I let myself exist in this one moment—safe, wanted, held by a man who doesn’t even know my real name.
Eventually, we both drift into an exhausted sleep, our bodies still intertwined.
Chapter Twenty-Three
ELIZABETH
The next morning, I wake to sunlight streaming through the windows and the weight of Sin’s arm across my waist, holding me possessively against his chest. For a moment, I just soak in the warmth, the safety, the calmness of being in his arms.
Then reality crashes back in.
I slept with him.
Again.
Gave myself to him completely.
Crossed every line I swore I wouldn’t cross.
I should feel guilty.
I should be drowning in self-recrimination.
But I don’t.
I feel… settled.
Like some piece of me that’s been jagged and broken has finally found where it fits. I shift under the sheets, trying to slip away, but Sin’s arm tightens around me, pulling me flush against him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is low, rough with sleep, but laced with command.
“I should—” I start, but he cuts me off by rolling me onto my back, covering me with his weight, caging me in.
“You should stay right here.” His mouth brushes the line of my jaw, teeth scraping lightly against my skin. “We’re not done, wildcat.”
His hand slides beneath the sheet, skimming over my ribs, my stomach, until his fingers settle between my thighs. The touch is firm and claiming as he strokes over my folds. I gasp, my hips jerking into his hand.
“You’re already wet for me.” His words are velvet, thick with satisfaction. “Tell me that’s for me.”
“Yes,” I whisper, breath hitching when his fingers slide inside me, slow and deliberate.
His eyes stay locked on mine as he curls his fingers deep, his thumb circling with perfect pressure. “Good. Because I’m not letting you start the day without knowing you’reminein every way.”
My body arches, hips rolling against his hand, desperate for more. His other arm braces above my head, his weight heavy, grounding, inescapable. The heat builds, slow and steady, every nerve sparking as he works me up.
“Sin…” My voice breaks on a moan, legs trembling, toes curling into the sheets. My chest heaves, heart racing as the pressure coils tight inside me.
“Look at you,” he states, lips brushing my ear. “Fucking gorgeous when you’re falling apart like this.”
“Fuck me…” The words tear out of me, shaky and raw, more confession than demand.
His grin is wicked, but his voice drops low, rough with something that makes my pulse jump. “Careful what you ask for, wildcat.” His fingers glide over my hip as he lines himself up, the head of his cock nudging, taunting, until I’m gasping for more. Then he drives in slow, deliberate, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural sound torn from deep in his chest.
The stretch knocks the breath from my lungs while my nails rake across his back, my body clutching him tight. But it’s his eyes locking onto mine that leaves me undone.
Everything freezes. The air between us crackles. His stare isn’t just hungry, it’s raw, unguarded, like I’ve peeled him open without even trying. Heat roars through me, but beneath it, something dangerous sparks.
Something that feels a hell of a lot like truth.
