Page 80 of Sweet Sinners
I work another finger inside her, curling and stroking until she's clutching me, panting, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. She’s soaking me, dripping down my wrist, and when she finally comes undone, screaming my name, clinging to me, it's the best goddamn sound I’ve ever heard.
"Connor—yes, yes—oh God, please!" she gasps, her body trembling violently as pleasure rips through her.
I don't want her to stop. I want her greedy, desperate and begging me to fill her, to ruin her again and again.
I pull my fingers out, and she whimpers in protest. "No, please. Don't stop. I need you inside me."
Fuck, she’s killing me.
I groan and capture her mouth roughly, then lift my fingers to my lips, making her watch as I lick her taste clean from my hand. Her eyes darken with fresh need, and she whispers, voice raw, wrecked, "Connor…please."
Slowly, I lower her to the ground, my grip lingering on her hips like I’m not ready to let go just yet. Her legs slip from around my waist, trembling slightly as her toes meet the cold floor. She tips her head back, eyes hooded and heavy, lips parted and swollen from our kiss. She looks beautifully destroyed, her walls stripped down, leaving nothing but raw, unfiltered need.
And fuck if it doesn't make me want to ruin her all over again.
My hands slide down her curves as I kiss her, licking deep, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans softly, pulling me even closer. She tastes incredible, better than anything I’ve imagined, better than every fantasy I’ve ever had.
I drag my mouth slowly downward, leaving hot kisses along her throat, her collarbone, then lower, tracing the curves of her breasts and stomach until I'm kneeling at her feet. My fingers dig possessivelyinto her hips as I catch the waistband of her panties with my teeth, dragging them slowly, deliberately down her legs. Her breathing quickens, and I glance up, watching her eyes darken as she follows every movement I make.
"Patience," I murmur roughly against her thigh. "You want my cock? You're going to earn it."
"Anything," Cali whispers, her voice breaking around the word, body trembling but never retreating.
A dark thrill hums through my veins. "Then spread your legs," I command softly. "Show me what’s mine."
"Yes," she breathes, instantly obeying, thighs parting wider. "God, yes. Whatever you want."
My heart pounds violently, desire coiled tight in every muscle as I grip her harder. "Be careful, Angel," I warn against her flushed skin, tracing my lips dangerously higher. "Give yourself to me now, and I'll never give you back."
Instead of pulling away, her fingers twist into my hair, guiding me closer. "Do it," she pleads breathlessly, desperation bleeding into every word. "Make me yours."
Fuck, I'd destroy worlds to keep her exactly like this.
Groaning, I sink my teeth into her thigh, claiming her, deep, possessive, unapologetic. Cali cries out sharply, hips jerking away instinctively, but her grip on my hair only tightens, holding me close. She doesn’t tell me to stop; she wants this, even the pain, even the marks. I soothe the bite with my tongue, tasting her skin, moving closer to where she’s dripping for me.
Marking her might just be my new obsession.
Groaning, I grab her ass and jerk her forward, burying my face between her thighs, my tongue plunging into her soaked pussy without hesitation. Fuck, she's sweet—better than every filthyfantasy I've had about her. My tongue drags from her entrance to her clit, again and again, each flick pulling a desperate moan from her lips. She’s soaked, dripping onto my tongue, and I fucking love it.
As I feast on her, my free hand shoves my jeans down, gripping my cock, stroking slow and firm as I thrust my tongue deep inside her. I need her everywhere. Need her to come apart for me, knowing I’m the only one who gets her like this.
Every risk we've taken—every secret glance, every stolen touch—it’s all worth it.
Cali is worth it.
Worth the secrecy, the scandal, the judgment if anyone finds out.
She’s worth fucking everything.
Chapter thirty-six
Cali
OhGod,hismouth.
Connor shouldn’t be this good at everything, but he is. So fucking good. Too good. My hips rock shamelessly against his tongue, my toes curling when he flicks perfectly against my clit, pushing me higher until I’m right there, right on the brink.
"Connor, please," I moan helplessly, fingers tangled in his hair. "Please, more—"
