Page 1 of Sins of Autumn

CHAPTER ONE

It was the kind of half-conscious awareness where dreams and reality were blurred. The room was completely dark aside from the distant city lights reflecting off the floor-to-ceiling windows. I lay there for a minute, my body feeling heavy, languid from sleep, and the delicious soreness that had helped put me to bed.

My skin prickled with awareness, and I turned my head, my gaze clashing with Wilder’s. He was propped up on one elbow, his hazel eyes fixed on me, unblinking and burning with an intensity that made my breath hitch.

“How long have you been awake?” I asked, my voice still thick with sleep.

“Long enough.” His fingers brushed against my cheek.

The touch was light, like he was afraid I might vanish if he pressed too hard. “You’re beautiful when you sleep.”

“Is that what you’ve been doing? Watching me sleep?”

“I love watching you.”

I laughed softly. “You sound like a stalker.”

“I am.” His lips curled into a faint smile. “But you’re the only woman worth watching.”

His words made my stomach twist in the maddening way only he could, warmth blooming under my skin at his attention. There was something unshakable about the way he looked at me, like I was the center of his world, the axis his entire existence spun around. It was suffocating, overwhelming… and impossible to resist. I glanced across the room and saw it was only a little after 1 AM.

With a sigh, I closed my eyes and dragged the comforter higher, aware of how bare I was beneath.

After a minute or two, I laughed. “You’re still staring,” I rasped, though the complaint lacked any real bite.

“I can’t help it.” His voice dipped lower, his fingers trailing down my arm, igniting a path of heat as they went.

I opened my eyes and smiled at him. One would think that I’d be used to this by now, but he still easily made my heart race with just a look. He leaned down, his soft lips brushing against mine. The kiss started soft, almost tender, but it didn’t stay that way long.

His hand moved to cradle the back of my neck, holding me in place with a fervor that left me breathless. Every stroke of his tongue was a reminder that I was his. He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips, his breath warm and heavy. “I need you.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Again? We just—”

He cut me off with a wolfish grin, the kind that always sent my pulse skittering. “Don’t act like you don’t want me just as badly.”

Before I could argue that while that was true, he’d already fucked me twice, his lips were on mine again.

His hands slid down my body, the bedding tangling around us as he shoved it away. The cool air hit my skin, quickly replaced by his warmth.

His mouth trailed down my neck, lingering on the sensitive spot just below my ear before moving lower. He kissed a slow path down my collarbone, his lips and tongue working in tandem to drive me insane. When he reached the curve of my stomach, my body was already trembling beneath him.

“Wilder,” I whispered, but whatever protest I might’ve had dissolved the moment his mouth found its way between my thighs.

His tongue was slow at first, deliberate, teasing, as he licked me from top to bottom.

The sound I made was more of a gasp than a moan, my back arching off the bed as his lips sealed around my clit. He was relentless, his tongue moving in rapid, precise strokes.

His beautiful eyes met mine, a predatory smile playing on his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing. The control he had over my body was exhilarating. He moved his head back and forth, covering my entire pussy with his magical mouth.

My hands flew to his hair, tangling in the dark strands as he worked me over like he had all the time in the world. He gripped my thighs, holding me firmly in place as he dragged me closer and closer to the edge.

“Wilder,” I moaned his name.

His face was etched with concentration, but there was a hint of wickedness in his gaze that sent shivers down my spine. “Let go, baby.”

With a loud cry, my body tensed and then relaxed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

He continued his assault, drawing out the orgasm for as long as he could, pulling me apart piece by pieceuntil I was left panting and dazed. When he finally kissed his way back up my body, I felt the weight of him settle over me again. His lips met mine in a deep, possessive kiss that had me tasting myself. A deep moan slipped from my throat as he slid inside me, slow and deliberate, like he was staking his claim all over again. He was so long and thick, filling me completely. I never got enough of this.

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