Page 268 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

“Then let me start persuading you,” he says with determination.

With a swift, fluid motion, he tosses aside the flimsy scraps of fabric, exposing every inch of my bare skin to his intense gaze.

It suddenly hits me like a wave crashing against the shore.

I am completely and utterly naked.

In front of a man.

But instead of feeling vulnerable or embarrassed, I find myself unable to look away as he hungrily takes in my body.

My arms fall back behind me as I lean on my elbows, my legs parted slightly to give him an unobstructed view. He looms over me, his touch no longer present but his eyes blazing with desire.

His piercing blue gaze meets mine for a moment before slowly trailing down my neck and over my breasts. My stomach tightens at the raw intensity in his gaze. Slowly, it travels lower, skimming over my curves until it reaches the apex of my thighs.

A low hum builds inside of me, and I fight the urge to squirm under his unwavering stare. But I remain still, unable to tear my eyes away from him.

He swallows audibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as his focus becomes fixated on that intimate place between my legs. A surge of moisture floods through me, pooling between my thighs and trickling down my inner leg.

I gasp in shock at the sudden sensation.

“Mine, I…” I start, about to find an excuse for it.

“Shh,” he murmurs, pressing a finger to my lips. I hold my breath as his hand hovers over my most intimate area. “May I?”

I give a sharp nod, my eyes on his.

His touch is both hesitant and reverent as he traces the seam of my sex with one finger. A shudder runs through my entire body, reacting to the contrasting sensations of heat and cold.

“So beautiful. Your pussy is just like the rest of you. Perfection.”

“P-pussy?” I repeat, the word unfamiliar.

“This pretty little thing that’s mine and only mine—that will ever be mine,” he rasps.

“Yes,” I agree, my voice throatier than ever before. “Only yours.”

He’s raptly staring between my legs, intently studying that secret place that’s now weeping for him.

“Have you ever touched yourself here?” he asks, his voice low and husky.

I shake my head, feeling embarrassed at the question. “Only when I…wash myself,” I admit in a whisper.

He smiles knowingly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I bet even then you aren’t as wet,” he says as he coats his finger with my moisture.

My cheeks flush with heat as he continues to explore, his movements firm yet gentle. “You’re so damn wet,” he remarks, his voice filled with both surprise and satisfaction. “Soaking my entire hand.”

But just when I think things couldn’t get any more scandalous, he shocks me further by lifting his finger to his lips and sucking it into his mouth. My jaw drops open in disbelief. Did he just…

His eyes snap closed as he releases a low moan, savoring every drop of moisture from his finger with such indulgence that his chest vibrates with pleasure.

My breath catches in my throat, completely scandalized by his bold actions. “W-what?” I stammer, my words barely audible.

But instead of answering, he gives me a devilish grin and leans in closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. My heart pounds in my chest as his hand slides between my thighs, teasingly tracing the outline of my folds.

“I knew you’d be delicious, tiny darling,” he murmurs, his hot breath tickling my ear. “But I never realized it would be this good.” He swipes his finger between my folds again, bringingthat wetness to his mouth. “Fuck…” His voice is low and husky as he smacks his lips together, savoring the taste of me.

A flush rises to my cheeks as I watch him with a mix of shock and desire. The memory of his own taste, sweet and intoxicating, reminds me that this is not entirely out of the ordinary. Perhaps it’s because we love each other and find each other irresistibly attractive that naturally we are drawn to one another’s flavors. It’s just biology, right?

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