A Necessary Sin: The Sin Trilogy: Book I

She lowers her body to mine, bringing us close enough to touch, but she isn’t pressing her weight against me. Her nightgown is slick when she climbs upward to straddle me again. She arches back and my erection presses against her warm entrance.

I place my hands on her stomach and glide them up her silky gown. I palm her breasts, her hands covering mine, and her nipples become erect beneath my touch. Her hands move up her chest, to her shoulders, and then to the back of her neck. She lifts her long hair and holds it in a messy pile as she rotates her hips, grinding her groin against mine.

I slip my hands under her gown and she releases her hair to reach for the bottom. She pulls it over her head and discards it.

She is, without doubt, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Everything about her is perfect to me.

She holds the tip of my cock and positions it at her warm, slick entrance. She sinks down until I’m completely buried inside her. She leans back, placing her hands on my thighs for leverage, and begins moving up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

I rotate my hand, palm side up, and use my fingers to find her clit. I know I’ve hit the perfect spot when a moan escapes her mouth. I start with a slow, spiraling motion and increase the speed as she moves faster. “Ohh … right there, Sin.”

It isn’t long before I realize I could be doing this too well. She may beat me to the finish line. “Are you already close?”

“Yesss!”

I won’t ask her to slow down so I begin thrusting with her. A moment later, I’m there with her when my orgasm approaches.

She sinks deep and groans, “Ohh … ohh.”

Mine comes right in behind hers. It’s going to be a big one since it’s been a while. I rise and grab her hips, bringing her down hard as I thrust deep. I hold her in place as I spasm, completely emptying myself.

When it’s over, I move my hands to her waist and press my head to her chest. “I missed you terribly, lass.”

“I missed you too. I’m very happy to have you back.” She places her hands on my face and forces me to look at her. “Never do that to me again. Ever.”

“I’ll do my best, Bonny.” But I’m Fellowship. She knows this. I can make no promises.

She’s still holding my face. “Say it with me.”

I know what she’s talking about. Together we say the words. “Into me … you see.”

She sighs and puts her arms around my shoulders. I wince when she forgets about my injury and squeezes too hard. “Oh, I’m sorry. You should lie back down.”

She’s avoiding my shoulder. “I will if you’ll swap sides with me. You’re distancing yourself because of my injury.” I crave her nearness. We’ve been too far apart this week.

She lies with her head on my uninjured shoulder while I rub her upper arm. We stay like that for a while, quiet, simply enjoying the gift of being together.

With silence comes thought, and my mind wanders back to the first night we were together. Bleu has never explained her infertility issues. She only said it was something I’d care nothing about. I didn’t at the time. I was too busy being happy about it to question her, but things are different now.

Anyone knows healthy young women aren’t routinely checked by their doctors for infertility unless they’ve tried to conceive and couldn’t. Bleu came to me a virgin, so that clearly isn’t the case. “How do you know you can’t get pregnant?”

She doesn’t answer right away. “I never said I couldn’t get pregnant.”

I sit up abruptly because I want her to look me in the face when she explains this one. “You told me you couldn’t get pregnant.”

“That may be what you heard, but that’s not what I said.”

“Then please, clarify.”

“I said you shouldn’t worry about getting me pregnant. There’s a difference.”

“We’ve been having unprotected sex because I believed you were infertile.”

“I’ve had severe polycystic ovarian syndrome since I was seventeen. I lost an ovary when I was twenty and the remaining one is nonfunctional. My doctors tell me I’ll likely lose it within the next couple of years, so in vitro is the only chance I have at becoming pregnant.”

I’m no reproductive specialist but I understand the basics. “If you don’t have ovaries, how can they do in vitro?”

“I did a retrieval procedure two years ago in case I ever wanted to have babies. My eggs are frozen until I choose to use them.”

She wouldn’t have done that if she didn’t want children. “You want babies.” I don’t know why I’m surprised by this revelation.

“I do, very much, but only if the circumstances are right. Don’t you?”

“I’ve never allowed myself to think of what I might want because I’ve always known what was expected—enter into a Fellowship-approved marriage and breed the next leader. That is what has been drilled into me for as long as I can remember.”

“That’s a bleak plight.” She couldn’t be more right.

“If my wife doesn’t hate me from the start, she’ll grow to once I take our son from her and rear him to lead The Fellowship.” That’s what happened between my mum and father.