Page 94 of Shadow Of Sin

“Fuck!” She slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle her screams as she comes hard. A rush of juices fills my mouth, her body writhing on the mattress. I stay with her through it. Every wave, every aftershock…until she goes limp, and her other hand loosens in my hair, and the only sound in the room is her ragged breathing.

I press a kiss against her inner thigh. Then her hip. Then her stomach. I work my way back up her body slowly because I’m not done learning.

I will never be done learning.

She pulls me up by the shoulders and kisses me. It’s deep, hungry, and needy.

“I want you inside me,” she pants, grabbing my cock and pumping it hard. “I want this hard cock. Now.”

Fuck, yes. I reach for a condom in the nightstand drawer and roll it on.

Then I push into her and the world goes quiet.

Not my normal quiet. Not the metal music kind of quiet. The kind of quiet that only exists inside this woman. The silence of every thought in my head surrendering to the feeling of her body around me, hot and tight and perfect.

She locks her legs around my waist and pulls me deeper. I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in, that same soapy scent I caught in a corridor two years ago and haven’t been able to get out of my head since.

I fuck her with long, deep strokes. Every thrust pushes a sound out of her that gets louder as I go harder. Her nails rake down my back. The headboard hits the wall. I grab her thigh and hitch it higher on my hip, and the angle change almost makes her choke on her words.

“Right there,” she gasps. “God, right there. Don’t…move.”

I don’t move. I stay exactly where she tells me and drive into her at the same angle over and over until she’s shaking, clawing my skin, and chanting my name like it’s the only word she has left.

I talk to her because she told me to. Every time. Forever.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You wrecked me tonight. That dress. Those stairs. I sat at that table for hours thinking about this exact moment and it’s better than anything I imagined.”

“Wolfe—” Her voice cracks.

“I’ve got you. Let go.”

And she does. The orgasm tears through her and she screams my name into my shoulder. I feel it in every part of my body. Her muscles clamping down on my cock like she’s trying to milk the cum from it, her nails lancing my back so deep she might be drawing blood.

I last about three more seconds. The orgasm slams into me like I’ve collided head-first with a brick wall. My whole body seizes, and I groan against her neck while everything goes white and hot and empty and full at the same time.

We lie there, her leg thrown over mine, her face buried in my neck, my face in her hair, our hearts pounding at the same frenzied pace.

“Wolfe,” she finally whispers.

“Yeah.”

“That thing you did. With your mouth.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s going to be a regular occurrence or I’m moving out.”

“Noted.”

She lets out a breathless laugh, her arm slung across my chest.

“Also,” she says, tilting her head up to look at me. “The talking.”

“What about it?”

“The talking plus the mouth thing are non-negotiable.”

“I’ll draft a contract.”