“I fucking crave you.”
Thrust.
“The way you taste, the way your walls squeeze me, the sounds you make when you shatter for me. You fucking haunt me.”
Thrust.
Each time, he slams into me deeper and tightens his grip on the collar until soon, my breath is completely cut off.
“Every Fates-damned time you challenge me, it makes it worse. Because all it does is remind me–”
Thrust.
“How beautifully you’re going to melt for me when I’m buried inside of you.”
His pace grows faster, and he snarls against my ear, “Because I fucking love it. I love that smart mouth. I love the fire in your eyes, and the fury you try so damn hard to tame.”
He pauses, just long enough for the breath I can’t take. “You fucking wreck me.”
With that, his thrusts become wild and punishingly hard. “Your body is my altar, and I will worship it with my every breath. Because I am fucking yours. Whether you claim me or not, my soul is alreadyyours.”
His words detonate something in me.
My orgasm crashes through me, the waves raw and violent. I want to scream, to tell Sin that I’m his, that I claim every part of him. But he doesn’t let go of my collar, doesn’t let me make a sound.
My release triggers his own, and he lets out a low groan as he spills his seed inside of me.
Only once I start to come down does he ease his grip on my collar, letting me suck in a gasp. He holds me against him, and I can feel his heart beating wildly through his chest.
My breaths are ragged, and reality crashes back fast. A bolt of anxiety fires through me at how close I just came to letting him break his soul for me.
Shame wells up in my gut. “Sin, I–”
“Don’t, kitten.” His voice is hoarse. “Don’t you dare fucking regret this.” He presses his face into my hair and takes a shuddering inhale. “I need you to claim me, kitten. I need you to fuckingchooseme.”
There’s a vulnerability in his tone that tears at the fragments of my soul, grinding them into dust. The emotional whiplash leaves me reeling.
I’ve never told Sin that I love him out loud. It’s something I regretted every day after Leon took me. And even now, I haven’t said it, because I don’t want him to feel pressured to lie about his own feelings.
But maybe he needs to hear it. Maybe some part of him needs to know that even if I can’t take his soul, he already has my heart.
That I’m doing this because I will always choose him.
I open my mouth to tell him as much when he turns sharply toward the bar. “Target is moving, kitten.”
Chapter 47
Vivian’s Point of View
Rule forty-seven:If a place looks like the setup for a horror movie, maybe don’t enter?
Sin and I follow the redhead down a dark corridor. The walls are lined with bodies grinding up against each other. The lights here are lower, but I swear I see a flash of fangs digging into someone’s neck.
I swallow, suddenly thinking a turtleneck with a scarf would make great sex club attire.
A row of spikes along my collar could also work.
The corridor opens to a large, much darker room, and the atmosphere shifts. Music from the main floor is muted, creating a low, reverberating hum.
