I take the opportunity to pull myself higher so our faces are only an inch apart, and my forehead leans against his.
“I’m completely sober, Sin. I’ve been drinking water from a flask all night,” I whisper against his lips.
Sin’s eyes flare for just a second before his mouth claims mine. His lips are hot, and he wastes no time before his tongue pushes into my mouth, fucking my mouth. I kiss him just as passionately, tugging at his hair to draw him impossibly closer. Sin’s hands move from my waist to my ass, and he lifts me so that my core is pressed directly against his rigid cock.
I moan at the contact, wrapping my legs around him and rolling my hips to grind against him.
Sin growls at my movement, his fingers digging into me as he presses his thickness into my folds, the action pulling another moan from me.
Releasing my lips, Sin kisses a hot trail down my neck. “What do you want, kitten?” he asks before biting at the sensitive flesh.
“You,” I answer breathlessly. “All of you.”
Sin sucks at the bite mark, reddening it further before he murmurs, “Be specific.”
I whimper at the sensation and grind myself against him again, hoping that will get the message across. But Sin doesn’t budge, licking at my neck.
Groaning, I ignore the heat in my cheeks to grit out, “Sex, Sin. I want to have sex with you.”
Sin releases my neck, a low rumble sounding in his chest. “Fuck, I like those words coming out of your mouth.”
I remember how much he likes me begging and think to add, “Please, Sin?”
Sin groans, and I swear he grows even harder against me. He doesn’t move, his eyes locking on mine. “Last chance, kitten. If we do this, you’re mine. I won’t be able to let you go,” he warns.
My heart beats almost painfully in my chest, and the electric hum between us grows stronger. “I want you. You’re mine, Sin.”
Sin’s eyes darken, but still, he doesn’t move. “I’m fucking starved for you. I’m going to make you come until you can’t keep your eyes open. And even then, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. Is that what you want?” His voice is so low I feel it vibrating deep within me.
“Yes. Please, yes,” I answer, almost panting.
“Your safe word is pineapple, sweetheart. And if you can’t use your words, it’s two sharp taps against me, understood?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes.”
Sin smiles, but it’s full of dark promises and intent.
I respond by grinding against him, trying to angle his cock so he can slide into me.
He chuckles, the sound sinfully low, as he pulls me back, stopping my efforts. “Oh no, kitten. I’ve been thinking about fucking you almost non-stop. The first time I’m inside of you tonight, it won’t be in the ocean. It’s going to be in my bed, where you haunt my dreams. And it won’t be until after I’ve heard you scream my name.”
My breath catches just as Sin apparates us off the beach.
Chapter 44
Rule forty-four:Do not say pineapple.
We land in his room a breath later, with Sin still holding me against him. His balcony door is open, and moonlight streams into the room, illuminating the darkness.
Sin claims my mouth for another bruising kiss, only this time, he’s lost his usual control. The kiss is desperate, our teeth clashing as he walks us to his bed. He doesn’t stop until he has me on my back, lying over his blankets. He breaks our kiss to kiss a path down my neck but doesn’t stop at my collarbone. He continues lower, and I arch my back in response.
Sin’s mouth reaches my nipple, and he licks, teasing the sensitive peak. I start to pull at his hair, desperate for more, but Sin stops me. “Hands above your head, kitten. If they leave the headboard,I’m tying you up.”
More heat courses through me at his command, and I nod, resting them over my head.
Sin sucks my nipple into his mouth, eliciting a gasp from me before releasing it. “That’s my good girl. Let me use you.”
I moan, and Sin sucks on my nipple again, rolling it with his tongue until finally he bites hard. I scream, arching off the bed. My thighs clench around him even harder, the pain causing a jolt of pleasure that I feel right to my pussy.
