I won't. I increase the pace, my mouth relentless on her clit, my fingers thrusting deep. Her body tenses, coiling like a spring, and then she shatters. Her orgasm crashes over her, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, her juices flooding my tongue. I drink her in, lapping up every drop, prolonging her pleasure until she's writhing, oversensitive and begging for mercy.
But mercy isn't on the menu tonight. I rise, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my eyes locked on hers. She's flushed, chest heaving, looking at me like I'm her god. It fuels the beast inside me. I strip off my jeans and boxers, my cock springing free. Fuck. It’s hard, thick, and veined with need. Her eyes widen, taking me in, and she licks her lips unconsciously.
I climb onto the bed, covering her body with mine. My weight presses her into the mattress, and she wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer. Our mouths crash together in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling, teeth nipping. She tastes herself on me, and it only heightens the heat between us.
"Condom?" she murmurs against my lips.
I nod, reaching for the nightstand where I stashed a few earlier—my brothers thinking they’re funny when they gave them to me. Wishful thinking, but now it's a reality. I sheath myself quickly, and then position myself at her entrance. The tip of my cock nudges her entrance, and I pause, savoring the anticipation.
"Tell me you want this," I demand, my voice a low rumble.
"I want you, Sin. All of you."
That's all I need. I thrust into her in one powerful stroke, burying myself to the hilt. She's tight, so fucking tight, gripping me like a vice. A groan rips from my throat, pleasure exploding throughme. I've never felt anything this good, this right. Like she was made for me.
I start moving, slow at first, letting her adjust. But my control— what's left of it— is fraying. I pull back almost all the way, then slam in again, deeper, harder. She meets me thrust for thrust, her nails raking down my back, leaving marks I'll wear like badges.
"Fuck, Rowan... you're perfect." I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent—lavender and sweat—as I pound into her. The bed creaks under us, the headboard thumping against the wall in rhythm with our bodies.
She moans my name, her hands are everywhere… my shoulders, my ass, urging me on. I shift angles, hitting that sweet spot inside her, and she gasps, her walls fluttering around me. Sweat slicks our skin, making every slide deliciously frictionless.
I flip us over suddenly, pulling her on top. She straddles me, her breasts bouncing as she rides me. I grip her hips, guiding her, but she's in control now—or thinks she is. Her hands brace on my chest, nails digging in as she grinds down, taking me deeper.
"Yes, like that," I growl, thrusting up to meet her. One hand snakes between us, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing circles. She's close again. I can feel it in the way she tightens.
"Come for me, baby. Let go."
She does, her head thrown back, a cry echoing through the room. Her pussy milks me, wave after wave, and it's too much. I follow her over the edge, my release barreling through me like a freight train. I spill into the condom, hips jerking, vision blurring with ecstasy.
We collapse together, breaths ragged, bodies entwined. The storm outside mirrors the one we've just weathered, but inside, there's a fragile peace. I hold her close, knowing this changes everything. No-strings? Bullshit. I'm already tangled.
But for now, in this moment, it's enough.
TEN
ROWAN
Sunlight slips through the gaps in the curtains, painting stripes across the bed. I blink awake, my body nestled against Sin's solid form. His arm curls around my waist, holding me close, his chest a warm wall at my back. His breath puffs steadily against my hair, and for the first time in years, maybe ever, I feel this deep, unshakable happiness. No worries gnaw at me, no shadows from my past life. Just this moment, safe in his embrace. Safer than I've ever been, like nothing can touch me here.
I shift slowly, careful not to disturb him. He mumbles something in sleep, his hold loosening just enough for me to turn and face him. His face is peaceful, the usual tension gone, making him look younger. Dark stubble covers his jaw, and his lips part slightly. My gaze travels down his body, over the ridges of his abs, to the V of his hips. The thin sheet tents a bit lower down, hinting at morning arousal. Heat pools in my core as I remember last night. As I remember his hands, his mouth, and the way he took me apart.
Gently, I pull the sheet away, exposing him completely. He's half-hard, his cock thick and veined, resting against his thigh.It twitches under my stare, and a thrill shoots through me. I've never woken a man like this, but with Sin, I want to. I need to taste him, to start the day with his pleasure.
I slide down the bed, settling between his legs. His thighs are powerful, corded with muscle. I lean in, my breath warm on his skin. He stirs but doesn't wake. My hand wraps around the base, stroking lightly, feeling him harden fully in my grasp. The head flushes darker, a bead of precum forming. I lick it away, savoring the salty tang. Then I take him into my mouth, lips stretching around his girth. I suck slowly at first, tongue swirling the underside, taking more of him inch by inch.
He groans low in his throat, hips shifting. I glance up and his eyes are still closed. Emboldened, I bob my head, hand twisting in rhythm with my mouth. Wet sounds fill the quiet room, my saliva coating him. He grows even harder, filling my mouth completely. I hum around him, the vibration drawing another groan.
Suddenly, his fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tight. His eyes fly open, dark with lust. "Fuck, Rowan," he rasps, voice gravelly from sleep. Before I can pull back or deepen my suction, he yanks me up his body. In one fluid move, he rolls us, pinning me beneath him. His weight crushes me into the mattress, his erection hot and insistent against my thigh.
"You trying to kill me?" he mutters, mouth crashing onto mine. The kiss is brutal, all tongue and teeth. It’s devouring. I taste myself on him from last night, mixed with his own flavor. His hands roam roughly— one pinning my wrists above my head, the other shoving between my thighs. Fingers find me, already slick, and thrust inside without warning. I arch, moaning into his mouth as he pumps them deep, curling to hit that spot that makes me see stars.
"So wet already," he growls, breaking the kiss to bite my neck. His teeth sink in, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Pain flares, blending with pleasure, making me grind against his hand.
"Sin," I gasp, legs spreading wider.
He withdraws his fingers, slick with me, and positions his cock at my entrance. “Birth control?”
I nod. “Yes and I’m clean.”
