Page 195 of Sinister

“You’re so goddamn sweet, fuck.”

His fingers circle my clit, teasingly slipping in and out of my wet opening.

“Do you want me inside you?” Sin groans into my neck. “Do you want me to pleasure you? We could stay in bed the whole day, and I would get to know every inch of you.”

His fingers increase their pace, and the ache builds inside me so that I am gasping and moaning wildly. More than anything, his words set loose some feral spirit inside me, because I pull his face close to mine and almost take a bite of his lips.

“Don’t stop,” I murmur into his mouth, hitching my leg up slightly to whatever angle my rather enlarged belly will let me. “Oh God, don’t stop!” There’s a note of entreaty in my voice, and maybe it’s not even addressed to Sin. Maybe I’m just praying to the universe at this point.

“Not God. There is no god in this room, Petra. Just me. Say my name, sweet thing,” he growls in my ear.

“Sin, Sin, Sin,” I moan.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. So fucking hot and ready for me.”

He continues to perform an assault on my senses, his fingers digging so deep inside of me, it borders on painful. I never thought of myself as a masochist, but the bite of pain that accompanies the pleasure only increases my arousal.

“More,” I gasp.

Just as I teeter on the cusp of what promises to be an earth-shattering climax, he stops.

“I need to fuck you. I need inside you so badly.”

“Yes, yes,” I chant, unable to recognize my own lust-filled voice. “Please.” Anything to take off this edge, to fill this emptiness inside me.

We both struggle with his belt and then the zipper of his pants. I reach inside and wrap my hand around him, hard, hot, and so ready.

If I’d been in my right mind and not so overwhelmed by desire, I would have slowed things down to study him more, to get to know that part of him that’s already been inside of me.

I would have marveled at the sheer size of him, just as daunting as the first time, at the softness that belies that hardness. Now, I only shiver in anticipation, knowing that he will not only fill this aching emptiness inside of me, but his size will bring just the right amount of pain to complement the pleasure.

He’s mine. This man is all mine. A wave of possessiveness pierces through me at knowing I’m the only one who’s ever touched him like this, who’s ever seen this side of him. It’s so unlike me that I have a hard time tempering it down.

Somehow, I know instinctively that if he ever strayed, things could get bloody. Am I a violent person? No, not really. But for him, I’ll make an exception.

“Don’t you ever dare look at another woman, Sin,” I warn as I tighten my hold on his cock in a warning.

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. It seems I’m not the only one turned on by a bit of pain. “Keep saying that, Petra, and I’ll spend right here and now.”

“Is that so?” I drawl seductively.

“Never looked at another,” he says between gritted teeth. “Never will. Only you. Only ever you.”

“Good boy,” I murmur against his mouth as he nibbles on my lips.

“I love it when you’re jealous. I love it when you lay your claim on me.” He drags my lower lip into his mouth as his eyes find mine in the darkness.

I continue to move my hand up and down his cock while his fingers are still inside me, drawing out this torture.

“But make no mistake, Petra. I am just the same, if not worse. You have no idea what I’m capable of. For you. For us. For this.”

“What?” I ask in a breathless voice.

“I’d sell out the entire universe for you,” he whispers.

A sudden noise slices through the night—an eerie, heavy rustling that chills my heated body almost immediately.

I pull back instinctively, withdrawing my hands from Sin’s pants and pushing his hands away from between my legs.