Sin’s hand tightens on me, and he mutters, “Fucking, fuck.”
My heart drops. Did I somehow misunderstand Sin’s comments earlier about wanting me to be sure about us?
How did I mess up this badly?
I swallow down my own embarrassment to apologize, “I’m sorry. I never meant to make you uncomfortable.”
“Fates above, kitten, I’m not uncomfortable with your answer,” Sin corrects emphatically. “I’m pissed off because I’ve never wanted to tear off your clothesand fuck you into oblivion more than I do right this moment. But I can’t because we’re stuck in the Underworld Realm, and I’m pretty sure fucking Hades will see everything we do in here.”
“Oh,” I answer, my mind reeling at his words.
Sin isn’t upset. He wants me.
I’m going to need a few more lifetimes to process the last hour of my life.
We lie in silence for another moment until Sin mutters, “Fucking Hades,” and then his mouth captures mine.
Sin claims my mouth like a man who is suffocating, and I’m his life-saving breath. His tongue rubs against mine, fucking my mouth and drawing a guttural moan from me. I kiss him back with equal need, wrapping my thigh around his waist to feel him pressed against my center.
Sin grinds me against him, his hard length rubbing against my clit. I arch at the pleasure, and he swallows my moans as heat builds low in my core. It feels as though my nerve endings are hyper-sensitive, lighting up everywhere he touches. The atmosphere around us is electric. It’s as if it’s charged by the desire that flows between us.
When Sin releases my lips, I tug at his hair to pull him back. But he ignores my silent plea and places heated kisses down my neck instead. I gasp as he hits the sensitive spot below my ear.
“I won’t give Hades a full show, kitten. I don’t share what’s mine,” he whispers between kisses. He lets go of my thigh, but instead of pulling away fromme, his fingers graze at the top of my pants, his fingers teasing just below the fabric.
I whimper, needing more, and Sin licks at the junction of my neck and collarbone as his fingers dip beneath my pants.
“Please, Sin,” I whimper, begging him for more.
Sin groans, “Fuck, you do things to me when you beg. What do you need, kitten?”
I grind against his hand, but he stills, not giving me what I crave. “Please,” I whimper again, not at all ashamed that I am begging this man to touch me.
“Words, kitten,” he growls, his mouth leaving my neck. “I’m not going to touch you unless you use your words.”
I growl in frustration at the feeling of his hand so close to my center, and my hands leave his hair to claw down his shoulders.
Sin chuckles and nips my neck, drawing a choked moan from me. “Tell me what you want.”
My cheeks flame, but given our current location, I guess the earth really did open up and swallow me whole. When Sin doesn’t budge, I relent. “Touch me, please, get me off.” My voice comes out breathless.
Sin groans against my neck, “So fucking hot.”
His hand dips lower and grazes against my clit. I arch into the touch as he starts sucking at the sensitive part of my neck, where he marked me just a few days prior. His fingers draw soft circles against my clit, and I moan at the contact.
“Shhhh,” Sin whispers, “We don’t want the guards finding us, kitten. You need to be quiet if you want to come.”
I whimper but do as he says, clamping a hand over my mouth.
In response to my now muffled moans, Sin’s fingers dip lower to skim at my soaked slit. He makes a guttural sound as his fingers tease just at the edge. “Always fucking soaked for me. Fuck, I can’t wait to ruin you.”
At his words, I feel myself growing even wetter. Sin notices, his fingers still teasing at my opening, driving me crazy. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I won’t be gentle. I’m going to wreck you so that you won’t remember what it feels like not to have me inside of you. And then I’ll do it again and again, making you come so hard that you forget how to breathe. I want you fucking shattered, kitten. I want every piece of you fused to me because that’s where they belong. Is that what you want?”
His fingers are driving me to the brink of insanity, and my body grows impossibly more heated at his words.
Fuck, there must be something wrong with me. I should be running in the opposite direction, but instead, I crave every one of his dark promises.
I want it. So badly.
