Page 118 of The Sinner: James

I prop my stiletto on the windowsill, spreading my legs.

His hands are latched onto my hips as he slowly roots himself into me.

I shake with pleasure.

“That’s fucking right...” he rasps.

Running his fingers through my hair, he lifts it and gently blows on my neck, cooling off my sweaty skin.

He moves slowly, indulging, the heat and pleasure only growing.

“What will happen to us, James?” I murmur, my eyes hovering over the view outside.

He keeps moving––stretching me––stroking my chest and nipples, and making me shudder against him.

He doesn’t answer right away.

“Nothing,” he says, his voice not revealing much emotion.

“We don’t know…?” I suggest.

“Yeah, we probably don’t,” he admits.

Words burn my lips, begging to come to life, but if I let them out now, I will surely regret it later.

And yet...

“You mean a lot to me,” I say.

He stays silent, and that’s precisely what I feared.

A few more moments pass before he starts kissing my neck, giving me long, sensual thrusts, his hands and lips loving me passionately.

His touch is tender and caring, yet he never says the words.

A cold wind sweeps through my heart.

That’s all we’ll ever be... and probably have.

We’ll never cross that line.

Crushing my sadness, I push the thought back and let him have me.

His fiery breaths slide over my neck, my nails scraping the wall, my body arching for him.

Soon, the tension reaches the tipping point, and he pounds me harshly. The orgasm surges through me with immense power as he rams into me, holding nothing back.

Grunting and groaning, he comes.

Moments later, he leaves my body, runs his fingers through my sweaty hair, and pushes me down in front of him.

I sink to my knees and lick every drop of cum off his still-hard cock before he pulls me back up.

Tormented, we look into each other eyes, his glistening lips curved into a fiery smile.

“You’re hot as hell, Rain,” he says, and that’s the most he’s willing to admit.

I tilt my head back and narrow my eyes at him.

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