Page 83 of The Blood that Binds Us

He leans in and captures my mouth with his again, but gentler this time. Softer. Letting his lips and tongue say what his heart isn’t ready to.

My hands trail down the cut planes of his chest, tracing arcane lines into his skin. I pause with one hand pressed to his stomach and the other on mine. He knows what’s coming and watches carefully but makes no move to try to stop me. Sin promised my freedom, and I don’t doubt he would have released me himself before we left this room, but I am done being freed at the will of others.

I grab onto the phantom rope linking us and shred at it with mental talons. It buckles beneath me, trying to resist my will, but I grip it harder, willing all my intention to its extinction.

My lips skim across his chest and up the column of his neck as the tether begins to split and fracture. I drag my tongue along the underside of his jaw before leaning up on my toes and planting my mouth at the base of his ear. “I release us from this bond.”

His arms snake around my waist and pull me against him, my mouth drying as I inhale his peppery scent, my tongue yearning to lap at his essence like cream.

The tether snaps between us.

I inhale deeply as my lungs swell with newfound autonomy, the last of the Black Art’s control bleeding from my body.

Leaving me unbound.

Feral.

Starving.

Slamming my palms against his hard chest, I shove Sin away from me. He stumbles backwards, just far enough for me to slip around him and push him against the desk.My fucking turn.

I leave no part of him untouched, starting with soft bites along his neck, nibbling his collarbone, licking his chest. When I finish swirling my tongue across his abdominals, my fingers move to unfasten the buttons of his trousers. His hands clamp down on top of mine, and he tilts my chin up with one finger, forcing me to meet his eyes, their irises still a smoldering yellow-green.

“You’re high, love,” he murmurs.

“So are you,” I whisper back, ripping my hands out from beneath his.

He groans in frustrated delight and dips his head to gently tug the crown of my ear between his teeth. “Which is exactly why I can only restrain myself long enough to ask you this once,” he says, nibbling my lobe again. “Are you sure?”

Not tearing my eyes from his, I sink to my knees before him. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what your cock tastes like.”

How’s that for an answer, Your Grace?

A growl rips from his chest, and I yank his trousers down. His cock springs free, and Ifeelmy eyes widen to the size of small dinner plates.

It’s the most mouthwatering thing I’ve ever seen.

And definitely the Black Art’s deadliest weapon.

If the magic high wasn’t fueling my confidence, I may have hesitated at thesheer sizeof him. But instead, I lick my lips and wrap my mouth around his swollen cock, staring up at him as I do. He swears under his breath as I take him farther into my mouth, but only half of him fits before he’s hitting the back of my throat and I gag around him.

Sin stares down at me like the sight of my hollowed cheeks sliding up and down his dick is the most beautiful piece of art he’s ever laid eyes on. He reaches for my head and twists his fingers in my hair as I swirl my tongue over his length and devour him as if I was a starved woman. Grunts of pure masculine pleasure tear from his chest, and I suck him faster, letting his cock touch the back of mouth again and again. His other hand finds the back of my neck and grips me around the nape—wanting me,needingme—as his nails lengthen into claws again and pierce my skin. The smell of my own blood on his fingers sends pleasure rocking through me harder, and I drag my tongue up the underside of his shaft, watching as he fights to keep himself from shifting.

With a frustrated growl, he pulls himself out from between my lips and lifts me off my feet, setting me back down on the desk and ripping my knees apart so I’m bare before him. He leans forward, the ends of his hair brushing over my nipples, and he kisses the underside of my jaw. His cock throbs against my thigh, wetness already beading at the tip. I arch my back, desperate to feel him against me, against my pussy now sobbing for him.

Sin raises his lips to mine and murmurs against them. “I’m going to fuck you now, love. Is that okay?”

Goddess, yes.

I nod, inching forward to grind against him.

A low snarl in my ear. “Use your words,little witch. Tell me you want it.”

“I want it. Please fuck me, Your Grace. Now…”

His breath so hot on my neck, his hands digging into my thighs splayed open around him… I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to feel him fill me to capacity.

I cry out as he slides himself inside of me. Sin moves slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size, tostretcharound him. He swallows my moan with his mouth, entwining his tongue with mine as he pulls out of me.

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