...he admitted that he had learned the hard way that sins cannot be forgiven, no matter how hard you tried.
That statement perplexed Vincent. He spent thirty years trying to repent everything he had let happen to Lucrecia. And it didn't work or even make him feel any better. Then Cloud gets up and within' a week gets all of his forgiven.
"Okay!" Her voice interrupted his thoughts. "You never talk, and I've gotten used to that! But you usually at least listen! You totally weren't just now?"
"I apologize." The words were soft in the air and barely audible again.
He could feel her body slump as she admitted defeat to opening up the invincible beast. He could feel her curl up on her side. It didn't surprise her-she always just decided that Vincent's bed was more than perfect for letting herself rest and forcing Vincent to the floor.
He was controlling her. Dominating her-in a way she never thought was possible for him. His hands ghosted over her soft skin and eventually over her supple breasts. "Vin…" She mumbled, her head flying back as she belted out a hearty moan. She didn't know how he felt, but she knew that she felt damn good.
She let her hand creep downward toward the buckles encasing his lean waist. She moved a little lower, satisfied to feel that he was definitely enjoying this experience. She started to rub it slowly, not pushing too ha...