Page 98 of The Sinner's Bargain

To lick.

To bite.

To suck.

I jolted with pain and surprise. Thoran took the opportunity to contain both hands with only one of his in order to hook his free arm around my arched spine. My cry earned an almost mocking snicker and a deliberate rock of his entire body against mine.

Grinding against me.

Against my clit.

My nipples against his chest.

My legs could not spread any wider, but I tried. Oh, how I tried. Practically splitting myself in two to feel more of him. Feel him where he belonged.

Inside me.

I had never wanted anything more with such maddening insanity. I was lost and delirious as he stole my air and my senses. I didn’t even struggle or try to fight as he punished me.

“Please ... please,” I begged, unashamed and wanton. “Please, Thoran.”

He released my mouth and chuckled deeply in his chest as he started a slow path across my cheek to my ear.

“Please what, Little Blue?”

Heat billowed beneath the skin of my cheek. “Don’t...”

Don’t make me say it, was my plea, but it lodged in my throat when he raised his head to peer down at me, grin wolfish.

“Tell me what you want and I will. I’ll make every dirty fantasy in that pretty head come true.”

It was on my tongue. Right on the edge, teetering with both excitement and dread at the thought of putting those words out into the world. But more so, saying them to him.

“I can’t,” I rasped instead and caught my lip between my teeth.

Where I expected annoyance, Thoran only widened his lips in a devastating smirk. “Let’s see if I can’t change your mind.”

He unclasped my wrists. The muscles in my shoulders panged but I was too focused on his slow descent down my body. I watched him stop over my right breast. Watched his tongue poke out and give the pink tip a flick. The heat of his breath combined with the coolness of the room prickled the dampness, sending a river of lava crashing through me. My fingers were in his hair before I could stop them, holding him to me as he sucked and nipped. Only when I was thrashing and pleading did he give relief, but only for as long as it took him to move to the next nipple.

He didn’t leave the right breast abandoned while he repeated the torture to the left nipple. He palmed the mound and rolled the over sensitive tip beneath his thumb. The contradicting sensations had me twisting against the sheets. My legs squeezed together to ease the pressure building all over again between my thighs. My hips wiggled, begging him to press them down and apart. My entire body was a mess of need and want. I didn’t think I could handle anymore when he continued his journey across the plains of my quivering belly. Slicing a trail with his tongue to my belly button. His hands ... God, his hands were under my thighs.

Forcing them wide.

Forcing them around his shoulders.

Around his head.

“Thoran?” My squeak shattered my labored breathing, high and panicked, and weak.

His tongue tore the world in two.

It cut up from the core of my body to the cap in a thorough, languid sweep with the flat surface. It cleaned the moisture I could feel pooling under me, soaking the sheets. It circled the clit.

Flicked.

Circled.

Teased.

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