Page 57 of My Beautiful Sin

“I know it,” he says. “Now, I want to feel it.”

“Yes,” I whisper, my body craving him already, my skin alive with the anticipation of his touch. His hands go to my shoulders, and he easily shifts me onto my back. As he does, he throws the sheet aside, leaving us both naked, our skin bathed in the soft light through the window.

His knees are on either side of my hips and he casually strokes his cock as his eyes lock on mine. There’s an eternity of desire in his eyes, and all I can think is forever. That no matter what, I will always belong to this man. I’ve been marked by him. Claimed by him. And as I feel that deep tremor of need, I know that what I want more than anything is to be touched by him. Used. Claimed. Taken.

I want everything. Soft and sweet. Hard and masterful. I want everything he has to give, and I would willingly spend my entire life in this bed to achieve that goal.

“You’re smiling.”

“I’m thinking of everything I want you to do to me,” I admit. “I’m having some very naughty thoughts.”

His brow rises. “Are you? Interesting.” Slowly, he trails his eyes over me, his gaze lingering on my lips, my breasts. “Baby, you’re so beautiful. Close your eyes.”

I obey, then arch up in response to his hands on my breasts. He’s bent forward, and I can feel his erection against my belly, teasing me as his palms slowly stroke me and his fingers tease my nipples, gently at first, and then harder until I’m biting my lower lip and my pussy is throbbing, the hot wire of sweet pain shooting from my nipple all the way down to my core.

“You like that.” It’s not a question. He knows me, after all. “Keep your eyes closed.”

I do, and he shifts again. Now, his cock is between my legs, and I whimper, wanting him inside me, not teasing my clit and sensitive folds. I want him to fill me, and I’m about to beg when his mouth closes over my breast and he sucks, his teeth scraping my skin as his hand closes over my other breast while his free hand finds my mouth.

I draw him in, sucking on his thumb as if I was giving him head, gratified when I hear him moan. I want him to feel the way I do, as if every wondrous sensation is here for our enjoyment. As if we’re the only two people in the world and we’ve inherited all the pleasure in it.

I cry out as he nips at my breast, my teeth scraping over his thumb as he slides down my body, his whiskers rough against my skin as he kisses his way down my belly. My cries turn to desperate whimpers as he reaches my mons, then uses the tip of his tongue to tease my clit mercilessly. I try to wriggle my hips. Try to buck against him. Try to move in a way that insists his tongue works harder, faster, deeper.

But I can’t do anything. His hands on my hips have pinioned me to the bed, and I’m completely at his mercy as he sucks and laves my sensitive clit, taking me higher and higher, but never quite letting me go over.

“Please.” I’m reduced to begging him. Pleading for him to give me what I need. “Please,” I say again, this time opening my eyes as I beg. The view is beyond erotic. His face between my legs, his eyes tilting up to lock on mine as his tongue plays me so intimately—and so expertly.

He starts to lift his head, but I reach out, curling my fingers in his hair and holding him in place as I grind against him, knowing only that I want to reach that pinnacle and, more, that I want Devlin to be the one who takes me there.

“God yes,” he murmurs against my flesh, the heat of his breath sending more shivers. With my free hand I tug on my nipple as I arch up and close my eyes. I hear his low groan and I whimper, knowing he’s watching me.

So far he’s been using only his tongue, but now he shifts his hands, lifting my ass with one palm and holding me in place as he slips his fingers inside me, curving them up to find that sensitive spot deep within.

I gasp, then cry out, “Devlin.” His name is like an incantation, and I explode, my core tightening around his fingers, my body shaking, and all the stars in heaven seeming to fall down around me.

“Oh, baby,” he says, sliding up my body to kiss me as I melt beneath him. Slowly he enters me, then buries his cock deep inside with slow, easy thrusts that become more desperate as I clutch at his ass, drawing him deeper, my hips rising to meet his thrusts as he pounds into me, a wonderful, wild claiming after the flurry of delicious kisses that had been our warm up.

“Yes,” I cry, my fingers clutching him as I urge him in deeper and deeper until finally I feel that tremor deep inside him. It flows through him and into me, sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through me as he cries out, emptying himself into me as I murmur, yes, yes, yes, not even certain if I’m speaking aloud.

He collapses beside me, and I twine my legs with him as I look into his eyes, wanting to lose myself in the way he’s looking at me. As if I’m all that exists in the world to him.

For a moment we stay like that, breathing hard. Then I see the shadow cross his face.

“Devlin?”

“Baby, I’m so sorry.”

I fight a pang of fear. “Sorry? Are you crazy?”

“We forgot to use a condom.”

“Oh. Oh!” I push myself up and grin. “I totally forgot. With all that’s happened it slipped my mind, but they left me a voicemail. The clinic I mean. Totally clean.”

“Is that so?”

“All negative.” I feel as accomplished as someone who scored an A-plus on a calculus exam with only an eighth-grade education. Considering the way I’ve lived my life these last few years, I hardly deserve to have aced this particular test, and I like to think it’s the universe’s way of saying it approves of me and Devlin being together.

Devlin is looking at me, with mischief in his eyes. “What?” I demand.