Page 25 of The Wages of Sin

Oh, shit.

I’d never had anyone talk to me that way before in bed. Not ever.

There had been lovers that had tried to talk dirty, sure, but more in a “suck my dick” kind of way, half-heartedly regurgitating lines they’d heard in cheap porn. Certainly, no guy had ever cared if I closed my eyes, whether or not it was to focus on the sensation or to lose myself in a mental fantasy.

This was different.

When I opened my eyes and our gazes locked, a new kind of fire lit up inside me—one that burned so bright that I feared it would consume me completely.

His stare was relentless, unwavering as his hips began to move, grinding himself inside me. My head threatened to fall back as my clit rubbed against the flat plane of his lower abdomen, but I should have known he’d never allow that.

His hold kept me steady, keeping our gazes locked, even as I began to lift myself up to ride him.

I grabbed onto his shoulders, not just for leverage but for the pure pleasure of feeling more of his body against mine. The friction between us was powerful. I could barely breathe sliding up the length of his cock, then back down again.

Yes! This was what I wanted. What I needed.

I could feel my whole body coming back to life like a parched field absorbing the first touch of rain after a long drought. I began to move faster, rolling my hips higher and faster with every stroke, hungry for more.

When my thighs began to burn with exertion, Dorian took over. Keeping me on his lap, he lifted me again and again, keeping the tempo my body craved.

Eventually, it was too much. I crashed against his chest, but still, he kept going, taking me with a passion that I’d only fantasized about.

No one had ever taken me like this. Not so fully. Never so completely.

Not so that I felt like I was the only woman in the world that mattered to him.

Not as if he needed my touch like he needed air. As if I was his only link to life itself.

And I needed him just as much.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I completely surrendered to the moment.

“Yes. Please. It’s so good,” I moaned before kissing him hard.

His whole chest rumbled in response, his strokes becoming more urgent, his grip on me more passionate.

The coil inside my core tightened to its breaking point and finally started to give way. The inner walls of my cunt clenched, squeezing the full length of his cock and trembling around it.

He pulled my head back just enough to see my face.

“Look at me when you come,” he said, a demand I had no trouble complying with. “Say my name.”

“Oh fuck, yes, Dorian.” My voice was so raspy I barely recognized it. “Please don’t stop.”

“Never,” he promised with a growl before buckling hips with a fierceness I didn’t know was possible. “I’ll never stop because you’re mine. You belong to me now.”

His words barely registered because, in the next breath, overwhelming sensation exploded inside me, shattering everything I was into a million glittering shards. My cries of ecstasy echoed off the glass wall in front of me as my back arched.

I’d never come so hard in my life. It went on so long and was so intense that I almost feared I would never catch my breath, never be able to breathe again.

But eventually, the wave of pleasure began to recede, just in time for me to hear him say, “So fucking beautiful.”

Before I could even draw in a full breath, his arms tightened around me, crushing me against his chest. His roar shook the room as his whole body tensed. I shuddered, feeling the raw power rushing through him as he came with his cock buried fully inside me.

I can’t tell you how long we stayed like that, sweaty arms wrapped around each other, gasping for breath. Maybe one minute, maybe two. All I can say is that however long it was, it wasn’t enough.

In that moment, I would have happily stayed in his arms, feeling spent and satisfied forever.

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