Page 78 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

“Let me get to know you better,” Christian says against my lips as his cock grinds on my upper thigh, closer and closer to mine. Tempting me.

It hits me like a bolt of lightning. Hewantsme.

His mouth drops to my neck, and I suck in a breath as he lights up all the nerve endings screaming for it. Fuck, I want this,too.

But it shouldn’t be tonight—not after what I did to him. Not when he’s so soft and willing and out of his fucking mind.

“Fuck, I can’t,” I groan, trying to hold him still without hurting him.

“Please,” he whispers, his breath hot on my neck, stiffening my cock, too.

“Not here,” I tell him. “Not now.”

“Where? When? I want to feel you all around me.”

“You’re fucked up.”

“I don’t care.”

“I have to care, but Jesus Christ…” He’s getting all my most sensitive spots. He’s even rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and it’s got me arching my back off the bed. “Christian, stop…Fuck.”

He sighs against my neck, his hips giving one final, long rock against my leg. “Then I need to go. I can’t be this close to you right now.”

The words cause a grinding sensation in my chest, and a frustrated noise leaves me.

“You need to eat.”

“I need…” He rolls onto his back and winces. “Fuck it, I’m not hungry.”

His cock tents the thin sheet covering his lower half, and I stare at it, my own needs thrashing against my better judgment. Maybe it’s just my luck, but I’ve never had a sub act like this after a scene. Not that he’smysub. Orasub. But in my experience they’ve just needed a snuggle and some petting. I’ll have to ask Emilia if any of her male submissives get hornier after an exhausting scene that involved sex already, or if this is a Christian-specific thing.

“You said you wouldn’t resist aftercare.”

He blinks and stares at the ceiling, a frown forming between his brows. “No. I didn’t.”

“Maybe not, but I meant to list that as a condition.”

“Too late,” he says.

“I suppose that’s true if you never want to be tied down again.”

His frown deepens to a scowl. “I didn’t say that. I just don’t need you to spoon feed me soup or whatever when I’m not hungry.”

“I just beat the shit out of you.”

“Look, I drank the water.”

I see he’s made it out of subspace just fine. It was nice while it lasted. But I like him like this, too, so I’m just fucked in general. “Can I walk you out?”

He turns his head quickly to look at me. “Why? What are you gonna do when I leave?”

I honestly have no idea. I’m lost at the thought. “What areyouplanning to do?”

“I want to write.”

“Can you?” I ask.

“Yeah…I have a few thoughts I want to try and put together.”

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