Getting up, I follow him until we’re inches apart. “Ineedyou. Every time I close my eyes, all I can feel is him. Help me erase the memories. Claim me so completely that your touch is the only thing my body remembers.” My eyes turn pleading as they hold his. “Take back what he stole.”
Something dark and possessive flickers across Sin’s face, and the room glows a faint red. A shiver of anticipation trails down my spine.
His eyes flare like he felt my response, and his hands flex once before he whispers, “Safe word, kitten. I am going to reclaim every piece of you, but if you need me to stop, say it. You’re in control here. Understood?”
Heat surges through me, and I instinctively press my thighs together.
My answer comes without any hesitation. “Yes.”
Chapter 37
Vivian’s Point of View
Rule thirty-seven:Take back what was stolen.
Tension ripples beneath Sin’s skin, like he’s physically restraining himself even as he reaches for me. Wild need burns in his gaze, but his touch is light as he cups the back of my neck to press his lips against mine.
He kisses me like I’m something precious, and it catches me off guard. I expect him to devour me, to throw me onto the bed and claim me with feral abandon.
There’s safety in that kind of passion. It’s the kind that lets me forget every other thought.
But this…
Every movement is slow and deliberate as he pulls my shirt off. His gaze is like a brand as he tracks every inch of my exposed skin. It feels like I’m baring my soul as he takes in the evidence of Leon’s assault.
Mouth-shaped bruises still linger on my thighs, and I fight the urge to look away in shame. His hands go still, hovering just over my skin, and a rock settles in my stomach.
He’s spotted them.
Shadows fall over his features, but there’s no fear or uncertainty there. His expression promises unbridled suffering for the person who dared to touch me. His tattoos flare, reminding me of the rage hovering just below the surface.
Rageforme.
His reaction soothes me, grounding me in the present. And even though I’m looking at the stains of Leon’s touch, no flashbacks come.
A shudder ripples through Sin’s body before the red glow dims once more. His lips ghost over my collarbone, and I tilt my head back in a wordless invitation. He continues his tender assault, trailing soft kisses down my body.
Warmth blossoms under my skin as his fingers skim over my sides to span my waist. Every touch is featherlight, and my nerve endings are already hypersensitive, yearning for more.
My breath catches when he kneels before me, his molten gaze flicking up to meet mine. But instead of ravishing me, his lip quirks up before he continues to trail kisses down my thighs.
I almost groan. I don’t want gentle.
I want to drown in him until I forget how to feel.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I gently tug, wordlessly urging him to stop teasing. When I feel him grin against my leg in response, I start to squirm. Mythighs rub together as I try to create some semblance of friction.
A low hum rumbles up from Sin as he grips my thighs, stilling my movements.
“Impatient, kitten?” He asks, looking up at me with a wicked smirk.
At the sight of him between my legs, the heat that’s been steadily building within me ignites into an inferno. Memories of Sin claiming me with his mouth flash by, and the anticipation is almost dizzying.
Until they’re interrupted by the briefest glimpse of cold, blue eyes. It’s enough to send a chill through me.
Swallowing, I let my hands fall to my sides. My mind has too much room to think when Sin is gentle.
I need to forget.
