“Anything.” I owed Corym big time, so I would do pretty much whatever he wanted.
There was so much vulnerability in his wide eyes and hunched posture as he whispered, “Do not hurt him, Princess. Sin has suffered much in his life, and I know he has his secrets, but… he is a good male. Please, do not break his heart.”
I swallowed roughly and shifted uncomfortably. Corym had asked for the one thing that I couldn’t promise. “I would never want to hurt him,” I replied, but I couldn’t bring myself to give him any more than that.
Corym nodded in understanding. “That will have to do then. Thank you, Princess. For bringing joy back into his life.”
I didn’t bother to correct him. To tell him that Sin was the one who brought me back to life. Every day since I arrived here, I thought of nothing but going home to Jenn. Now, I mostly thought of Sin. Of the times when we were together, and how perfect it felt to be in his arms. Mostly I thought about how he never once made me feel broken or damaged.
He was the light in my life, not the other way around.
I smiled at Corym and closed the door to his office. Finding Sin waiting out in the hall, I couldn’t stop myself from rushing over to him. Our kiss was slow and gentle at first, but quickly became deep and demanding. It was torture to pull away from him, but anyone could turn the corner and find us.
“What did Corym want?” Sin asked, running his thumb over my swollen lip.
I hesitated, then said, “He told me not to break your heart.”
Sin eyes shuttered at the solemn words. When he opened them, a fire not unlike my own burned bright. “And what did you say? Are you going to crush me, Fea Remia?”
“Not on purpose,” I answered truthfully, forcing myself to meet his gaze.
He gave a shallow nod as if confirming he was aware of this very dangerous game we were planning. “In that case, let’s enjoy the time we have.” He tugged on my hand, and I followed him toward the entrance to the Laneum.
“Wait here,” he whispered as he edged around the corner. “Off to the left is a huge boulder. Behind it is a gap in the stone. It’s narrow, but we can squeeze through. We just need to wait until the attendant's back is turned.”
I nodded, and we waited in silence for so long I was starting to wonder if we should abandon the plan. I was about to say as much when Sin tugged on my arm. “Now.”
We dashed into the cavern, and I tried to keep as quiet as possible as he dragged me off to the left and around the massive stone. Thick and twisted veins of obsidian ran through the muted gray rocks of the roughhewn wall, and I did a double take as Sin disappeared through one. I approached it cautiously and realized that the gap in the wall was cleverly disguised as merely another vein of black stone.
Turning sideways, I slipped through the narrow space, my breasts scraping against the wall. For the first time in my life I was actually grateful they were relatively small. I eased my way through roughly ten feet or so of tight stone corridor before I popped out on the other side, and Sin grabbed me as I pitched forward into the open space.
“Well that was fun,” I muttered into the ominous darkness that now swallowed me.
“It’s okay,” Sin said. “I’ve been through these tunnels many times and can likely find the way in the dark.” He pressed himself tightly against me and added, his voice a sultry whisper in the shadows, “If you’d like to make it easier for yourselfthough, and create a little light, I wouldn’t say no.” He nipped my ear as punctuation.
“I can’t,” I said, my voice taking on a husky tone as he pressed kisses against my neck. My inability to see him only heightened the sensation of his lips against my skin. “I’ve tried. It just sort of comes out when I’m angry or…”
“Aroused?” Sin purred. His ability to soak my panties with a single word should be considered magic all its own. He guided me backward until I hit a wall of rock, and his hand began a leisurely journey south. “I don’t want to make you mad.”
“Me neither,” I gasped out as his fingers reached the top of my leggings.
“Which only leaves one option…” His hand slipped under the waistband of my leggings, and he clasped a hand over my mouth to keep me from crying out. “Hush, Fea Remia. We’re not far enough away. Someone could hear you.” He ran a single finger through my wet center, and I arched into his touch. “I need you to be a good girl and keep quiet.” His finger dipped inside me. “Can you do that? Can you be a good girl for me?”
I nodded. I would have promised him anything at that point.
“Then prove it,” Sin growled softly into my ear as he plunged another finger inside me and used his thumb to rub the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs.
I nearly bit my tongue off to keep from crying out. My flames started to burn inside me as the orgasm built, and I shoved at Sin to get him to back away.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, pumping his fingers faster and faster, curling them up inside me to hit my favorite angle. “I trust you. Control your fire. I know you can.”
It was the most perfect kind of torture, and I wanted to give in to the pleasure, allowing myself to burn in the heaven that was Sin. His words locked themselves into my brain, though.
“I trust you.”
At the last second, just as the orgasm spilled through me, I pulled at the fire under my skin, drawing it up my legs, up my torso and out along just my arms.
I threw my hands above my head as they erupted in flames.
