Page 78 of My Sinner

Her mouth latched on his shoulder, and he lost his line of thought. Her lips skimmed down each and every scar, kissing them, running her tongue around them. He shuddered under her hands and mouth, his body growing harder, his need gathering urgency with every passing stroke of her lips on his skin.

Spinning around, he pulled her in his arms and attacked her mouth, claiming it with ferocity. He stripped off her clothes, and they fell on her bed in a tangled heap. He skimmed his mouth down her throat, sucking the corner of her neck, biting it, and then wiping the sting away with a roll of his tongue. His lips lowered, floating down her breast and latched on to her nipple, rolling it between his teeth until it was hard, until she was writhing beneath him.

“Dev…”

Fuck! He’d never get tired of listening to his name from her mouth.

His hand dipped in between her legs. He pushed a finger inside her wet heat and circled her nub with a thumb. Avantika was panting now, her breaths becoming raspier. Her eyes closed as another finger joined his attack, and he scissored in and out of her. Soft sounds escaped her mouth. Her skin was covered in a pretty pink hue, her face flushed, and her eyes bright. She was coming undone beneath him, and it was a sight he wanted to hold on to forever.

Desire scorched his body, burning hotter than the sun with every shaky breath that escaped her mouth and warmed his skin. He shifted his lips to her other breast, playing with it while his fingers curved inside her wet heat. He bit her nipple, and she dissolved around him. Her mouth opened, and he captured her scream with his lips, drinking in her pleasure.

Seconds later, she opened her eyes. Her lips curved, and she pushed him until he lay on his back. She kneeled over him, positioning herself before she sank onto him. His eyes rolled back as her velvety heat surrounded him.

“Fuck!” he cursed. She felt like heaven.

His eyes popped. “Avantika…protection?”

She raised herself the slightest bit and sank onto him again, taking him in deeper. He groaned.

“Wrong…time of…the month,” she shuddered. “Oh! This feels so good.”

She began to move over him, slowly at first and then faster. His mind spiraled as desire shot through like an electric current through each and every nerve and cell in his body. She rocked harder over him, and he gripped her hips, allowing her to lead.

She shifted, finding the right angle and bit her lip. Her movements became more frenzied, more rushed as she struggled to reach her peak.

“God, Dev!” she sobbed, her eyes looking a bit wild as she stared at him. “It’s so good. This is…so good.”

She leaned down to kiss his mouth. Driven by pure instinct and the urge to see her shatter again, he pushed into her, driving into her relentlessly, harder, faster.

“Dev… Dev…” She chanted his name like a prayer as her eyes slid shut. She fell apart around him, her core clenching.

Her rapture triggered his own. His body seized control, thrusting inside her.

“Avantika… Fuck!” he growled, holding her hips in place on top of him. His vision darkened, and his mind blanked. He emptied inside her, as every single atom in his body was set alight with pleasure.

Minutes later, he opened his eyes and found her staring at him, her chin resting on his chest. Smiling, she rose to pull the sheets over them.

He drew her back in his arms, waiting for his erratic heartbeat to settle. He snuggled into her neck, breathing her in, rubbing his rough jaw against the side of her neck.

She giggled. “That tickles!”

“I know. You’re ticklish, I remember.”

He proceeded to tickle her waist while scraping his jaw across her neck again and again. She squealed and squirmed under him, her sweet laughter echoing around them. It was the best sound in the world.

“Stop, please.” She held his face. “We have to go back.”

“Do we?”

“Yes. We did leave a party halfway”

He made a face. “I’m sure I’m beingsorelymissed.”

She slapped his arm, trying to push him off her. But he climbed on her instead, trapping her beneath him. His mouth captured hers, and her arms wrapped around him.

His heart filled with love. An emotion he’d only felt for her. Avantika was his, and he had to tell her what he felt about her. It was high time.

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