“Fuck,” he mumbles, fists clenching in the sheets. “Look at you, ridin’ my cock like you own it.”
“I do right now, bossman,” I shoot back, my voice hoarse but fierce.
He growls deep in his chest, his hands gripping my hips like iron, but I slam down harder, riding him at my own pace, gasping when he hits me deep. The friction is brutal, dirty, relentless.
I lean forward, nails dragging down his chest, leaving sharp red trails over muscle and ink. His breath hitches. I don’t stop.Instead, I catch his wrists, pinning them above his head against the mattress. His eyes flare, surprise flickering as I press my weight down. “Don’t move,” I whisper, wild and breathless.
His growl is a half laugh, half warning. “Jesus, wildcat… didn’t think you had it in you.”
I smirk, letting my wild side take over. “You’re not in charge tonight. I am.”
Before he can reply, my hand slides from his wrists to his throat. I press, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to steal a little of his breath. His eyes go darker instantly, his cock twitching inside me as a low, mischievous smirk crosses his face.
“You like that?” I hiss, rolling my hips in a punishing grind. “Like me using you? Watching me fuck you the wayIwant?”
His groan is guttural, completely wrecked. “Fuck, you’re gonna break me.” His cock slams up to meet me, hard and unrestrained. “But don’t you dare fucking stop.”
The power surging through me is dizzying. I ride him harder, wilder, choking him lightly as his chest bucks beneath me. I lower my mouth to his throat, biting hard enough to make him hiss, then licking the sting. His shock fuels me, makes me moan into his skin as I brand him with my teeth.
“You’reminetonight,” I whisper against the mark, grinding down until I’m trembling.
I release one of his hands, and his thumb instantly finds my clit, circling ruthlessly and relentlessly. Sparks explode behind my eyes. My entire body trembles, thighs quaking as fire races through my veins.
“S-Sin,” my voice cracks, shattering with the intensity.
“Come on my cock,” he snarls hoarsely, fighting against my grip but letting me hold him down. “Show me how bad you need me.”
I snap, my orgasm detonating, violent and all-consuming. A moan rips out of me, my vision flashing white as I seize around him, clenching tight, writhing.
“Jesus fuck,” he growls out, breathless, eyes wide, untamed, like he can’t believe what I’ve just done. He snaps with me, slamming up into me hard, brutal, as his own climax rips through him. His roar shakes the walls, his cock jerking inside me, release hot and raw, pulsing deep.
I collapse forward, sweat-slick, trembling, still clutching his throat until I realize my hand is still there. I pull back, breath ragged, and meet his stunned, hungry gaze.
His arms wrap around me instantly, caging me against him, his voice rough against my ear. “You drive me fucking crazy, Elizabeth. Next time…” His teeth graze my jaw, savage and promising. “Next time, I’m tying you down. See how much fight you really have in you.”
A shiver runs through me, not with fear but in anticipation. Because I know therewillbe a next time.
We collapse together, tangled in sheets that smell like him and sex, both of us breathing hard, hearts racing in sync. And for a long time, we just lay here. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, circles, lines, and shapes that might mean something or nothing. My head rests on his chest, rising and falling with each breath he takes.
This isreal intimacy.
Not the physical connection we just shared, but this, the quiet aftermath, the vulnerability of just being together without pretense.
“I don’t know who I am anymore.” The words slip out on a quiet whisper before I can stop them, raw and honest in the darkness.
His hand stills on my back for a moment, then continues its gentle exploration. “You’re someone trying to do the right thing.That’swho you are.”
If only he knew how wrong he is.
How I’m lying to him with every breath, every touch, every moment we spend together.
The guilt crashes over me again, threatening to pull me under. But Sin’s arms tighten around me, like he can sense the shift in my mood.
“Whatever you’re thinking about…” he says, his voice rough with exhaustion. “Stop. Just be here. With me. Right now.”
So I do.
I push away the guilt, the fear, and the knowledge that this can’t last.
