Page 48 of Breaking the Sinner

Cobra wet his bottom lip, brushing a thumb over the tight point of her nipple. She whimpered again—she hated doing that—another warning churn in her core. Cobra rocked beneath her again. Her breasts jiggled in response, and he took a healthy squeeze.

“Mmm. Gen.” The sound of her name on his lips was enough to set her panties on fire. “Do you know how long we’re gonna fuck?”

Lord. This seemed like a trick question. “Um…for five minutes?”

His throaty laugh sent a shiver through her. “No, sweets. For a lot longer than that.”

His words were a promise, one that let her body fall into a rhythm against his bucking and bumping. It felt so natural, some primordial knowledge that existed deep in her bones. Blossoming before her, like he was the key to this secret dance. Her mind drifted, but she was achingly present—the soft gasps between them punctuating the air, the relentless friction as he ground against her crotch. The tightening in her core as their bodies came together.

His eyes were nearly black as he looked up at her. Brimming with secrets. With promises. With every sin she was desperate to commit.

He ground up into her again, that hardness between his legs grazing her clit enough to start the downward race. Her breath caught in her throat, and she went rigid. Blindsided by the rushing of warmth and bright and tingling and scent. She made a choking sound, the least appealing of all her previous noises, and she pitched forward, clutching onto the rock arc of his bicep.

The orgasm shuddered through her, more powerful than anything she’d ever produced with her hand or vibrator. She shivered once it was through her, leaving her body deflated yet hypersensitive in its wake.

Cobra looked up at her with amusement on his face. That dimple flashing for the briefest of seconds in his cheek. “Red.”

Only after he said her name did she realize she was heaving. She tried to catch her breath, to play it off, to act like she hadn’t come from the friction alone. He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Red,” he said again, his voice softer. “Did you just come?”

She bit her bottom lip, meeting his gaze guiltily. She nodded.

His lips curved into an entrancing smile. As if she’d told him he’d won a million dollars. “Well, damn.”

She pressed her palms against his chest, embarrassment taking root. “I…I couldn’t…”

“Hey. It’s okay.” He jerked beneath her again, which made her breath hitch. The grin widened. “Told you dry humpin’ was pretty great, right?”

She laughed weakly. “Yeah. A little better than I bargained for.” She gnawed on the inside of her lip, waiting for a flood of shame. Or regret. But all that came was curiosity. She wanted more. She wanteda lotmore.

“What about you?” she asked so quietly she barely heard herself. His erection was tucked between her legs still, a hot, pulsing reminder. “You didn’t.”

That shroud came down over his eyes again. He grunted. “Nope.”

She drew a ragged breath, assessing the bulge between his legs. Trying to decide if certainty or bravado ran through her veins. Like maybe the orgasm had given her a false sense of bravery, akin to the adrenaline rush after an accident.

She pressed her palm to the bulge. It seemed warmer there, but maybe that was her imagination. Or maybe they’d really almost started a fire with all that friction.

Curiosity swirled in his eyes, rimmed with fire. “You want to go there?”

His question felt more like a dare. She scooted back a little, exposing the full breadth of his crotch. His erection made a notable tent in his workout shorts. His steely gaze followed her like a hawk.

“I don’t know.” It was the truth. Maybe dry humping was as far as she should wade into the sex waters today. It was a big checkmark on the list—so big, in fact, she’d have to create a new entry for the accomplishment.

He grunted again, then dug his fingers into the softness of her ass. He jerked her forward, their groins connecting for a hot, sweet moment, then slapped her hip.

“Get up.” He jerked his chin, urging her off him. “And turn around.”

She did as she was told, standing and facing away from him. She looked back over her shoulder just in time to catch his hand sliding between his legs, cupping the bulge there. He wet his bottom lip as his gaze traveled up and down her body. Like he was watching something sexy on television. Like she was the object of a fantasy. She clenched her thighs together.

“Damn.” He shook his head. “These shorts. She’ll let you keep ’em?”

She shrugged as he reached for her, yanking her backward by the hips. She giggled as she fell onto the couch cushion between his legs. His hot breath appeared at her ear.

“There’s so many different positions we have to try.” His palms skated over the tops of her thighs, urging her legs wider. She complied, her head lolling to the side under the spell of his words. “We might not even get to them all.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as his fingertips danced over her inner thighs. Electricity jolted through her, every inch of her body alive and on fire yet again. This man could possess her, infiltrate her, entirely consume her. He held a power that inspired fear as much as reverence. Going all the way with Cobra could mean one thing: intense, life-changing sex.

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