with the effort. Not yet. He wanted to flood her, wanted her to feel him pump for the first time, wanted to fill her so deep she'd taste it. So he let her ride out the last violent shudders, her pussy milking him in wet, squeezing pulses that nearly ended him.
When she finally collapsed against his chest, panting and trembling, he smoothed a hand down her sweaty spine. "You're incredible," he breathed against her hair. "But I'm not done with you yet, Eva."
She lifted her head, eyes glassy with pleasure and tears, and he saw the moment his words registered. She was still so full of him, still impaled, still dripping. And he was going to keep her there until he lost himself inside her.
Chapter 9
“Ride me,” Leo growled, his voice a low vibration against her throat. “Cum on my cock, Eva. I want to feel you soak me again.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Her hips rolled, a desperate, messy grind that drove him deeper into that perfect, aching spot. Every nerve ending screamed with overstimulation, but the raw, proprietary way he looked at her—like she was already his to ruin—pushed her past any edge.
“That’s it,” he rasped, one hand fisting in her hair, the other biting into the meat of her ass. “Scream my name when you let go. Let the whole fucking forest hear who owns this pussy.”
His command shattered something. She exploded with a broken wail, “*Leo!*” Her orgasm ripped through her, wet and violent—a hot gush of her release drenching his lap, splashing audibly against his balls as her cunt convulsed around his thick length. She was cumming so hard she saw stars, her body a tight, quivering bow arched against his chest, her pussy squirting with every spasm.
That was when the door groaned open.
Rose’s sharp gasp cut through the fog. “Oh my God—Eva?!” Her best friend stood frozen in the doorway, Daniel’s broad figure shadowing behind her, his mouth falling open in pure shock. They’d clearly followed the sounds of sex—and found exactly what they feared.
Leo didn’t pull out. His arm locked around Eva’s waist, pinning her to his chest as her climax tapered into helpless, trembling aftershocks. His gaze snapped toward the intruders, cold and utterly unapologetic. “Out. Now, Luke.”
Luke’s face flushed crimson, but he grabbed Rose’s arm and yanked her backward. The door slammed shut, their hurried footsteps retreating into the haunted house’s manufactured screams.
Eva buried her face in Leo’s neck, mortified, her whole body shaking. “They saw—I can’t believe they—”
“Hey.” His voice softened, his hand cupping the back of her head. “Look at me.”
She lifted her eyes, huge and wet, and he kissed her forehead with a tenderness that didn’t match the depravity of moments before. “You did so good, baby. So fucking good. They don’t matter. Only us, yeah?”
He was still buried deep inside her, still rock-hard, but he just held her, his thumb stroking her cheek, letting her shaky breaths slow against his skin. “We’ll finish later. When we’re alone. Right now, you’re mine, and I’ve got you.”
The mortification ebbed, replaced by something fiercer: safety. Even caught, even messy and slick with her own release, she belonged exactly where she was.