Chapter 82: Sin Is Sacred

**Julia POV.**

**PRESENT DAY.**

Tyler leaned towards me and tightened his grip on me. I tugged on his long auburn hair and threw my head back. Arching and gasping.

He brought his face close to mine. Close enough to make me hear him breathe. Close enough to make me smell his scent. Close enough to make me feel his heartbeat. 

Close enough to make his intentions clear.

His lips hovered near my ear like a bee drawn to a flower in search of nectar. And then he whispered the kindest words I had heard all day.

“Let me show you what it feels like to be with a man. A real man.”

Wild with desire, I dug my fingernails in his back and stole a glance at his dangling erection.

“I will fuck you so hard you will forget you ever had a husband.”

Melting with lust, I opened up my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

He carried me out of the bathroom into the couch in the living room and laid me down. His hands sneaked up my thigh and disappeared under the hem of my skirt. He kissed the back of neck again and again. I arched my head back and moaned in forbidden pleasure.

“You feel so fucking awesome wrapped around me. Wait till you feel me deep inside you. You have no idea what’s coming,” he whispered loudly.

Insane with anticipation, I dug my nails deep in his back again and cried out in ecstasy. His words and the inherent promise hidden in them set my snatch on fire.

He started by kissing my shoulders first. Then gently moved my hair to kiss the back of my neck. Then my ears, my cheeks, my throat. 

I wanted it.

I relished it.

He leaned back on his haunches to continue lifting up my loose skirt, his glowing eyes focused on his shaky hands. My breathing caught in my throat, and my heart pounded harshly in my chest. When he took the skirt off completely, allowinging itl to fall to the ground and reveal my lace thong, a shaky breath slipped from my parted lips. 

His warm hands grazed over my baby bump, admiring the sight before him. I felt self-conscious under his intense gaze. I tried to use my free hand to cover myself up, but he automatically caught my hand and pressed it above my head with my other hand.

Although I knew this shouldn’t be happening, especially since I was married to Leander, I was helpless to stop it. It was as if an invisible string had wrapped itself around my waist, keeping me in place, and unable to pull away from this man. 

From the moment he touched me, I was lost to him. I had never felt so warm, so alive, even when I was riding him near the mountain spring a day earlier. He made me feel loved, he made me feel desired. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

I knew at that very moment that I wouldn’t regret making the decision to fuck him tonight.

Tyler leaned forward, hovering over me. His warm breath fanned across my lips, eliciting a fire deep within my core. He rolled his hips forward, his hard-on firm against my thigh. The movement had my vision blurring with anticipation. 

The touch of his boner set my sloppy slit on fire. It started leaking incessantly. And didn’t stop until we were both done.

He closed the space between us, capturing my lips with his as his hands roamed over my body. In a blur, his hands had pushed down my flimsy thong. Tender fingers caressed my inflamed moist slit as his lips melted against mine. 

My head grew fuzzy with desire and lust as I followed his lead. I grabbed his erect manhood with my free hand. My mouth dried at the sight of his massive erection that now dangled before my face.

It looked enormous, like a primitive tool. Its bulging veins spread out all over its smooth skin like rivers on a map. His big heavy round nuts swayed with every movement of his. 

It felt intimidating, unnerving, and incredibly thrilling.

Every part of this man was a work of art. I felt a steady stream of wetness gushing out of my tiny warm cavity and running down my thighs shamelessly.

He lowered me on my back. His rock hard boner bobbed between our bodies. The invisible string wrapped around my waist continued to tighten, drawing me closer and closer to the man hovering above me, pressing delicate kisses on the horizontal lips on my face and the swollen vertical lips between my legs.

My breath caught in my throat as I gripped his shoulders. I was helpless to speak, so I simply stared into his eyes until he tore them away to kiss my snatch again. His fingers slid down my baby bump and gripped the base of his hard pecker. 

A gasp flew from my lips when the crown slid between my juicy wet folds.

He was IN.

To say I was nervous would be an understatement, but I wasn’t in the right mind to care. I wanted him in. I wanted him badly.

He rolled his hips forward, allowing himself to slide into me, inch by inch, one thrust at a time. Our moans mixed together as Tyler slowly worked his way in, stopping to allow me to catch my breath. He was right, it was exhilarating, and once his gigantic pecker was fully in, a wave of pleasure crashed over me. 

“That’s it,” he praised, his fingers gliding over the curve of my enlarged tummy as he plunged his tool in slowly. “So fucking wet.”

“I will fuck you raw. I will fuck you hard. I will fill you up.”

He did mean it. He kept his word. He quickened his pace, his hips slamming forward to meet mine. But he kept his thrusts shallow to avoid hurting me or the baby.

It was all a blur when I tipped over the edge with the man above me. Having an orgasm was not a foreign feeling to me. But being pummelled in slow motion by an Omega was. Being rammed nonstop and slow for an hour was. 

A man in love fucks deep. A man in lust fucks long.

Tyler did both to me.

His grip on my hips tightened as he finished in me, his profuse discharge flooding my insides and blocking my tiny cavity.

I could feel the sense of getting drowned. I drowned myself willingly. Not in love, but in the depths of his passions. I felt myself sinking to the bottom of his sea of love. 

And I did not want to rise again.