The words ignite something fierce in me, and I rock my hips experimentally, drawing a hiss from him.
That's his cue. He starts moving, shallow rolls at first, pulling out just a little before sinking back in, letting my body adjust to the rhythm.
Each thrust drags his thick cock along my sensitive walls. His pace quickens gradually, deeper now, the wet sounds filling the cabin, mingling with his low moans and my breathy gasps.
One hand braces beside my head, the other slides between us, thumb finding my clit and rubbing firm circles that make me keen, arching into him.
Our bodies move in sync, sweat-slick skin sliding together, my nails raking down his back, leaving red trails that spur him on.
He pushes into me harder, hips snapping with controlled power, cock hitting that spot inside me over and over until I'm spiraling, the tension coiling unbearably tight.
“Come for me again,” he demands softly, voice wrecked with desire. “Let me feel you, sweetheart. Milk my cock, show me how much you love this.”
His words tip me over, my pussy clamping down around him as ecstasy rips through me, sharper and more intense than before. I cry out his name, body convulsing, and it's enough to shatter his control.
With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, cock swelling as he comes, hot spurts of cum flooding me, marking me from the inside out.
He grinds against me through it, prolonging our shared release, until we're both spent, collapsing in a tangle of limbs.
Sin doesn't pull out right away, staying seated deep inside me as our breaths even out, his arms wrapping around me protectively.
“You're mine now. So brave, so strong. I could stay like this forever.”
The truth is that I could stay like this forever too.
Chapter 7
Ruby
Myeyesflutteropento the dim glow of the dying fire. Sin's arm is heavy across my waist, his chest rising and falling against my back. We're tangled on the couch, skin to skin. His warmth seeps into me, but there's a sticky reminder between my thighs.
I shift a little, careful not to wake him. The cabin air feels cooler now, clinging to our sweat.
My muscles ache in the best way, a dull throb from how he stretched me, filled me. I bite my lip, remembering the way he groaned my name.
A shower.
Yeah, I need that.
To wash off, to feel clean again.
I ease his arm off, sliding forward inch by inch. The couch creaks softly under me.
Sin stirs behind me. His hand finds my hip, fingers splaying possessively.
“Going somewhere?” His voice is rough with sleep, lips brushing my shoulder.
“Just... shower,” I murmur, glancing back.
His eyes are half-open, dark and lazy, but already heating up as he takes in my naked body.
He doesn't let go. Instead, he sits up, pulling me with him until I'm tucked against his side.
His cock twitches against my thigh, half-hard already.
“Not without me.”
I laugh quietly, heat flushing my cheeks. “You don't have to—"
