Beautiful Sinner: a standalone forbidden romance (Beautiful Series)
Beautiful Sinner: Chapter 29

TIME FEELS like it’s slipping past us. Every time I look at her, I wonder: how did this happen? When did everything change? When was the exact moment I fell in love with her?

She’s sitting next to me in the car on the way to Dublin, and my pulse won’t stop thrumming in my ears. Every moment or so, I glance over at her. She’s staring out the window, much like she did when we made this drive three months ago. In her knee-length blue dress with the little white flowers and a plunging neckline, she looks so different from the girl who landed on my doorstep. She wears a new confidence she didn’t have before, like she’s no longer looking for validation. There’s a new sense of pride in how she works at the house that’s changed the way she carries herself now. And I can barely keep my hands off of her with how fucking sexy it makes her to me.

This is not a fling. It’s not sex. Somewhere in the past three months, this thing between us became everything. I would give it all up for her.

I plan to. I just haven’t told her that yet.

She reaches across the seat and links her fingers with mine. Gently, I lift them to my lips and kiss each knuckle. I didn’t tell her that I booked us one of the nicest hotels in my budget in Dublin. We are doing far more than picking up her paperwork from the consulate. She has no idea just how much, but she will soon.

The trip to the consulate is quick, and as we walk out of the building, she leans on my arm, our hands still grasped together.

“I love being able to hold your hand in public.”

And I love it too. I like that people see us together, and I don’t care that I look more like her dad than her boyfriend. Out here, she’s mine and I don’t need to hide.

I haven’t given much thought to what happens after everything, if we’ll still feel comfortable in Ennis, if everyone will give her a hard time because of a choice I made, but none of that matters. We’ll find a way.

Turning her body toward me, I place my hands on her face. Then, I kiss her more than any man should kiss a woman in the middle of a busy street, let alone a priest. She doesn’t stop me. She leans in. This will all be mine soon. Kissing her in public, being wholly and completely hers.

“I have a surprise for you,” I whisper as she pulls away. Her eyes light up.

“Please tell me we don’t have to hurry home. I want to stay like this for just one day.”

My heart throbs hearing her say that. She deserves so much more than one day, and I can’t fucking wait to give it to her. So I kiss her gently on the forehead and pull her down the road to the car.

After a short drive, we pull up to the hotel, dropping the car off at the valet. Cadence is biting back a smile as I open the lobby door for her, watching her expression as she walks through. Red flower sculptures hang from the ceiling with a white marble floor at our feet, and the woman behind the counter greets us with a pleasant smile. Cadence is practically vibrating in my arms as we check in.

When we get to our room, which is simple with a large bed, red velvet pillows propped on a deep gray duvet, Cadence falls onto it with a bounce. What I wouldn’t pay to see this smile on her face everyday.

“I love this surprise.” She beams.

I stand between her legs and crawl carefully over her body. “I figured you might.”

She pulls my face down and kisses me deeply, her hands roaming my body, reaching for my belt buckle. I don’t bother telling her that we have a lot planned for the day. For just one moment, she feels like mine. We are a regular couple, and this is our hotel room.

It doesn’t take long before our kiss turns heated, and I trail my lips down her neck and over the deep neckline of her dress. Her moans are louder than normal, and I know she’s thinking the same thing that I am. We’ve had to keep it down so much that it will feel so fucking good to make her really cry out. To hear her whimpers and screams without a care in the world for who else hears them. Right now, I want all of fucking Dublin to hear them. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Let’s see if we can get a noise complaint,” I say as I drop to my knees between her legs. It’s practically an attack on her sex as I devour her, my short stubble scratching her thighs. She writhes and moans all the same.

“Louder,” I hum against her. She answers with a guttural cry and I nearly come in my pants.

With my tongue buried deep inside of her, I reach up and shove her dress up to her neck so I can hold her breast in my hands. I want every inch of her. I want to ruin her for anyone else. I want to make sure she knows she’s mine and no one else can please her like me. No one will ever get the chance.

She calls out my name as her orgasm wracks through her, her thighs seizing up around me, and I know she did that for me. Like she was claiming me at the same moment I was claiming her. Letting God know who I belonged to.

As I stand up, I stare down at her as I unbutton my pants, dropping them to the floor. With my hands under her legs, I yank her body to the edge of the bed and enter her in one fluid motion.

She barely has the chance to come down from her last climax before she’s writhing again. Watching her beautiful body on the bed, her legs wrapped around me, my chest aches. I love her so fucking much it hurts.

Grabbing her hand, I pull her up, and without pulling out, I lift her body in my arms. She has a drunk, ecstasy-laced smile as I carry her to the bathroom counter. With the large mirror behind her, I see myself as I fuck her.

For the first time in a long time, the reflection doesn’t repulse me. It feels right.

She notices me looking and turns her head to see what I see. “I want to watch too,” she whispers, and without hesitation, I spin her around and enter her from behind. Our eyes meet in the mirror as I slam into her, and I see her fight the urge to close her eyes or look away. The intensity of staring at each other as we both careen toward this climax is the most spiritual experience I’ve ever felt.

My whole life I’ve been seeking out a connection with God, and I had no idea the transcendental power of connecting with another person.

Just before I come inside her, I grab her body and pull it roughly against mine. She claws at my arms as her body tenses and tremors against mine. I feel her orgasm in my bones.

We both stand there panting a moment before I press my lips against her neck and whisper against her skin.

“I love you.”

She doesn’t even react, no gasp or flinching. She spins in my arms, kissing me as if she’s kissing the words that just came out of my mouth.

“I love you too.”

I want to come out with it right at that moment. The words are hanging on my lips, but we have a long day planned, and I want to savor every single moment. This moment belongs to our first ‘I love yous’.

After we get cleaned up, we head back out into the city. I hold her hand every step of the way and when we sit at dinner that night, I have to hold back from kissing her when I should be eating. I’m addicted to this feeling of having her to myself. I want it forever.

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