You sound guilty

ISADORA POV

Jude pulled out of me. I gasped, and my walls were constricted from the unexpected loss. I could feel the cold air hit my wet flesh. Then his tongue was against me, heating it up. He lapped at me carefully, knowing I was still overly sensitive. I became slack on top of the table, suspended by its edge, as my legs gave in.

Soon the pleasure built again, and he became hungrier, the lapping turning to a thrashing. I lost all sense of time then, letting Jude take control, letting him give me pleasure and take his own until I felt almost delirious. We both ended up sprawled on the pool table afterward, breathing harshly. I was fairly sure I’d have a rug burn and a few bruises tomorrow, but I couldn’t care less.

“Sometimes I wonder what I’ll tell Daniele once he’s older and demands answers. He’ll wonder why half his family died.”

I turned toward him, then rolled over and propped myself up on his chest, my chin on my linked fingers. “You sound guilty.”

“Sometimes I feel guilty.”