The taste of him—bitter, salt-sweet, familiar—had me dizzy. Addicted. I opened my mouth and sucked him in, wrapping my lips around the head as he sank down my throat slowly. Savoring the weight of him on my tongue, the warmth of his skin, the helpless sounds he made above me.
Sin took my length in, his tongue swirling around the head before his mouth closed around me. Hot. Wet. Possessive. Like he wanted to consume me entirely.
I groaned around him, the vibrations dragging deep, broken moans from his throat. He rocked his hips, feeding himself to me in slow, controlled thrusts. He took his time wrecking my throat. I didn’t mind. I loved it, giving him pleasure.
I had my hands on his ass, fingers splayed across the firm curves, trailing down the crease between them. I toyed with the nerves around his hole, watching the way his thighs trembled, the way his moans stuttered every time I touched him there.
He rewarded me with every sound I craved—deep, sinful moans vibrating around my cock as he sucked me down with a kind of devotion that bordered on madness.
Then he slipped lower, mouth abandoning my cock in favor of licking and sucking at my balls, his hands still stroking me, coaxing me, owning me.
I couldn’t hold back.
Every muscle went taut, straining beneath the weight of sensation. I came into his hand, shuddering, head thrown back, stars bursting behind my eyes.
Sin didn’t waste a drop. The sounds of him licking me clean and softly moaning around me as if I was his favorite fucking meal, were enough to make me want to give him everything I had and then some.
Then it was my turn.
He pumped his hips once. Twice more. I swallowed him down, his release hot and sharp on my tongue. I took all of him, even as I gasped for breath and he trembled above me.
When he collapsed against me, I didn’t let him go.
I kissed whatever skin I could reach—his thigh, his hip, the soft, sweat-slicked curve of his stomach. And when I ran out of places, I hauled him up my body, flipped him beneath me, and worshiped him.
Every inch. Every scar. Every place that made him gasp or shudder or arch into me like I was the only thing keeping him from shattering. Because he wasn’t just something I wanted. He was sacred.
When we eventually managed to get out of bed, the shower steamed around us. Sin leaned into the spray, and I pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, tasting salt and soap and something that still felt like survival.
“Your shirt’s huge,” he grumbled when he padded barefoot into the kitchen later, sleeves falling past his hands. “You’rehuge,” he continued, stealing a strip of toast off my plate. “Jesus, what’s on there? It’s delicious.”
“Oh um, just some honey I got from a local farmers market?”
He raised a brow. “Really? You go to farmers’ markets.”
Winston meowed, demanding attention, tail wrapping around my legs, head nudging them too for good measure. I bent to feed him, grateful for something so ordinary.
We sat close at the counter, thighs brushing. We didn’t talk about forever—justnow.What we should do. The little things. The stupid, human things that neither of us had really ever done.
“I’ve never made eggs with anyone before,” Sin said, suddenly.
“That can’t be true.”
“Nope. Usually I just fuck and ghost before the night is over.”
I grinned and rolled my eyes. “Charming.”
He smiled back, softer this time. “You’re not easy to ghost.”
“Good,” I said. “Because I’d chase you if you did that to me now.”
That earned me a kiss—quick, sure. And then we drifted into the library, curling up beneath a wool blanket like we’d been doing this for years. A movie played. I couldn’t even tell you what it was. I just held his hand and listened to him breathe.
And for a little while, it was enough. Until he sat up. His eyes flicked to the window. To his car parked outside on my drive.
“I need time,” he said, voice quiet. “Not because I’m running, but… if I don’t catch my breath, Theo, I’ll drown.”
I swallowed hard. “Are you coming back?”
