“Is that a yes?” I ask, arching a brow.
“You fucking ruin me, kitten. You own every last piece of me, including the shredded pieces of my self-control. Of course it’s a fucking yes,” he growls.
Excitement surges through me, but when I try to slide down, his grip on me only tightens. “Oh no. Not here. I mean it, kitten. If you want this, then I’m getting us the fuck out of here, because if someone tries to come between us when I have my cock down your throat, I might kill them.”
Death threats shouldnotturn me on.
And yet, here we are.
His eyes flare, likely feeling my arousal. “I need to hear you say the words. Tell me that’s what you want,” he chokes out in a low voice.
“Ye–” I start.
“Sin? Vivian? We know you’re over there,” a voice calls. It’s Morgana.
My eyes widen, but Sin doesn’t make a move to let me go.
“Say the word, kitten,” he pleads, ignoring her.
“This is urgent business regarding the war effort,” Ragna adds in a sterner tone.
I sigh, defeated, letting my forehead fall against Sin’s. “We can’t.”
His fingers tighten around me almost imperceptibly, but it only lasts for a second before he slowly sets me back on the ground.
But I guess he isn’t quite ready to let me go, since instead of stepping away, his hands come up to the marble column on either side of me.
Yet again, my pulse flutters. “Uhm, yes, okay. We’ll meet you at the gardens. We’ll just be a minute,” I add, trying not to sound flustered.
“Like teenagers,” Ragna complains as their voices fade away.
Sin’s eyes are closed, and he’s taking deep, measured breaths. When he finally opens them again, he still looks half-wild from lust.
“Ready?” I ask, grinning, because clearly, I’m a monster who likes the fact that I have this effect on him.
Just as I’m about to duck under his arm, his hand darts out and wraps around my neck. The movement is so fast that it’s almost a blur, but he doesn’t add any pressure, allowing me to gasp.
“Not quite,” he answers.
His gaze is still feral when it locks on mine, but no part of me is afraid. He waits a beat, watching for any sign that I don’t want this.
I shouldn’t want this. We’re on the brink of war, and the right thing to do would be to go meet the others. But Sin’s touch feels like home, and I’m desperate for more.
The moment I decide, his grip tightens, and his fingers dip below my pants. He brushes against my clit, and I arch against him, soundlessly begging for more.
A shuddering growl escapes him when he finds me soaked. “I am hanging on by a fucking thread, kitten. Two taps. Give me two taps, because that’s the only way I’m going to let you go without tasting you.” Hisvoice is urgent, like he’s trying to give me one more chance to escape him.
His fingers hover just over my slit, and my body feels molten from the heat coursing through me.
I’m not going anywhere.
I lift my hips, trying to take him inside me, and the last threads of control he was holding onto fracture.
“Fuck,” Sin growls, before plunging two fingers inside me.
He doesn’t go slow. He claims my pleasure like he’s starved for it, making me writhe against him. “You’re so fucking beautiful. You are fucking temptation incarnate.”
Small circles dot the edges of my vision, and the pressure coiling inside me builds to a dizzying peak.
