Page 34 of Sinner
Bliss exploded in her body.
“More.” Mary moaned again, arching back further. “Harder.”
He flicked her nipple with his tongue and desire arrowed straight down between her legs, making her gasp.
“Flint,” she breathed, trying to take him in her hands again. “Now.”
“Now what?” he smiled against her skin.
She dug her hips into him, which only made his smile widen. He kissed his way back to her mouth, tongue dueling with hers. Mary gave back, deepening their kiss, losing herself, hands speared into his hair. “Now more.”
“Now this?” His fingers trailed down her stomach and slipped between her legs. He applied pressure to her most sensitive spot, setting off an explosion of need.
“Or now this?” He delved lower and slid a finger inside her, unleashing a fresh torrent of desire.
Her nails clawed his back. “Yes. More. Stop teasing. I can’t…”
“Or now this?” Flint’s voice dropped to baritone, deep, scratchy and velvet-like.
Then he dropped to his knees and pressed his face into her stomach. He licked the water running down her body, circled her belly button and went lower.
“Sweet Mother,” she whispered as his tongue reached between her legs, pushing between her folds. His touch was like nothing she’d ever felt before, so sure, so sensual.This—all this feeling—she felt so alive. How could she ever believe otherwise?
She fisted his hair and tugged him closer. Her head lolled to the side, rolling on the tiles. “Flint…” she moaned and rocked her hips against his face, trying to get him to go faster, harder.
He lifted her leg and draped it over his shoulder. He focused his tongue on her sensitive nub, worked her relentlessly, then buried his tongue deep inside. Heat coiled in her belly, pulling everything tight until waves of ecstasy crashed into her and she threw her head back, biting her lip to stop herself from screaming his name.
Mary stared at the curtains, watching the floral pattern spin around her as she slowly came back to herself. The water fell in a rhythmic pulse, filtering away into the drain, taking with it her inhibitions, her hesitations. Her entire body trembled as Flint tasted his way back up her body, fingers sliding confidently up her sides. She lifted his face to her lips and kissed him languidly.
He moved to turn the faucet off.
“What are you doing?” she asked, voice trembling. “We’re not done yet.”
Flint pulled back so he could look her in the eyes. “Mary, I… didn’t bring protection. I didn’t exactly expect to be doing this.”
“Protection. You mean condoms?”
“Yes. I’m clean, I mean… I haven’t been with another person in a long time and I’ve been tested—”
“I’m barren,” she whispered.
“What?”
Heat surged to her cheeks at the embarrassment. “I’m sorry if that will be a problem for you, for us, but I can’t have children. The nuns think it might have had something to do with me starving for half my childhood, but it could also be the years of rigorous training. I just don’t know.”
Horror danced over his features, then anger flashed in his eyes. “You starved for half your childhood? Or the training the Sisterhood gave you? Who in their right mind would treat a child that way?”
“There’s a lot of sin in this world. A lot of bad people.” She couldn’t look at him. “Like me.”
“No. I don’t believe for an instance what they call you. You’re not a sinner. You’re a saint.” Flint buried his face in her neck. “Please believe me when I say, you’re so very special to me. Please believe that. I’m so sorry that happened to you.”
“I’m fine now,” Mary said.
“But once you weren’t, and the Sisterhood took advantage of a broken child. It’s wrong. I won’t let them do that to these children. I love you, Mary. All of you.”
“I love you too,” she whispered. Tears stung her eyes, and she hugged him tighter. She felt so secure, so warm and safe in his strong arms. He made her feel good, like everything would always be okay. He wanted her. Always. She never wanted it to end. She hoped it didn’t have to. “And… I’m better than fine. In fact…” Mary slid her hand down between their bodies and took hold of his shaft, still firm. She stroked.
A low groan escaped his throat.
“Now?” she asked, smiling playfully.
“Heck yeah.” He bit down gently on her good shoulder, then twisted her around to face the wall again. “Put your hands on the tiles. Lean forward. Ass back. Yes. Shit. Like that.”
The tip of his cock teased her entrance, and she cried out, everything inside winding tight again, simmering with heat. She couldn’t wait anymore, couldn’t explain it, but she needed that connection. She pressed back into him, filling herself with his length.
They both stilled, reveling in the sensation of fitting together, and then she pulled out and began a slow, deliberate rhythm until even Flint lost control. He quickened to harder, faster strokes, bringing her back to the brink until finally her thighs clenched and her body gripped him tighter as she tipped into oblivion, forgetting all the pain and heartache just like he promised.
“Shit,” he growled and tensed, climaxing. He dropped his head between her shoulder blades, hugging her tight. “Oh Mary,” he whispered. “You’ve got me now. I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry. I’m going to have to do that again tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. I’m never leaving you. I want you to feel loved for the rest of your life.”
Mary took a moment to catch her breath before glancing at him over her shoulder, eyes filled with sass. “I won’t let you make me wait until tomorrow.”
