There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

Mara starts to cum. She’s clutching the back of my head, pushing my mouth
harder against her breast, slamming her pussy down on my cock.
I swallow her breasts. When I’m full to the brim, I explode inside of her.
SOMETIME LATER, we’re still sitting on the couch in the same position. Mara’s
head rests on my shoulder. I’m trailing my fingertips lightly up and down her
spine.
I can tell she likes it—her body is heavy and sleepy, her soft sighs tickling
my ear.
I’m not thinking about that. I’m focusing on the feeling of her skin beneath
my fingertips. Her warmth and her softness.
When Mara finally lifts her head and sits back on my thighs, the silver rings
on her chest glint in the moonlight. We’ve yet to turn on any lamps. Stars
reflect on the glassy ocean below us, like half have fallen down into the
water.
I say, “Those rings are the only useful thing Shaw has ever done.”
Mara’s mouth falls open, letting out an outraged laugh.
“That’s so fucked up!” she cries.
“Oh shut up,” I say. “You like them too.”
Mara smacks me hard on the shoulder, unable to hide that I’m right.
“Why is that?” I ask her.
She considers.
“They suit me. I like the way they feel. And in a strange way, as awful as that
night was, it brought me to you. The value in horrible things is what you
make of them. As long as you’re alive, you can still turn shit into gold.”
“You’re glad you’re here?” I ask her, my eyes intently fixed on her face.
Wanting to know the truth, whatever she might say.