Chapter 31. I’m Not Ashamed

Martha

He tumbled with me onto the cushions, blanketing my body with his own as he ground his hips down against mine.

“You want me to ruin you for anyone else?” he rasped, one hand coming down to pop the button on my jeans and tug them down my hips impatiently. “Want me to make you mine in every way possible?”

I could only nod again, head falling back as he trailed his lips down my jaw and throat.

“Fuck,” he groaned low in his throat, one hand coming up to yank down the cup of my bra and expose my breast to his greedy mouth. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

I moaned at the feeling of his lips closing around my nipple, arching into his touch wantonly as he began to suck and bite at the sensitive flesh.

He took his time lavishing attention on each breast in turn, hands roaming over every inch of exposed skin as he mapped out every curve and hollow.

“Please,” I begged breathlessly, hands fisting in his hair as I rocked my hips up ag