Page 59 of Sinners' Appetite
I lift my hips up to meet his, the sensation of his cock against me making my clit pulse, painfully.
“We should break this bed in.” I tilt my head back as he kisses along my jawline and down my neck.
“As much as I want to, I think I’d get to carried away. You need to take it easy, baby girl. At least for the next few days.”
I let out a long needy moan. “What? A few days?! That’s way too long!”
“Unless—”
“Unless what?”
“Well—I could just snack on that pussy,” he breathes into my ear. “For as long as you can handle.”
My eyes widen in anticipation. “I might need to run through the shower first.”
“Get to it then, baby girl. Let me show you where the bathroom is.”
I stand and trail along behind him. Once we get to the bathroom, he reaches for a clean towel and facecloth, placing them on the side of the tub.
“There’s body wash in there, along with some eucalyptus shampoo. I hope you don’t mind smelling like me until we can get you your own.”
“I like the way you smell,” I call after him as he closes the door.
I decide against taking a shower and turn the taps on to run a bath instead. Once it’s filled, I take everything off and then realize, I didn’t bring anything inside with me to get changed into.
Not that it matters. Malachi won’t mind if I walk around his house naked anyway.
It just gives him easier access to the goods.
There’snoreasoningwithher when it comes to slowing down and taking her time to heal. I get it though. Her control has been taken one too many times in such a short time span, and she probably wants to re-claim her dignity, but it makes me nervous.
I don’t want to hurt her, but I also don’t want her to feel like I don’t want her.
I want her more than anything.
More than I’ve wanted anyone.
Since she’s occupied for a while, I head into the kitchen and search through the fridge, grabbing everything I need to prepare a stir-fry. I have a brand new bottle of wine hiding in the bottom of the fridge, so I take it out and dig through one of my boxes for a corkscrew I know I thought I had packed. When I don’t find one, I dig into my pocket for my Swiss army knife instead.
When I start to thread the corkscrew into the cork, it just digs into it, causing chunks of it to let go and fall to the counter.
Fuck. This didn’t go as planned. I might have to push the cork all the way in at this point.
Just as I’m about to push it through, Nikki comes walking around the corner, drawing my attention to her very naked body.
“Holy shit,” I growl, not realizing that the wine bottle is unstable on the edge of the counter. Before I can catch it, it comes crashing down to the floor below me. Luckily, it was white wine.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” Nikki exclaims as she backs up and leans against the door frame.
“No worries, baby girl. I have towels in one of these boxes. Just stay there, there’s glass everywhere,” I say, heading over to the stack of boxes beneath the window.
I pull a few towels out and toss them onto the mess, waiting for them to absorb the wine before balling them up and tossing them to the side. Once I have the glass all cleaned up, I walk over to Nikki and place a gentle kiss on her cheek while my hand cups one of her breasts.
“You look incredible,” I lightly growl, nibbling on the side of her ear.
“What are you making me?” she asks, wrapping her hands around the back of my neck.
“Stir-fry. I hope that’s okay.”
