Maybe I didn't deserve Sin, but I was tired of running away from the things I wanted, and I wanted him with every fiber of my being. Beyond that… any other emotions I might be feeling could be dealt with later.
I stood slowly and crossed the small room on wobbly legs to stand before him.
“Rain?” There was so much hesitation in his voice.
I closed the gap between us and placed my hands against the door on either side of his face. I was tall, but he was taller, and while I much preferred being on the other side of this position, right then I needed him to know I was in control.
“We can talk later,” I said, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “All you need to know right now is that I want you, Sin.” I pulled back enough to see his reaction.
A whirlwind of emotions ran across his face. Disbelief. Longing. Arousal. And finally that familiar smirk that was so definitively Sin.
“Whatever the princess desires.”
Then his mouth was on mine, devouring me with the hunger of a starved animal. Wrapping his arms around me, he flipped us and slammed me back against his bedroom door. His tongue warred with mine, and I didn’t care who won so long as I got to taste every inch of him.
His knee snaked between my legs, pushing them apart and causing my robe to slide open. He surged forward, his muscular thigh pressing against my center.
A moan slipped out, a desperate plea for more friction in that perfect spot.
He pulled his lips from mine, and a look of pure male satisfaction dominated his face. “Gods, Rain, your panties are already soaked.”
“I know,” I breathed out, unashamed of how strongly he affected me. I slid my hand down his taut chest and cupped him through his breeches. “I was thinking about you before I came here.”
He covered my hand with his own, making me squeeze him harder. “Is that so?” he mused, kissing and nipping the spot just below my ear. “And what were you doing while thinking about me?” His hand slid off mine to travel up my waist, stopping only when it reached my breasts.
I arched into him and whispered, “I was touching myself.”
The groan that escaped him was equal parts pain and pleasure. He captured my mouth again as he tore the robe from around my shoulders. His arms snaked around my back and pulled me into him tighter, sliding one of my legs up around his waist. The action brought my aching core closer to the thick bulge under his breeches, but I was still a few inches shy of where I wanted to be.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he growled. His hand gripped my ass, and he pulled me up so both of my legs were wrapped tightly around his midsection.
I rubbed my drenched panties against him, relishing the exquisite contact that came with this new position. Yanking his tunic up and over his broad shoulders, I lowered my head to run kisses down the corded muscles of his neck. “Tell me,” I urged, needing to hear that he felt the same way I did.
“I was useless today,” he replied, fisting my hair just hard enough to skate that line between agony and ecstasy. “I couldn’t train. I couldn't speak with my soldiers. I couldn’t do anything but think of you. I spent half the day painfully aroused, reliving the memory of you coming undone beneath me and imagining how it would feel it if were my cock instead of my fingers that brought you such pleasure.”
I nipped the outer shell of his ear. “Who taught you such a dirty word?”
He laughed, a low sensual sound that only added fuel to the fire between my legs. “You have no idea what I know, Fea Remia.”
He leaned forward and swirled his tongue around the taut peak that poked through the thin fabric of my bra. I pressed into him and he sucked it into his mouth.
“Show me,” I moaned. “I want all of it. All of you.”
The tension on my scalp relaxed as his hand moved away from my hair, instead travelling south to dip inside my panties. Heabandoned my breast so his lips could find mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth just as he stroked his fingers languidly through my wet heat, causing every muscle in my body to tighten in anticipation.
I cried out, rolling my hips faster, urging him to do more, to take more. But right as I approached the edge, he released his grip on my ass and set me down on unsteady legs.
A pathetic whimper slipped out, but before I could complain, he dropped to his knees. Looking down at him, I nearly came just from the sight of such a powerful fighter kneeling before me.
He returned my heated gaze, gave me a sinful grin, then ripped my panties off with his bare hands.
In seconds, I was back on the edge, my body begging for the satisfaction only he could give me. “Sin,” I breathed out. "I won’t last much longer.”
With maddening slowness, he trailed kisses from my knee to my inner thigh, closer, ever closer, to where I burned for him. “Relax, Fea Remia. We have all night. And I do mean, all night. There are so very many naughty things I want to do to you, and I won't be denied this time.”
He swirled his tongue over my sensitive clit, and my knees started to buckle. Suddenly, without a hint of warning, he swept me up into his arms and tossed me onto the bed.
Bouncing from the rough throw, I almost begged him to do it again. At nearly six feet tall I’d never been with someone who made me feel small or dainty in the physical sense, and I craved more of it. For the first time in my life, I begged to be dominated in a way that made me feel wanted instead of weak. Sin didn't treat me like a broken doll. He treated me like someone who could take everything he had to give and more.
