A moment later, I bite his lower lip, smiling at his answering growl.“Stop trying to distract me,”I say in my mind, not letting him go.
“If you keep biting me, you’re going to find out exactly how well I can distract you,”he answers, grinding his already hard cock against my ass.
I grin, still not releasing him, and suck on his lip instead. He groans, and I only release him when his hold on me loosens. I take that opportunity to duck out of his grip and dart back a few steps.
His eyes flash, and pure feral hunger thrums down the bond. The intensity makes my knees weak, and he prowls closer.
“Chase her.”
“Catch her.”
“Lick her sweet pussy until the only name she remembers is yours.”
His thoughts send another bolt of heat through me.
This man is pure temptation, but I’m not getting distracted again.
I raise my hand before he reaches me. “Wait.”
He stops immediately, and his chest presses against my fingers. Energy crackles where we touch, and relief flows through the bond the moment we make contact.
“Need to touch. Make sure she doesn’t disappear.”His thoughts sound slightly panicked.
Something warm fills my chest.
Oh yeah, we’re definitely toxically codependent.
No regrets.
“I need a shower,” I state, still not moving my hand. Heat flashes through the bond, and I smirk. “And you’re not joining me unless we talk about the Fates.”
His hands twitch like he wants to reach for me, but he fists them behind his back. “The Fates won’t cut a life thread before the premeasured time.”
“So, they aren’t an immediate threat?” I ask, even as relief floods me.
He grins, but it isn’t an amused expression.
It’s predatory.
“No, you don’t need to worry about the Fates right now,” he notes in a low voice as he takes another step toward me.
Instinctively, I take a step back, and he cocks his head to the side, eyes devouring me.
“But if you keep making me chase you,” he growls, “I’m going to show you just how loud you can scream when you come undone for me.”
Adrenaline and excitement flood me, and it takes me less than a heartbeat to make the mature choice.
I bolt.
“How are you still functional? Did you even sleep last night?” I ask, before taking another bite of my sandwich.
We’ve finally stopped fucking long enough to eat after a much-needed shower.
The dining room is empty, save for us, but I’m still sitting on his lap. I can already feel him hardening against my thighs.
Sin moves my hair to one side and presses a kiss to the back of my neck. “You didn’t tell me to stop.”
I choke at the implication. He hands me a glass of water, and I gulp it down.
