The cool air hit her skin for only a second before his body covered hers again, all hard muscle and scorching heat. She’d never felt so small and yet so powerful at the same time. The way he looked at her made a tiny lock in her chest flick open like he held the key.
She fumbled with his pants until he took mercy on her and finished the job himself. When he kicked his pants away and settled between her thighs with nothing but the thin barrier of cotton briefs between them, her pussy was already drenched. The thick length of him pressed against her core made her heartbeat triple.
“Oh my god,” she breathed, her hips rolling involuntarily.
He captured her mouth in a kiss that was raw possession, sliding his tongue against hers as he slipped a hand between them. The callused brush of his fingers over her damp folds made them both groan.
“So wet for me already.” His gritty voice had her insides clutching with need.
He gently stroked his fingertip up her slick seam, parting her to him. When his thumb circled her clit, she gasped and arched into his touch.
Bracing his weight over her, he held her stare. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you.”
She made another noise she couldn’t stop and didn’t want to anymore as he worked her with expert precision, one finger sliding inside her while his thumb maintained that maddening pressure. She was already so close, her body wound tight from Sinner’s kisses and his restraint in all things compounding to an overwhelming intensity.
He slid his finger home, and her inner walls clenched tight around him. She flooded for him, and he growled in response, then added a second finger, stretching her.
She dug her nails into his shoulders and rode his hand shamelessly. The heel of his palm ground against her clit with each thrust, and she felt herself climbing higher and higher, chasing that cliff of insanity.
Her body began to fray. She shook in his arms.
“Sinner, I’m going to—”
“Come for me, Opal. I want to watch you fall apart.” His mouth crashed over hers, stealing what was left of her mind as his words and tongue pushed her over the edge.
The orgasm crashed through her in waves, her inner walls contracting around his fingers as pleasure rolled through every nerve. She cried out, only aware of his dark focus on her as her body trembled through the waves.
He didn’t give her time to recover. While she was still pulsing with aftershocks, he shed his briefs and jerked a condom over his thick, impressive cock. If she had any wits left, her eyes would have rolled up in her head at how damn hot that was.
Finally, he settled his weight between her thighs.
She felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance, and even through the haze of pleasure, she registered that seeing how big he was and feeling it were two different things.
“Look at me.” The command in his voice made her eyes snap to his. “You with me?”
She nodded, wrapping her legs around his waist, angling her still-throbbing pussy toward him. “I need you inside me. Now.”
The demand in her voice made that sexy bad-boy grin flash across his face, but it vanished the instant he began to push forward slowly, slowly, giving her body time to adjust to his size.
The stretch was the best kind of burn that made her feel alive and present in her body—her life—in a way she hadn’t in years.
“Fuck, you’retight,” he groaned, forehead pressed to hers in a gesture that seemed to betheirsnow.
She made a soft noise and pulled him tighter against her so he was buried to the hilt.
He stilled, breathing hard. She felt stretched around him, bordering on too much but somehow wasn’t enough.
“Move!” She tipped her hips in another demand.
He answered by pulling back and thrusting forward, setting a rhythm that started slow but quickly built. Each stroke hit a spot deep inside that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She met him rocking thrust for thrust, pushing upward to take him deeper.
“Harder!” she gasped.
He gripped her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her with a force that made the cheap headboard slam against the wall. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, punctuating their ragged breathing and her moans.
She’d never been loud during sex before, but with Sinner, she couldn’t contain the sounds he ripped from her. Every deep shove wrung another cry from her throat, and the way his eyes darkened with each one she made told her he loved it.
He kissed her with a heat that had her insides coiling all over again. When he drew back, his dark eyes blazed down into hers. “Touch yourself.” His order was rough. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
