Page 120 of I Am Sin

I’m ready to give him what he needs.

And when he’s done? I’ll take from him whatIneed.

Perhaps what we both need.

If possible, the kiss becomes even more raw and urgent. Until finally?—

I push against his shoulders, breaking the kiss. Then I gasp in a breath of air.

“Had enough yet?” he growls.

“Not even close. Just need to take a breath.”

He inhales as well, nearly gasping.

“Don’t need to breathe,” he says. “Only need you.” His mouth comes down on me again.

Urgency, rawness, pure ferocity.

Do animals kiss? Probably not, but if they did? It would be like this. Pure primal lust.

I can’t stand my clothes. They’re a harness binding me.

I want them off. I want nothing between Dragon and me. If I could crawl into his flesh, I would.

I don’t stop to think how ridiculous my feelings are.

They’re not even feelings, really. They’re base urges. Things I’ve never experienced.

Things I’m not ready to give up anytime soon.

It’s him. His roughness, ruggedness, his raw masculine beauty. His darkness. I want to descend with him. Live with him there. Learn everything.

If I can’t fix him, I’ll stay there with him.

This timehebreaks the kiss, rubbing his forehead, his breath coming in rapid pants.

He turns his head to each side. What is he looking for? I have no idea.

Don’t fucking care.

Finally he returns his gaze to mine. “Bed.”

I turn, walk toward my bed.

But in the next instant I’m swept off my feet, and he throws me onto my bed so hard that I bounce.

“I want to rip those clothes off you,” he says.

“Do it,” I threaten.

“I’m serious. I’ll fucking rip them to shreds, Diana.”

“Do it,” I echo. “Rip them. I don’t care, Dragon. Get them off me however you want.”

He hovers over me, grabs my tank top, and pulls it in two with his bare hands, the cotton ripping in a jagged line down the middle.

He sucks in a breath when my breasts fall.

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