Page 157 of The Sinner's Bargain

I bit my lip, wishing he would stop. I’d been so happy moments ago and now I just wanted to cry.

“Please stop,” I begged practically under my breath.

He pulled me into his chest and held my face to his heart with a hand against the back of my head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have pushed.”

I closed my eyes and breathed him in, letting his scent sooth me the way only he could.

“I do have one more question,” he whispered into the shell of my ear.

I didn’t open my eyes. “Thoran,” I pleaded, needing him not to ask anything else.

“Please. It’ll keep me up all night if I don’t.”

I sighed and lifted my head, dread pulling the corner of my lip between my teeth.

He searched my eyes and kissed my nose before asking, “What got you so hot earlier?”

His teasing sent fingers of fire beneath my skin, and I tried to turn away so he wouldn’t see. My attempts only got me thrown over his shoulder and carted like a potato sack to the bed where I was dumped down on the mattress.

“Thoran!” I laughed as he came down over me.

“You’re not leaving until you tell me because the way you came on my cock, sweetheart, your pussy squirting all over me...” he growled at the back of his throat. The guttural sound vibrated against my ear, scattered across my tingling skin. “I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”

I could feel his erection rubbing into my hip. Getting harder and thicker with every whisper. His hand slipped into the front of my robe and cupped my bare breast. The nipples shriveled beneath his skimming thumb.

“Thoran...” I whined, hips wiggling to feel his weight pressing them apart.

“Tell me what had your pussy so soaking wet you could hardly wait to get me alone?” he taunted, pinching my nipple, and tugging until I cried out.

His hand slipped away and journeyed down to tug on the sash keeping my robe closed. It came undone too easily and I was bared to his wandering hand.

“You didn’t even care I was drenched in another man’s blood, Naya.” His fingertips drifted down the center of my chest, across my trembling belly to my mound. “I want to know why.”

I curled my fingers into the sheets beneath me to keep from grabbing his hand and pulling it the rest of the way between my thighs.

“Tell me,” he coaxed, slipping just the tip of one finger between my lips to nudge my clit. “Tell me and I’ll let you cum.” He grazed me again and I whined and bit my lip. “Don’t you want to cum, Blue? You do it so fucking beautifully.”

His dark head bent, and he sucked on the nipple closest to him. His fingers spread my lips, leaving my clit exposed and vulnerable to the chill in the room. The pink nub looked so wet and swollen in the candlelight. So helpless between his long digits.

“Maybe I’ll eat her first,” he taunted, giving me the tiniest little brush with the tip of his index finger. “I can fuck her with my tongue and fingers until you’re begging.”

I tried to shake my head partially because I’d forgotten the question, but also silently pleading with him not to tease.

“Playing hard to get, huh? Well, I have ways of making naughty girls talk.”

“You,” I breathed an hour later, exhausted, sweaty, and deliciously sore as I nestled into Thoran’s chest. My face against his throat.

His long fingers stilled in their gentle stroking of my hair. “Hm?”

His voice was as thick and drowsy as I felt, but I drew in a deep breath and repeated, “You turn me on. Just you.

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