Page 209 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

“Really, Minnie?” He raises a brow at me. “What did I tell you?”

“Did you really expect me to follow your orders?” I huff aloud. “I am not foolish, Mine. I know the dangers and I was careful.”

He shakes his head.

“You’re right. I didn’t expect you to do as you’re told, but a man can at least hope, no?”

I glare at him.

He stares back, his expression the definition of stoicism.

Seconds pass as we engage in a rather odd staring contest before we both concede at the same time with a rather well-timed bout of laughter.

“Good on you that you know,” I add with a giggle.

One corner of his mouth tugs up and he regards me with amusement. He’s so handsome when he smiles. Especially when he smiles at me. There’s something magical about the way his green eyes light up.

My gaze glides over his features, and a shiver goes down my spine.

He is too handsome for his own good. And despite what he might think, the scars only enhance his allure. Although his slanted eyes are big and clear, with long dark lashes that I can only characterize as beautiful, the rest of him is sharp and rugged, all angles and muscles, all male. He is an odd combination of beauty and strength, and not for the first time, I feel proud to call him mine.

He notices the change in my demeanor and a smolder enters his eyes. His nostrils flare, and a twitch appears in his cheek.

Before I can utter another word, his arms are around my waist as he effortlessly picks me up and deposits me in the tub with him, in his lap.

I straddle him, my dress getting wet as I press my palms against his naked chest.

One breath. One independent breath and then we’re breathing together.

His lips press against mine hard, his tongue pressing past the seam of my lips. His attack is merciless, frenzied. But as I dig my nails into his shoulder, holding him close, I welcome the aggression rolling off him, rolling onto me.

He tugs and bites my lips, consuming me, devouring me. The taste of him is as maddening as I remember, and I wonder why, since our first kiss, our lips haven’t been glued together. Yetas he continues to stroke his tongue against mine, to make me shiver from a mix of want and anticipation, and then even more want, I realize how dangerous this is, how addictive it could become.

It might be too late, though.

Desire unfurls inside of me as I press myself closer to him. That hard part of him is nestled between our bodies, growing even harder by the second.

His hand glides over my back before settling on the nape of my neck, his big palm encircling the entire surface before pressing lightly.

Our mouths are fused together, moving wildly, in a maddening chaos. There’s only instinct as I swipe my tongue over his lips and cheeks before returning to his mouth, tugging on his tongue with my teeth and biting hard on it, drawing blood. He does the same with me, plunging in my mouth deeper and deeper until the chaos becomes a coordinated mess.

His blood flows into my mouth, filling me. The eroticism of it makes my heart stop in my chest.

Am I still breathing? I don’t know. My body might have forgotten how to. The only drive I have right now is to be as close as possible to this male, to feel his big hands on my naked body, to do things to me I should have never thought about.

There’s an ache inside of me that’s becoming more and more painful with each passing moment and the touch of his lips against mine only further stokes the fire.

His other hand moves to my chest, cupping my breast through my soaked dress. He finds the hardened bud in the middle and pinches it between his fingers. A shot of electricity travels through me, and I let out a moan against his mouth.

He swallows the sound. Reaching for my neckline, he rips the buttons at the bodice, pulling the material aside until he hasaccess to my almost naked breast, now covered only by a flimsy brassiere.

“Mine,” I whisper.

“Just a little. Please.” The words are wrenched from his mouth, low and tremulous.

My reply is to kiss him again, peppering his jaw with small kisses while he reaches inside my brassiere and finds my flesh.

My back arches instinctively as I lean into his touch.

---