Page 16 of Surrender to Sin

His finger delved again, this time trailing back and rubbing the moisture against the tight untouched opening, and she squirmed. How could that be such a pleasurable spot?

“All right?” Sin murmured, as he pushed his fingertip inside her.

“Ahhh,” she said, jerking.

He stopped. “Does it hurt?”

“No. I don’t know. It just feels so…so different. But keep going. Please.”

Slowly, carefully, he scooped more moisture and rubbed and pressed, inching his finger a little more into her backside each time. It burned a little as he stretched her, yet the heated friction and sheer fullness when he thrust back and forth was so good it made her whimper, and soon her hips were grinding against him to intensify the sensation.

“More, Grace?”

“Mmmm,” she begged. “Yes. The dildo. Put it in me.”

Another pause, the pop of a bottle uncorked, and a light stream of cool, citrus-scented liquid trickled onto her warm flesh. More pleasured whimpers escaped as Sin expertly prepared her back entrance with the oil, but the sound became a guttural groan when he began pushing the jade dildo inside her.

Oh God.

It was thicker than Sin’s finger, and shockingly different. Smooth and unforgiving, and lacking the skin on skin connection to Sin that she’d come to crave, the cold, cylindrical object forced her delicate inner walls to melt around it, tormenting her already stimulated flesh to breaking point.

Writhing, desperate, Grace balanced on one elbow and lifted an unsteady hand to slide between her legs. Just one touch. One pinch of her clit and she would come so hard the Vauxhall Gardens fireworks would pale in comparison.

Without warning, her world twisted and turned, and she shrieked in frustration at being swept off the table and set on her feet.

“Sweetheart,” Sin chided, his eyes gleaming. “Surely you must know that touching yourself is cheating. Now, walk for me.”

Shooting him a murderous look, Grace took her usual stride. And stumbled against him with a low cry, as the dildo shifted and sent a fierce jolt of agonizing pleasure through her body.

“It’s too much,” she panted, when the throbbing eased to bearable. “I can’t.”

“Incorrect. A lady of your mettle can achieve anything,” he replied, the brusque certainty in his tone curling around her heart, making her even wetter. “Around this room, then back down the hallway, and off we’ll trot to Vauxhall.”

“Very well,” she said through gritted teeth, trying much smaller steps this time. Definitely better, although the pressure and fullness of the jade remained an inescapable, dizzying presence inside her.

When Sin offered his arm she took it, and they walked slowly back through the foyer and outside to his waiting town carriage. The act of climbing two wobbling fold-down steps, and perching awkwardly on the luxurious cream leather squabs nearly broke her, but when the carriage lurched into a familiar swaying, rocking motion as it travelled down the uneven cobbled street, Grace gripped Sin’s hand with a brittle sob.

Seconds later she lay back against the cushioned seat, one now slipperless foot balanced on the butter-soft leather, the other on the ground, her skirts around her waist and Sin kneeling between her spread thighs.

“I’m sorry,” he said gruffly. “I’m a fucking idiot. It is too much with the carriage. Here, I’ll take the dildo out and—”

“No.”

Sin froze. “No? But you aren’t enjoying it.”

Panting against the constant rocking stimulation, Grace managed to lift a hand and cup his cheek. “What I’m not enjoying is being empty when I could be crammed full with your cock. A toy isn’t nearly enough, not when you could be touching me…inside me. I need you. And I think you need me, too, judging by the bulge about to tear your trousers to pieces.”

“I’ve been hard as fucking stone since you first walked into Fallen,” he bit out, his shoulders rigid with tension, his eyes glittering. “Do you even know how erotic the contrast was, that drab, loose mourning gown with your wicked laugh and minx tongue? I think of you even when I shouldn’t. Your scent…the way you taste…fucking haunts me.”

Joy enveloped her, making her bold. “Well then,” she said softly, dropping her hand to stroke the soft, damp skin of her inner thighs, further encouraged by his ragged indrawn breath. “What are we going to do, when I’m so wet and you’re so very hard?”

Sin unfastened his trousers and took his erection in hand, pumping it once, then again. His cock looked even thicker and longer than yesterday, the veins prominent and pearly moisture dripping from the swollen tip.

“I just don’t know,” he said wickedly, trailing the head over her labia and clit, combining their juices until she moaned, surely loud enough for the driver to hear. Her core throbbed, the dildo seemed to throb, too, and she shuddered at the clawing hunger to feel him buried inside her at once.

This was real. What she had been missing her whole life, and whatever happened with Lord Baxter, this would remain with her for always.

“Please,” she whispered. “I want it so badly. To be joined with you…a new memory to wash away those other years. Please, Sebastian. Don’t make me wait anymore.”