He stayed with her, forehead pressed to her temple, while the emotion passed through her instead of her burying it. For once, she didn’t fight it.
Because she knew what she had with Sinner was forever.
FIFTEEN
Sinner pulled back just enough to see her face—flushed, wet-cheeked, vulnerable in a way that made his chest ache.
“You good?” His voice rough.
She nodded then seemed to change her mind and shook her head. “I don’t know. I feel—” She broke off, frustration tightening her features. “I don’t know what I feel.”
“Let me show you.” He caught her jaw, tilting her face up. “Let me make you feel something you can name.”
Her eyes glimmered. “Caius—”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Say my name when I’m inside you.” He slid his hand down her throat, feeling her pulse hammer against his palm. “Say it when you come apart.”
Her breath hitched. “You’re…bossy.”
“You like it when I’m bossy.” He dragged his thumb across her lower lip. “You like it when I tell you exactly what I’m going to do to you.”
“Maybe.” But her voice had gone breathy, and her thighs pressed together.
He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I’m going to strip you down. I’m going to taste every inch of you until you forget everything but my name. And then I’m going to fuck you until the only thing you feel is me.”
A shiver rolled through her body.
“Sound good?” he murmured against the spot where her pulse fluttered in her throat.
“Yes.” The word came out strangled.
He kissed her—slow and deep, claiming her mouth the way he was about to claim the rest of her. She melted into him, her hands fisting in his shirt.
When he pulled back, her lips were swollen and her eyes burned with need.
“On your back,” he ordered softly.
She obeyed without hesitation, stretching out on the bed. The trust in that simple movement—the way she gave herself over to him—made something primal and possessive roar to life in his chest.
He stripped off his shirt and reached for hers.
“Wait. I’ll set the pace.” Her hand shot out, fingers wrapping around his wrist. “I need—I need to stay in control of something.”
He went still, reading the tension in her jaw. She’d just survived an attack. She’d just found out the most dangerous man alive had targeted her. Of course she needed control.
He took a moment to give her breathing room and applied a bandage over her new ink. She watched him with raw desire plain on her face. When he finished, she settled a hand on his chest.
“I want you.”
Hearing those words fanned the inferno of his own desire for Opal. He’d never loved anyone like this. And the need to claim her forever nearly blinded him.
“You take the lead,” he managed to say. “You tell me what you want.”
Her throat worked with a swallow. “I want you to make me stop thinking.”
“I can do that.” He ran his hand up her thigh, stopping just below the fresh tattoo. “But I’m still going to be the one in charge. You just get to tell me when to start and when to stop.”
Relief flickered across her face. “Okay.”
