Page 94 of The Sinner's Bargain

“Panties,” I all but growled.

Slim fingers hooked into the waistband of the only thing keeping her safe from me. Her hands shook, but she peeled the translucent scrap of fabric over her hips. They rolled against her wet thighs and caught around her knees, but she peeled them off and slipped free.

Beautifully, perfectly naked, Blue stood before me with pink cheeks and miles of sweet, delicious skin. Her pussy lips were smoothly shaven, except a small patch of soft, golden curls trimmed close. I had a vivid memory of my fingers sliding between her folds to the swollen button waiting to be teased on the way before sinking into all that dripping heat.

Fuck!

My dick jerked, making my boxers tighter.

“My turn.” I captured her delicate wrist and jerked her forward. Her breathless gasp was silenced by the secondary hand I closed around her jaw. I forced her face up to mine. “Take them off me.”

I thrived on the eruption of lava burning beneath her skin as I flattened her hand against the center of my chest where two pistols crossed just below a pair of yellow, demon eyes. It connected to a spiral of other images, but she stared into the monster’s eyes unflinching.

I relinquished my hold and left her to make her own path down the hollow valley to where the dark elastic started.

I expected her to be quick. To hook the band and yank it down. I had not expected her to trace the markings etched into my flesh with the tip of a finger. I wasn’t expecting her to follow the lines from one side to the other in feather light strokes. Every brush sent fire beneath my skin, straight into my veins.

“Blue.” I was mortified to hear the plea in my own voice.

Wide, innocent eyes rose to mine. “They’re so beautiful,” she whispered. “I’ve never seen this many on anyone before. I never thought it could be this lovely.”

My jaw grinded. Molars creaking as she moved down my left arm to the roses.

The five, mirroring roses carved into my memory and soul.

I waited to hear the questions, but she continued without pausing and glided over to my boxers. Her index finger caught and tugged.

The garments trailed over my hips and down.

Down.

I was no longer breathing by the time it snagged on my cock. My mouth opened to guide her, to offer her assistance, but she was reaching inside and taking me in her palm before I could even function. My world shuttered for a heartbeat, and I almost embarrassed myself right there.

“Blue!”

My dick a solid weight of rigid need panged in her grip. The thick head leaked in anticipation, and Blue merely blinked up at me, expression startled.

“Did I hurt you?”

Done.

Done with the waiting, I kicked out of the underwear, grabbed the object of my madness, and stalked with her clasped to my chest straight into the shower.

The steam enveloped us in a blanket of heat against the chill soaked into our skin. I would have groaned, but Blue’s opening was right over my reaching cock, begging me to just nudge my way in.

I could.

I could pin her to the glass like some exotic butterfly, hook my arms under her knees and fuck her right there until she was screaming, and I was roaring, and our mixed cum was leaking out of her cunt and washing down the drain.

It was such a beautiful fucking thought I almost forgot why we were there.

Gingerly, I set her down onto her feet and backed her under the pressure spray.

“Wash your hair,” I told her, pressing my shampoo bottle into her hand.

I stood back against the opposite wall, watching her as she did as she was told. As she drizzled my scent into her palm and lathered it into all that gorgeous main. Head back. Spine arched. Eyes closed. Her breasts strained forward in offering. Plump, mouthwatering globes begging for my hands. Suds trickled across the rosy buds and down the smooth plain of her belly to drip off her pussy.

I took my cock in hand and pumped in slow, leisurely strokes. Not hard, just enough pressure to keep myself on edge.

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