Page 55 of Pretty Monsters

"Don't forget I have a magic cock," he teases.

"Oh, believe me, bestie, I won't be forgetting that any time soon." I blow him a kiss on my way to the door.

Sin is directly next door, and I hear his whimpers in the hallway. Shane comes down the stairs holding a flashlight and a shotgun. "Raven?" he asks.

"It's Sin. He has night terrors," I explain.

"Will he hurt you?"

I shake my head. "No."

He nods and goes back up the stairs. I turn the knob and my heart breaks again watching Sin fight demons in his dreams.

Crawling onto his bed, I sit still next to him. The last thing I want to do is startle him in his sleep. He told me the first time he had them that I shouldn't touch him in the middle of one.

"Sin," I whisper. He doesn't hear me and continues to thrash around.

"Sin," I say a bit louder. Still, he doesn't pull out of the battle his mind is waging.

I pull back the covers tangled around him and lay down, still careful not to touch him. It's like he senses me in his sleep and pulls me into his chest.

His hand moves under my shirt, just enough to feel my skin. He inhales deeply, and I feel his body relax into me.

When his breathing evens out I let mine do the same.

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I feelthe moment he begins to wake, and not just because his very impressive erection is digging into my backside. We aren't heading in that direction, not yet at least. I don't trust him yet, and it's only been a couple days since I was with Ford. Sin might be who I want, but I won't give him me until he proves himself.

"Am I dreaming?" he asks himself. The tip of his nose trails up my neck.

His lips make the same path. "I must be dreaming."

I guess he's not as awake as I thought. I should do something to wake him up the rest of the way, but my brain fogs as he kisses a trail up my neck. The hand that has rested on my stomach moves north and starts to massage my breast. His other hand joins the fun and slips into my panties.

I'm going to stop him. Any second my mouth will start working again and I'll stop him. His fingers find my mound, and his middle finger starts teasing my clit.

"Feels so real," he murmurs, still hanging onto the last dregs of sleep.

His breathing grows shallow, and his finger slips inside of me. It feels so good, but not like this. Not until he's willing to give me more than these stolen moments when his mind isn't working overtime.

"Sin, stop," I say, but it comes out more like a moan.

He freezes, and I wait for the moment he realizes what he's doing and pushes me away.

"Raven?" his voice is hoarse, and no longer holds the dreamy quality of sleep.

"What are you doing in here?" He's hesitant.

A shiver overcomes my body, because he hasn't moved his hands.

"Can you move your hands?" I can't have this conversation with him fucking me with his fingers.

"Mmmm, sure," he says, and does the opposite of what I asked. Or maybe he chose to misinterpret what I said.

A second finger slips inside of me, and the heel of his hand presses against my clit. With his other hand he pinches and tugs at my nipple causing me to gasp.

"Like this?" he breathes into my neck. "You're in my bed. Is this what you came for? Do you need to come, princess?"

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