Page 115 of Sinful

He stared down at me, his bottom lip trembling before he lost control of himself, grabbed my face with both hands, and crashed his lips against mine in a soul-penetrating kiss. I fell into the kiss, deepening it like I was searching for my next breath.

He pushed us backward, and I hit a tree along the trail, the snow shaking free and gently coming down on us in a white, powdery mist.

Sin knew how to kiss. He poured his soul into it, his tongue thrashing alongside mine like he was trying to burn everything about it into his memory. Like he was never going to get this moment with us again. His tongue ring clanged against my teeth, but I didn’t care.

What he took, I freely gave, letting go for a moment to feel him. To know him.

“Tell me to stop, Siren. Tell me,” he rasped against my lips. “I’m scared of what I’m capable of if I don’t.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Sinful,” I answered back. “I’m not.”

He let out a growl and pressed his lips back to mine, stealing my breath in one moment and delivering me new life in the next, his hands back to cradling my face. Then, tangling in my hair.

He broke away, leaving us both breathless.

He said nothing as he stared down at me, but he didn’t have to. Everything was written on his face and etched into his gray eyes.

His words were his truth.

My kiss was mine.

I looked past him and stiffened.

He turned away to see what I was looking at. Immediately, he released me.

“Asher,” he rasped. “I-I-”

Ashes didn’t say anything. He simply stepped forward and took my hand in his, pulling me away.

Still silent, he placed his jacket around my shoulders as Mirage came out of the building and trotted over to join us.

Mirage’s blue eyes took me in before he looked to Sin, then Ashes.

Luckily, he remained quiet.

“Asher, man. I’m sorry. I-I lost control. I wasn’t thinking—”

“That’s always been the problem, hasn’t it, Sinclair?” Ashes asked. “You never think.”

Sin looked crushed as he looked from Ashes to me.

“Siren. I’m sorry.”

“Come on.” Ashes took my hand and led me away, but not before I looked over my shoulder to see Sin standing where we’d left him, Mirage at his side.

My heart broke.

This wasn’t Sin messing up. It was me. I’d nearly lost it with Bryce, and I’d finally lost it with Sin. I was the mess. The factor that was screwing everything up.

We walked home in silence, me hating the fear I was in. I didn’t want anything to happen to Sin. He didn’t deserve that.

To make matters worse, I couldn’t get the kiss out of my head.

“Go to bed, Sirena,” Ashes said when we stepped inside the house.

Stitches frowned as he rose from the couch.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

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