Page 47 of The Wages of Sin

God, he felt good there. Nothing had ever felt as right as the solid length of him pressing against the core of me. I was beginning to wonder how I’d ever lived without it.

The moment I popped the last button on his shirt, I pressed my palms against his chest, relishing the smooth feel of his taut, warm skin. But it wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

I moved my hands down, sliding them from his stony pecs, over the ridges of his defined abs, all the way down to the waist of his pants. I clumsily clawed at the fly, desperate to get it open and feel him inside me again.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who was out of patience.

After one unsuccessful try, Dorian pushed my hand away and, in one effortless move, opened his pants.

Instantly, his cock sprang free. Without waiting to undress any further, he pivoted his hips, bringing the hard head of his cock flush against my cunt.

I was already wet for him. My body couldn’t help but respond to his presence. He was all I could think about. The only thing that I needed.

Pressing his forehead against mine and looking deep into my eyes, he entered me in a single thrust.

“Oh God, yes!” I cried out.

He laced his fingers with mine, clasping my hands tight as he brought them above my head. Then, with maddening slowness, he pulled back until the head of his cock just barely teased my opening.

“Don’t call for God.” His voice was a devilish growl. “Say my name.”

I’d say anything to feel him back inside me. Anything.

“Dorian!”

A look of truly wicked satisfaction came over his face a half second before he savagely plunged back inside me. “That’s right.”

I ground against him, hungry for the sensation of my clit rubbing against his body. “Please, Dorian. Please. Don’t stop. I want more.”

His chest rumbled against mine, a primal sound reverberating out of him as he picked up speed.

There were no other thoughts. No other sensations. Just Dorian. Just the searing pleasure of his body filling mine. Bringing me closer to heaven than I’d ever dreamed possible.

Suddenly, I understood what he’d meant when he said I was his.

This kind of desire, this driving need—it only came from giving yourself over to someone. From trusting them with your complete and utter surrender. From instinctually knowing they would tear the world to shreds to keep you safe and by their side.

“You’re right,” I moaned softly against his ear. “I’m yours. Take me as hard as you can. I’m totally yours.”

His possessive roar filled the room, causing me to cry out as, again and again, he pounded into me. His pace furious and unrelenting, he plowed me hard and fast until he was all that existed.

It didn’t take long for me to shatter completely.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I locked my legs around his waist, riding the wave of ecstasy that crashed over me.

Above my head, Dorian’s hands tightened around mine. His arms locked, his core tensing. Gritting his teeth, he drove into me one last time, then stiffened.

I could barely breathe as his cock pulsed deep inside, filling me with his come.

Everything about the moment was so perfect. So right.

And it remained that way a few moments after when we’d finally caught our breath, and he finally moved from between my legs.

Standing up, he kicked his pants off the rest of the way, leaving them on the floor as he bent down to pick me up. Carrying me in his arms and cradling me close to his chest, he took me to his bed.

And this time, he didn’t hesitate before laying down beside me.

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