Page 89 of The Sinner and the Scholar
“You taste so good,” he murmurs as he explores. “You’re so hot in here.” His fingers probe my entrance. “And wet. Jesus, fuck, you’re tight.”
I gasp as he inserts fingers inside me. I wince at the pain in my ribs, but it feels so far away now. I’m too wound up with electrical heat that I can’t speak.
“You’re trembling, love. Let me know if you need to get out.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I whimper and push back. “Show me our last time wasn’t a one-hit wonder.”
He snarls at my challenge, pinches my clit, and kisses me down there. I’m a mewling mess. But we both need more. He spins me by the hips, holds me against the wall, and lifts my leg over his shoulder.
Water sprays down his back. Honey eyes flick to mine—a brief warning to brace for impact—and then he eats my pussy with ravenous, unrelenting tongue flicks. He makes needy sounds like he’s getting off on this too. I grab his wet hair, tighten my fists, and hold him to me.
“You’re an animal,” I breathe.
He thrusts two fingers inside me as his tongue lashes my clit. I’m slowly losing control between the slipping and probing. I can’t slow down the pleasure coiling in my lower belly. Wes doesn’t relent until I come on his mouth, quaking with ecstasy, hissing and wincing at the pain in my ribs, but not giving a fuck. My body is on fire. My veins thrum his name. I’m not even sure I know my own anymore.
In a daze, feeling so good, I whine when he turns off the water. But he wraps a towel around me, once again the serious scholar who’s all about business. He swipes his wet hair, wraps a towel around his waist, and then offers his hand to help me out of the shower.
Such a gentleman.
I pout. “We’re done?”
He grins and scoops me up, one strong arm beneath my thighs and the other bracing my back. Then he kisses my nose. “Not even close, you insufferable minx.”
Something flickers in his eyes, and then it’s gone. I don’t have a chance to query it because he makes me pick up the relic and walks me out.
The room he takes us to is modest but neat. Clean bed. Dry. Warm. Wes places me gently on the covers and unwraps my towel. His brows knit together as he checks me over. His fingers—the same fingers that were deep inside me, demanding and harsh—are now gentle on my wounded thigh like I’m made of glass.
“You’re not bleeding,” he confirms. “I don’t think you need stitches.”
He mumbles about finding balm from the first aid kit to rub on me, but I’m done with this part. I want Wes.
I reach for him as he’s climbing off and connect with his arm. He pauses and glances at me. He’s about to pat and mollify me so that he can continue with his ministrations, but I shake my head.
“Kiss me,” I say.
“You should rest, love.”
“You should fuck me first.”
His lips part. His cheeks flush with color.
“Does my filthy mouth scandalize you, Mr. Wesley?” I poke.
He sputters a little.
“Do we need to coax the devil out again?”
“He was always there, love. Just repressed.”
He comes back to me. I thread my fingers into his hair and pull him down until our lips meet. I kiss him the way he deserves. I use my whole body, only wincing when my ribs twist the wrong way. He braces himself over me, trying not to lower his weight. Even when I’m begging to be used, he still tries to keep me from pain.
My throat closes up. My eyes burn. He pulls back just enough to see that I’m okay, and then he shows me what it feels like to be worshipped. He kisses over my body, lingers on the parts he loves, and promises them he’ll return. He respects the areas that are sore and learns every inch. I’ve never felt more cherished. More seen. There is nothing on my body he turns away from. Not the scars. Not the stretch marks. Not the bruises.
He kisses his way back to my mouth. My fingers trail down his abdomen to where I stabbed him, to remind myself it’s truly healed. Eventually, he captures my hand and gives me a look that says,Enough with the reminiscing.
Then he slides my hand to the base of his shaft. He gives me control.
I don’t stroke. I take my time tasting him, starting at his jaw, licking down that tendon on his neck. He tilts his head back and submits to me. I go slow, tease, taunt… just as he did with me. I kiss everywhere around his groin except where he wants it.
