Page 84 of A Story of Sinners

“It’s always about this,” I sighed dreamily, the wine lighting my thoughts. “But it’s also so much more. We’ve already wasted too much time, and I don’t want to waste anymore.”

Some part of me knew, deep down inside, that our time was limited. There was not much left to waste. His chest rose on a deep inhale, as if recognizing the truth in my words. With a permitting nod, my fingers twined about the cords of his pants, tugging and slipping them through each loop while never breaking eye contact.

His hands moved to the strap of my gown, smoothing over my shoulder and sliding it down.

I couldn’t get enough of him, and it seemed neither could he. My fingers traced the silver scrawls in the helixes of his pointed ears to down below his waist, wrapping around strong, toned legs, and all the while, deft fingers removed my clothing between short, searing kisses.

His lips traced mine, slowly moving down to my neck, dragging along my chest and stomach. When his knees touched the ground, he peered up at me through thick, dark lashes, eyes filled with silver as he slowly dragged my undergarments down my legs.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head into my stomach, inhaling my scent and simply holding me, as if he wished for the moment to never end. My fingers toyed with his hair, feeling the silky-smooth texture, savoring the simple touch, and I closed my eyes.

I stumbled when the flat of his tongue swiped across my slit, the sheer feel of his mouth knocking me off my axis and catching me by surprise. I gripped his shoulders, struggling to remain upright. My core clenched when his tongue dragged along my center once more then delved into me, twisting and swirling.

I nearly fainted.

He chuckled. Always so cocky.

Then, he attacked: nipping, licking, sucking, as if dying of starvation. My core spasmed when his tongue flipped against my aching nub. The heavy panting of his breath tickled my skin, setting my nerves on edge. Two fingers thrust into me, stretching and filling, making me throb with need. A gasp spilled from my lips, and he acknowledged the sound with a growl of his own. His tongue dragged all the way up from his fingers to the very top of my slit, and he sucked my swollen bud into his mouth as he swirled his tongue.

His fang nicked the spot, sinking in deep, and I yelped. My core clenched around his fingers, spasming as he sucked, and I came violently, body shaking as he continued his ministrations. His eyes remained glued to my center, watching the wetness that spilled out, licking up every drop.

He gazed up to meet my eyes, his mouth and jaw shiny, covered with my release. “Beautiful. So, incredibly beautiful.”

His tongue salved the small wound from his fang, and he rose with the grace of a warrior, still leisurely sliding his fingers in and out of me, gathering the wetness from my core. His eyes burned into mine, one hand grasping the nape of my neck as his palm ground against my center. A small whimper tore from my throat, and his lips tilted upwards. “Do you like when I play with this needy little cunt?”

I grabbed onto his shoulders, my breathing shallow. “Yes, I do.”

He took his time, fingers sliding through my folds, and when he was satisfied, he finally removed them. Never breaking eye contact, he placed the digits into his mouth and sucked. A low noise sounded from the back of his throat as he savored the taste, eyes nearly rolling back into his head. “Just as delicious as ever.”

My lips slammed against his, and my tongue delved into his mouth, tasting the residual bliss. He lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist, and fell backwards onto the bed, our fall softened by the springy mattress. His head hit the pillow, and a deep groan sounded from him.

Hands gripped my hips, dragging my center along his length. “Take what you want from me. Take what you need. I’m yours and only yours. I will never try to cage you. I will never take more than what is offered, not ever again. You have me, all of me. Forever. A life without you is a life not worth living. Not anymore.”

My eyes prickled as I took my fill of him, realizing he meant every word. I kissed him once more, a simple peck on the lips, then dragged my lips from his shoulders to his chest to his waist.

His muscles flexed as my tongue traced the smooth muscle just above his hips, and a raw, pained sound spilled from his lips. My fingers wrapped around his thick girth, my fist unable to close, but I dragged the smooth skin up and down. I moved lower, my eyes widening at the sight of him, thick and veiny. It had been months, and he looked ready to burst.

My tongue flicked the tip of his length, collecting the small bead of liquid that leaked out. I nearly moaned at the taste. He tasted just as good as he smelled, and it must have been why he’d licked his fair share of me.

I grew braver and opened my mouth, closing it around the head then swallowing more. His fist wrapped in my hair, and a moan spilled from his lips as I dragged my tongue along the underside of his length. This time, I was the one to chuckle, the vibration making him nearly come undone. He gripped my hair and thrust until he hit the back of my throat; I nearly choked, saliva dripping from my mouth.

My mouth bobbed along him, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked. His cock throbbed, and a burst of thick, salty release lit my tastebuds.

He tugged my hair, pulling my mouth off him with an audible pop. His eyes were lowered as he begged, “More. I need to feel you come undone around me.”

I crawled over him and lined his thickness up with my center, then slowly sank down. He was too much, so I took my time, and each pass, I took a small bit more. I rose, nearly leaving myself empty, taunting both him and me. The look of torment and pain that crossed his face was worth every moment. I slid down just a fraction more, then withdrew once again.

His fists clenched at his sides, gripping the blankets beneath his body, holding on for dear life. “Dahlia,” he warned, but I ignored him and continued the teasing motion.

He’d told me to take what was mine. His pain and pleasure were both mine, as well as his lust and need. I wanted every version of this male I could possibly get, and if I had to torture him to see all the emotions flit across his face, I would.

A feral growl vibrated from his chest, echoing about the room, and I nearly came undone. The sound of it, so demanding and full of command, tore something inside me.

He grabbed my hips and slammed me down onto him, sinking deep into my heat. We both moaned as he filled me to the brim, and chills raced through my body. When I slid back up, just to tease him once more, he snapped.

The look in Ryken’s eyes was crazed as he dug his fingertips into my waist and slammed me back down again, fingers digging into my skin with a bruising pressure that made my toes curl.

“Ride me,” he commanded between clenched teeth, lifting his head to nip at my breast. “Don’t tease me. If you keep teasing me, I’ll throw you on the ground and fuck the humor out of you.”

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