Page 40 of The Wages of Sin

Up past his waist…all the way up to his shoulders.

Propping my back flush against the sleek marble wall, he hooked my knees over his shoulders before burying his face between my thighs.

Oh God!

With anyone else, I would have been terrified of falling, but Dorian managed to hold me steady. It was like my weight was nothing to him.

“I’ve been dreaming of this all week,” he purred, the rough stubble of his five o’clock shadow scratching against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he spoke. Little electric jolts of anticipation shot through my whole body.

All I could do was rake my fingers through his hair and hold onto his head for dear life as his lips swept across my pussy for the first time.

My legs began to tremble as the tip of his tongue delved down to flick against my clit.

His mouth was merciless, starting slow and building until the tempo of his kiss had me wild with passion. He wasn’t in any rush, patiently working my body until I was begging and pleading for release. Until I could no longer form words, only moan and cry and shake against him in urgent need.

When I was dangerously close to the edge, he raised one hand, pressing it flat against my belly to steady me before increasing the pressure and guiding me over into the most electric orgasm I’d ever experienced.

I cried out, bucking and grinding against his mouth as I came.

But it wasn’t over.

I didn’t have any time to recover from the tidal wave of pleasure that had crashed over me before Dorian grabbed onto my thighs again. Keeping my back pressed against the wall, he slid me down until the opening of my dripping wet cunt was pressed against the rock-hard head of his cock.

Holding me steady, right on the precipice of fulfillment, he leaned in and kissed me…hard.

His mouth, still drenched in the taste of me, claimed mine.

This time, I knew better than to try to close my eyes. I kept them wide open and locked with his sapphire gaze as he pivoted his hips, pressing the entire length of his cock inside and filling me completely.

I gasped, my fingertips digging into his shoulders as he began to move.

And, true to my wish, he wasn’t gentle.

He took me hard and fast up against the shower wall, his body hammering into mine with a ferocity that lit my whole soul on fire. Not even the torrent of water falling spilling over us was enough to put it out.

Like a man possessed, again and again, he drove himself deep. Like raw instinct had taken over. Like he couldn’t help himself.

The effect was intoxicating. No one had ever made me feel so irresistible.

Nothing had ever felt so right.

The friction between us was magical. I never wanted it to end.

But it didn’t take long for my body, already primed from the spell his tongue had worked on me, to be overtaken by ecstasy again.

Though this time, I wasn’t alone.

Dorian’s chest rumbled as my pussy began to tremble around him, his body growing tenser and tenser as the walls involuntarily tightened and gripped him. I was utterly lost in pleasure when his body crashed against mine, stilling us both as his cock surged deep inside me.

My arms and legs still wrapped around him, I rested my forehead against his as we both desperately tried to catch our breath.

Eventually, Dorian reached over and turned off the water. Then, with him still very much inside me, he wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me against him as he walked out of the shower.

He grabbed a towel on our way out of the bathroom. I thought he might drape it over my shoulders, but instead, he tossed it on the bed before laying me down on top of it.

Then, angled between my thighs, he started to move again…because even though I was already more than satisfied, we weren’t done yet.

Chapter Fifteen

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