Her breath shuddered out of her lungs.
Sin’s cock wept. He wrapped his hand around it and squeezed. “Shall I take you like, mo ghrâdh? From behind, like a stag mounts his mate?”
She shuddered, and her head dropped forward to hang between her shoulders. “Whatever you wish.”
He thrust his finger into her opening. “That’s not what I want to hear. Give me something. Some damn reaction.”
“You want a reaction?” She pushed away from the wall and spun. Her elbow flew back and smacked him in the chest. “Oh!” She clapped her hand over her mouth.
The blow barely stung, the show of spirit only managing to make him harder. He gave her a dark smile.
She shook her head. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to strike you. But you keep pushing and pushing me.”
“Like this …?” Gently, he prodded her back against the wall.
Her eyes flared wide. She stepped forward. “Don’t do that.”
He pushed her again, this time a little harder.
She clenched her fists tight, her body quivering. “Stop it, I say.”
Crowding her against the wall, Sin put his mouth next to her ear. “Make me,” he whispered.
The need to provoke, to tear down her walls, was a craving he couldn’t resist. He gripped the base of her skull and twisted her head up. “In this bedroom, you can do whatever you want to me. Act however you will without consequences. So, tell me, love.” He nipped at her bottom lip, tugging at it until the swollen flesh scraped through his teeth and popped free. “When I push you so, what do you want to do about it?”
***
What did she want to do?
The question burrowed deep, ringing in her ears. What she wanted and what she ought to do were two very different things. Shewantedto feel like she had for that amazing moment in the valley. She clenched her hands, her nails biting into her palms. Shewantedto push him back, exorcise all her fears and frustrations in a decadently subversive manner by lashing out. But was he in earnest about wanting that from her?
Her heart pounded so hard her chest ached. She pressed her slick palms into her thighs. It was reckless. Foolish. But there was only one way to ascertain if she could trust him. She’d run numerous experiments by a system of trial and error. It was time to test her husband.
Tilting her chin up, she reached over his shoulder and yanked the black ribbon from his hair. The dark red locks swung loose, making him appear even more rakish. She dug her fingers into his hair and pulled him down to her mouth.
There. See how he liked it.
The growl that vibrated his lips just before they crashed into hers told he liked it very much indeed. His kiss pressed her head back against the wall, tore at her lips, and still she wanted more.
His need was so uninhibited. So raw. Her hands shook. He was everything she could only ever dream she could be.
And he wanted her to join him in the darkness.
She nipped at his lip, cautiously. waiting to gauge his reaction before pressing further.
He bit her back, twice as hard, and a shiver raced down her spine.
She pushed on his shoulders.
Sin slapped her thigh.
Wetness pooled at her core even as memories crashed through her brain. Every time she’d swallowed down her words, plastered a serene expression across her face. All the fear she’d buried deep, the terror that she might be sent away. The anger. The disgust that more hadn’t been done to help her mother. It overflowed, like storm water over a dam.
The pressure grew until it had nowhere left to go. Her emotions burst.
Her fingers tore at his flesh, wanting to claw their way inside. Her hands slapped at his chest, his abdomen, anywhere they could reach. Her lips bruised his, uncaring that they were being battered in return. Any sense of propriety, of measure, was lost. There was only a primal need to mark, to possess, to be possessed.
Sin tore his mouth from hers and sucked on her neck. He pressed his arm on the wall beside her, and she turned her head to sink her teeth into his bicep.
