Page 67 of Reckless Covenant

Oh… A smirk creeps onto my lips.

“Vincent…”

I have no idea how or when it happens; it’s all a blur of movement as he all but roars and grips my ass, lifting me to him, and I’m slammed onto the soft bed. Climbing over me, my wrists become trapped in his grip high above my head, pushed hard into the mattress. His other hand cups my jaw, his index finger gently pulling my bottom lip down.

“Fuck…Morrigan.” My name slips off his lips like honey. “It’s kind of poetic, the sound of my name on your lips, the sound of yours on mine, isn’t it? Yet it in a fucked up religious kind of way… you’re still my Eve, and I’m still the serpent that pulled you to sin.”

“The original sin… only I was always a sinner. You were just the devil who embraced me.” I smile, grinding my hips up to meet his.

He drags that hand down my throat, to the neckline of my t-shirt, and in one rapid move, he rips it and I hold in a cry as the fabric grits my skin. Reaching the hem of my bra, he pulls it down, exposing my breast, and the moment the colder air brushes against that nipple, I can’t help but moan.

“Always a heathen…” He dips down, capturing that peak between his teeth for a few moments, then sucks it to the point that pain seeps through and my back arches just as he releases. “…carrying a darkness that somehow found mine through the shadows. And it’s never let me go.”

“No love lost…” I whisper, my gaze fixed on his with an intensity I feel in my temples.

“None. Your darkness lives in my soul. You take it out and I won’t be whole.”

“I want to trust every word you say to me. I want to believe it all… and deep down I know I do. But there is a part of me that has fought this bond for all these years, the part that’s been trained to protect me, which currently lives in disbelief. Almost as that teenager from long ago… the one that couldn’t believe that you would look at me, that you would love me…”

He shakes his head slightly, swallowing, before he speaks. “Trust is earned and I’m going to take my time earning yours.” He pauses, letting those words sink in. “But I saw you, Morrigan.” He drags a finger over my breast, down my abdomen, dipping down on my belly, and I fight to focus on his words, rather than that electrifying sensation he leaves behind. “I saw you long before you think I did. I fought you, our connection… I fought the prospect of what we could be, because I didn’t believe in it. I didn’t want to, not after seeing what love does to people… But you, goddamnit, you wrapped so fucking hard around me, I couldn’t shake you off even if I wanted to. My soul was yours, long before you actually became mine.”

“Oh, Mr Sinclair, you definitely know the right words to say to get into a lady’s panties.” This moment feels too heavy with confessions, with these matters of the heart… I’m not used to it.

He narrows his eyes for a moment, and I swear he can read my mind.

“I’m already in your pants, Miss O’Rourke.” He mirrors my grin at the same moment his hand grips my pussy and one finger pushes inside.

“Jesus… fuck!” I moan, my back arching once again, my core grinding on his hand involuntarily.

“It’s the devil fucking you now, baby.” He pulls that finger out and adds one more, slowly pumping in and out.

“Fuck…” I can’t explain it. I’ve had men finger me before, I’ve done it myself… yet him, the way he spreads those fingers, the way he curls them, the way he pumps in hard, and drags out slowly… it drives me mad and makes me melt in ecstasy.

“What the hell, Serpent!” The asshole pulls out, completely.

“Oh, I’m Serpent again, then?” There’s a cheekiness in his eyes that drives me crazy.

He lets go of me, unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down, leaving me covered only by a bra and a ripped t-shirt. But he solves that fast, ripping the rest of the fabric, before he undoes the bra and peels it off. I prop myself on my elbows to see him standing at the foot of the bed, staring at me with the sort of hunger that devours predators, with one eyebrow raised as his eyes drag up and down my body.

Shit…I don’t have the confidence for this.

“Vincent… I…” I’m just about to reach for the sheet and pull it over myself.

“You’re so goddamn perfect.”

I smirk, my muscles relaxing a little, my plump flesh bursting in goosebumps.

He doesn’t peel his eyes off me as he drops his pajama bottoms, and even though I’ve had him inside of me, the look of him naked in all his glory, standing before me, feels forbidden.

He’sthe work of art; long lean legs, that fucking V of muscles that join down low, and his cock. His damn cock, those soft veins, that glistening head, thick and beautiful. If you could ever call a cock beautiful, this would be it.

I finally drag my gaze over his abs, his broad chest, and when I reach his eyes, his head is cocked, a knowing grin pulling at his lips.

“You seem to like what you see too.”

“Couldn’t say for certain.” I feign ignorance. “At this distance, it’s a bit blurry. I can’t quite tell.”

The laugh that follows, loud and deep, shaking his whole body as he presses a hand over his belly, spreads a sort of warmth through me that I haven’t felt in a while—happiness.

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