Page 89 of Sinful Desires
“I?…?I can’t.”
His hands grabbed my hips and forced me lower. He was shaking now, thighs trembling, jaw clenched like he was trying not to fall apart in my arms. He looked like a man trying to keep a century of hunger from tearing out of his skin.
“I need to feel you,” he breathed, voice ragged. “All of you, fuck?…?I can’t—” He cut himself off before the desperation cracked his tone completely.
A sound tore from my throat.
“C-Come on,chérie. Almost there.”
“Théo—”
He pulled again.
I shook, drenched in sweat, tears slipping from my eyes as I dropped my forehead to his.
It had been over a year since anyone had fucked me. But that wasn’t the issue. The issue was him. Every inch of him.
I couldn’t breathe. My nails dug into his arms. I clenched around him, every nerve on fire, shaking and soaked.
His hands grabbed my hips and forced me lower, but they weren’t steady.
“There you fucking go,” he said, breath ragged, voice wrecked. “Took italllike a good girl.”
I nodded, eyes fluttering shut, tongue sliding over my lips. His hands dragged over my spine while his mouth traced the side of my neck, his tongue wet against my skin.
“When was the last time you had sex?” I whispered, voice raw.
He froze.
His lips stopped just below my ear. “Thirteen years ago.”
I pulled back, hand flat on his shoulder, staring at him. “What?”
“I made the choice to be celibate, Scarlett.”
I let out a scoff and rolled my hips against his pelvis,grinding until I felt his breath catch. “Your cock isdeepinside me, soldier. Pretty sure that’s not how celibacy works.”
He slapped my ass, hard enough to echo. I barely had time to moan before he grabbed my hips, yanked me up, and drove me back down on him in one brutal thrust. My head snapped back, a strangled sound clawing its way out of my throat.
He fucked me like a beast that hadn’t eaten in years. Every thrust was a frenzy, raw, unhinged, like his cock was trying to carve itself into my body.
His whole body shook, soaked in sweat, teeth clenched like he was one second from blacking out. He groaned deep in his chest, hips snapping hard, rough. Too much, yet not enough.
His eyes were dark and glassy. And that’s how I knew he wasn’t lying.
“I have just broken a vow because of you, Scarlett,” he growled, his voice right at my ear, rough and mean. “You better fucking apologize to me.”
I smirked, eyes half lidded. “Hmm?…?want me to say sorry later while you fuck my throat? Might not get the words out, but you’ll feel it.”
He chuckled darkly.
I bounced without rhythm, meeting his thrusts without control, tits slamming into his vest, thighs burning, fingers gripping his shoulders to keep from falling apart. My head tipped back, mouth open.
He wastoobig. It was almost unbearable.
His grip tightened and he pulled me down harder.
“Tout ça c’est de ta putain de faute,” he groaned, voice guttural, a filthy whimper escaping him as sweat rolled down his jaw. “Thirteen fucking years. Gone. Burned because of you.”
