Page 26 of Heartless Sinner

"You're perfect," he whispers, the raw honesty in his voice making my soul burn with something I never knew I needed until now.

Under his gaze I feel like I'm not just surviving anymore. I feel alive, like a flower finding the sun after an endless winter.

I don’t feel dead inside anymore. Maybe that’s why I didn’t have thatpopLucy spoke of. No wonder the casting director didn’t pick me. What kind of actress lacks emotion and only feels the cold sting of death?

When Mr. Dreamy takes a step toward me, shivers skip across my skin like waves rippling in the river. He catches my face and leans in to kiss me again.

The kiss is consuming. It makes my body tighten with pleasure and I marvel at how I could happily spend the rest of my days kissing and touching this man.

It’s a crazy thought because the only thing I know about him is that he’s a hot bartender who appears to have deeper pockets than he should by most people’s standards.

I don’t care.

This is my fantasy, so I’ll think and believe whatever I want to. Consequences be fucking damned.

I groan from the sheer possession and melt into him as his hands slide over my breasts and he squeezes them.

Pulling out of the kiss, he leans down and licks across the top of my breasts, and I feel it everywhere. A pang shoots straight to my pussy that intensifies when he takes my left nipple into his mouth and sucks.

I watch the way his jaw moves as he sucks me. It’s so hot, I arch my body, pushing myself deeper into his wild suckle. He takes more of me into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around my nipple.

His teeth graze my skin, heightening the pleasure, and I moan louder. He moves to my other breast and gives it the same attention.

My knees go weak, feeling like they might fall out from under me, and I have to hold on to him to keep myself from dissolving into the floor.

Lost to pleasure, my fingers weave into his hair, holding his mouth against my breast so he can deepen his sucking. He does, and I moan, feeling the building shivers of a delicious orgasm on the rise.

I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m so wet, my arousal is leaking down my thigh, and I don’t care enough to feel embarrassed. Part of me wants him to know what he’s doing to me.

He pauses his suckle to look at me and grip my hips, pressing my naked body against him. “You like that, bellezza?”

“Yes...” I answer on a moan.

“Good because I’m just getting started with you. Tonight, you’re all mine.”

His.

Damn me. I like the sound of that way too much. “Yours?”

His smile widens in that possessive way that speaks to every secret part of me. “Mine.” His grip tightens, and it almost hurts. “This body is mine. This pussy is mine.” He cups my sex and pushes a finger inside me. “Youare mine.”

Numbness grips me, so when he crouches and buries his face between my thighs, thrusting his tongue into my pussy, I’m paralyzed with pleasure.

He spreads my legs wider and oh my God, I’m on fire.

His tongue pushes in and out of my passage, stroking and licking my clit.

My orgasm rises higher this time and the instant he sucks hard on my clit, I come.

Pleasure explodes through my nerves like fireworks. I cry out from the delirious impact, bracing myself in between the wall and his shoulders as my muscles shake.

Sweet pleasure flows through me, possessing every fiber of my being.

I squeeze my eyes shut, savoring every pulse that zings through my blood, awakening my body.

God, I can’t believe I was going to say no to this. Now,thatwould have been crazy.

When I open my eyes again, Mr. Dreamy is looking up at me with a sinful smirk on his handsome face.

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