Page 54 of The Sin Eater


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"More," he gasped. "Please, Elio, I need more."

"Not yet. You're not ready yet."

I added a third finger. Stretched him thoroughly while he made desperate sounds and gripped the sheets. When I was satisfied he could take me, I pulled my fingers out.

Julian whimpered at the loss.

"Patience," I said. "There's one more thing I want to do first."

"What—oh God—"

I'd replaced my fingers with my tongue.

Julian nearly came off the bed. "Elio—what are you—that's—"

I looked up at him. "Tell me to stop if you don't like it."

"Don't stop. Oh God, don't stop."

I went back down. Used my tongue to open him further. To make him ready. To drive him absolutely crazy with sensation.

Julian was incoherent by the time I pulled back. Flushed and trembling and completely overwhelmed.

"Please," he begged. "Please, Elio, I need you inside me. I can't take any more of this."

"You can take it. But I think you're ready now."

I rolled on a condom. Slicked myself thoroughly. Positioned myself at his entrance.

"Look at me," I said. "I want to see you."

His eyes opened. Met mine. Dark and desperate and trusting.

"This might hurt at first," I warned. "Tell me if you need me to stop."

"I will. Just—please—"

I pushed inside slowly. Just the head. Julian's whole body tensed.

"Breathe," I reminded him. "Relax into it."

He took a shaky breath. Tried to relax. I pushed in further. Slowly. Watching his face for signs of real pain.

His expression showed discomfort. Pressure. Fullness. But not agony. Not the kind of pain that meant I should stop.

"Talk to me," I said. "How does it feel?"

"Full. Strange. Not exactly painful but—intense. So intense." His hands came up to grip my shoulders. "Keep going. I want all of you."

I pushed in further. Inch by inch. Giving him time to adjust. When I was fully seated, we both groaned.

"God, Julian. You feel incredible."

"So full. I didn't know—I couldn't imagine—" He shifted experimentally. Gasped. "Oh. That's—do that again."

I pulled back slowly. Pushed in again. Angling to hit his prostate. Julian cried out and dug his nails into my shoulders.

"That's it. Feel it. Let yourself feel everything."