Page 76 of The Sinner's Bargain

“Stay as long as you want.” His lips grazed the side of my neck where it curved into my shoulder. “I won’t be long, but I’ll send Cooke up with lunch.” He nipped at the slant of my jawline with his teeth. “What will you do?”

I couldn’t think when he was kissing his way up my cheek, towards my mouth, but I managed a weak, “Eat?”

He gave a low, throat hum and I lost all the feeling in my knees. The book toppled out of my fingers and hit the floor at my feet. It lay forgotten as he traced lazy circles into the naked skin of my stomach, making the muscles seize and shudder.

“You’re shivering, Little Blue,” he purred into my ear.

I was ready to tell him it was chilly when his searching digits nudged the waistband of my tights and slid under to the top knuckles of his hand. His fingers splayed across my pelvis. Over my cotton panties.

“Thoran!”

My moan was met with a deep, dark cackle. “If you’re a good girl, when I get back, I’ll finish this. I’ll finger your little pussy until you cum.”

I didn’t know if I was mortified by the crude promise or excited. My body seemed to be torn by the idea, both wanting him to continue and resisting the urge. All I could muster was a shaky whisper of his name that was met with the knot of his free hand in my hair, dragging my head back. Exposing my neck and the pulse he traced with the tip of his tongue and doing something to my nether regions that had me grabbing his arm for support to stay up.

My body was on fire.

It pulsed with the force of a million heartbeats tied to a billion nerve endings that begged to be stroked. The sensation was so hot, so aggressive I was terrified and lightheaded, and wanting.

I wanted him so much I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t breathe. Think.

“Thoran...”

His name was my anchor. The only thing keeping me from vanishing entirely over the cliff I could feel myself dangling.

“I can’t wait to see how fucking wet you are, sweetheart. I can’t wait to sink so deep inside your tight cunt you see stars.” His fingers dipped lower. The tips of each at my lips. Almost cupping my damp, scalding heat. “You’re so fucking hot. Another few more inches and I’ll know just how soaked your panties are. Should I?”

Yes!

Yes please!

The plea screamed between my ears shameless and scorching my tongue, but all that whined out was a pathetic, “Please ... please, Thoran.”

The hand in my hair tightened until I was sure strands were being torn from my scalp.

“Fuck, Blue...!”

The arms of steel around me, the taunting fingers at my heat, the breath at my ear all shuddered as the man holding me fought his own control. His heart cracked against my shoulder blade, frantic as mine.

Feeling unnaturally bold, I raised my face and let my lips brush his scar just above his upper lip. The caress was feather light, but the way he started, the way his head snapped down to mine, eyes wide with surprise sent a wave of heat up my neck to fill my cheeks.

His features softened. The hand in my hair relaxed. He lowered his head but didn’t kiss me.

“The next few hours are going to be hell, but I’ll make it worth it when I see you again.” His promise sent a warm tingle through me.

“Hurry,” I whispered without thinking and his face darkened all over again.

A muscle twisted in his cheek, but he pulled away from me and took several large steps back.

“Read your book, you little temptress. I’ll be back and we’ll finish this.”

Without waiting for me to respond, he pivoted sharply on his heels and stomped from the room. The door was closed behind him and I was left alone in his personal, private space with soaked panties and an itch I didn’t know what to do with.

I blew out a frustrated breath and bent to snatch my poor book off the floor. I wandered with it to the massive bed with its navy sheets and high posters. I kicked off my shoes. The satin slid beneath me, rippling like waves on the night sea. I reclined across the foot, eyes on the black skies boiling overhead. My heart thumped against the hard surface of the book, a knocking that almost hurt but was nice having something else to focus on that wasn’t Thoran’s hands sliding past the band of my tights and cupping my ... what had he called it?

My pussy.

The term had my face burning.

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