Page 206 of Sinister

I wonder who else has been here between the 1800s and when Sin discovered this place.

“All right. I’ll give it a try.”

Sin nods toward a privacy screen that’s so well made it alone could pay my whole college tuition, and I obligingly head for the secluded spot.

“Or,” Sin says, half-jokingly, stretching an arm to block me right as I am about to disappear behind the wooden board—“you could just change here.”

His tone is light, but his eyes simmer with desire.

“Thanks, but I think I will use the screen,” I reply with a laugh and a light punch to his arm.

He raises his hand and steps out of my way with a wry smile. Though my belly juts out a good deal by now, the fabric of the dress cascades over my body in soft swells, the layers swishing around me as I adjust to its weight.

When I step out from behind the privacy screen, Sin’s eyes light up. He lets out a long, low whistle as I twirl before him.

“You look incredible!” he murmurs. “I mean it, Petra. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. This dress was made for you.”

Pleased at his compliments, I look down at myself, feeling like a character from a historical drama.

The gown is truly exquisite, and for a moment, I wonder what it must have been like to actually live in the time it was made.

“It’s very comfortable,” I admit, smoothing the fabric. “And it does fit me quite well.”

“You look stunning, my love,” Sin says with a glint in his eyes that cannot be mistaken for anything other than a deep-seated, insatiable desire for me.

He steps closer, running his hands through the pleats of my dress and across my hips, his fingers intertwining with mine.

“May I have this dance?”

“There’s no music, Sin,” I reply with a soft chuckle, but inside my heart is literally doing flips.

“We’ll make our own,” he says with a heated grin.

And just like that, he pulls me close as our bodies start swaying slowly in the dim light of the underground chamber.

The filigreed lanterns mounted on the walls cast long shadows around us, and it feels like we have stepped outside normal time and into a pocket universe of our own.

“You fit in here perfectly, Petra,” Sin whispers into my ear as we gently turn on the spot. “This might have been my hiding place, but it’s never felt more like home than it does now.”

He looks down at me with the most enchanting smile in the world, and it’s a good thing his arm is supporting my back because my knees quiver at the sight of that beguiling face, the blue eyes sparkling with desire, the full mouth coming close to mine . . .

Our lips meet and tangle swiftly. Our limbs follow closely behind. Sin pulls me deeper into his arms as my fingers entwine in his hair.

My baby bump keeps coming between us, and we laugh freely at the impediment while simultaneously helping each other out of our clothes.

I unbutton Sin’s shirt with urgent movements, as if I can’t wait to touch his skin. He’s much smoother in his movements as he loosens my overgarments and slides them over my shoulders.

In the next few moments, I have taken off his shirt as well, and as I carefully step out of my chemise, he unzips his trousers.

Soon, we stand stark naked.

Sin looks sculpted and sinewy, and I can’t help but run my fingers down his chest and defined abs and then the V-shaped dip in his hips leading to . . .

My cheeks flush at the sight of his erect cock, but just as my hand starts to falter, Sin guides it to the base of his manhood, and as I cup him there, where he’s hard and tender, velvety and taut, he lets out a low, guttural groan and cups my breasts.

In the next instant, we are writhing and squirming in another heated embrace, where I can feel his cock rubbing across my wet folds. In another swift motion, Sin picks me up, as if I weighed less than a feather, and carries me to the sprawling bed.

As we sink into the plush linens, his cock nestles even deeper into my moist center, and the feel of its hardness makes me arch my back instinctively, a gasp escaping my lips.