Page 37 of Taken By Sin

Who would have thought someone reading a book could be so sensual?

Sin slides his hand behind my back, easing me forward. He slips in behind me, my body leaning against him.

One hand holding open the book, the other on the bare skin of my neck, the warm touch sends a shiver throughout my body. I know it’s wrong, to lust this way.

My soft cotton shorts allow a thin layer of protection between his hands and me. I feel every movement he makes with ridiculous tension. The way his hands caress my neck, then slowly graze down over my breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

I groan as he pulls his hands away to flip to another page deeper in the book. It turns me on more that he is going to direct quotes; he knows this book through and through.

“My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

The more I have, for both are infinite.”

I don’tread more into his words, because everything is too new. I can’t imagine Sin ever loving me, but true to my imaginative brain, the escapism I find in reading, I pretend for a moment that his feelings are true. That I’m on this lounge with a man who loves me as he reaches his hand to squeeze mine.

Then, he takes his fingertip, trailing my inner thighs, dangerously close to somewhere he shouldn’t be.

I moan in pleasure at the first swipe of his palm against me.

From everything I have been taught this is sinful, I am an abomination, unclean. Because a man has touched me before being wed. It’s been so easy to escape the teachings of my childhood, to ignore everything I have been taught until this moment. I want to stand up, to walk away.

But his fingers feel so good against me, so gentle and calm and euphoria-inducing. His inked finger gently swipes across my slit, over my soft shorts. I can’t imagine what this would feel like if they were off.

Each time his hands leave to flip the pages, it leaves me aching for more. I buck my hips in frustration. “Patience, Magnolia,” he whispers between us. His gentle tone does the opposite effect. It does not calm me; it makes me feral.

“I kiss thee with a most constant heart.”

As he kisses the soft spot on my neck, I decide I can pray for forgiveness later and allow myself to ease into the pleasure.

His fingers dance against me, such a sensitive part of myself that I have never explored. He takes that away from me and I want him to. I don’t want him to ever stop.

I dip my head back involuntarily, pushing my body against him, feeling the hard ridges of his shoulders, his abs, his…

“These violent delights have violent ends,” he whispers into my ear with his heavy Italian accent and for the first time, I release control and slide into the wave of pleasure allowing it to overtake my entire acing body.

I feel him against me, hard and feral. A moan escapes my lips, leaving me breathless as I gasp for air, bucking myself into his hand.

If it feels so good, how could it be so wrong?

Sin wraps his arms around me, planting me in his secure and protective arms, reading me snippets of Romeo and Juliet as I bask in the feeling of my first anything.

NINETEEN

Iwake in the library, covered with a cream knitted throw. My hand reaches out instinctively to the space beside me, searching for the warmth of him that's now absent. Then, I notice it, a slip of paper is resting where Sin should be.

A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.

I smile, reaching for my phone from the small wooden table beside me and send a text to him.

Magnolia: Still quoting Romeo and Juliet, Isee.

The memories of last night hit me like a tank, the way his hands were all over me.

The way in which he worshipped my body, dotting kisses gently on my skin and sending me into a frenzy of euphoric melancholy.

Sin: It’s my new favorite book.

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