Page 41 of Glorious Sinner

I kissed lower, moving down over his tight abdominal muscles.

“Angel,” he rasped. “You don’t need to do that.”

I tilted my head back, my gaze colliding with his. “I want to, more than anything.”

His nostrils flared, his lips parting on a sharp breath. “If you have any doubts—”

“I don’t,” I said and tugged the front of his PJ pants lower, pressing a kiss just below his belly button.

His eyes darkened and his lips peeled back, exposing his teeth as he sucked in another breath. He didn’t say anything, just watched me. He wasn’t going to stop me, and the thought of finally touching him, tasting him, had me pulsing with need. Tomas didn’t miss it, the way he affected me, and he gritted out a rough curse.

Biting my lip, I dropped to my knees, squeezing my thighs together at the sight of his hard cock visible through the thin fabric still covering him. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath and I could see everything, the bulging veins snaking up his long, thick shaft, the fat head.

I licked my lips, desperate for a taste of him, and Tomas made another of those growling sounds he often made.

I glanced up at him. “It’s…it’s been a long time since I’ve done this.”

His eyes didn’t leave mine as he brushed his fingers over my cheek and cupped my jaw. “Christ, Steph, all you have to do is look at me and you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

How did he always know what I needed to hear? His words gave me courage and I dragged his pants lower. I moaned softly when his cock sprang free. The man was beautiful everywhere. Pre-come was leaking from the head already, and I gripped him in my hand and darted my tongue out to taste.

Tomas’s hands thumped against the solid wood behind him and he spread his legs wider, getting lower, making it easier for me. I took advantage and tentatively sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. His abs and thighs tightened, his fingers curling into fists.

“Christ, Angel, that feels so fucking good.”

The broken, needy way he said it gave me another shot of confidence and I lapped at his thick length, licking every perfect inch of him. He groaned and hissed and bucked, and God, that made me feel so damn good.

Finally, I took him deeper, giving him a few experimental sucks. His head thumped against the door and one of his hands slid to his abs. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. His lids were lowered, dark eyes focused on me. His whiskered jaw clenched, teeth gritted, lips darker, like he’d been biting them. My gaze went back to that inked, rough-skinned hand resting on his tight, tanned abs.

God, he could be carved in marble. Only I knew how hot his skin was, that there was nothing cold about him when it came to me.

I took him deeper, moved faster, stroking the base of his cock with my hand in time with my mouth. His fingers were suddenly thrust into my hair and I stiffened for a split second, but he didn’t fist it hard or force me to take him deeper. He caressed my cheek and brushed his thumb over my jaw, the corner of my mouth. I looked up at him again, needing his eyes on me. This was Tomas—he’d never do anything I didn’t want, anything to hurt me.

The way he was looking at me right then, I felt like the most powerful woman in the world. I had this strong, intense, sexy—at times dark—man at my mercy. And just like he said, I was the one in control.

It was a feeling I hadn’t had in a long time.

He also made me feel beautiful, every part of me, scars and all. Tomas had awakened a part of me I thought I’d lost forever. He made me feel sexy, alive, confident, and I made sure he saw me drop my hand down between my parted thighs, that he felt my moan when my fingers brushed my clit.

His eyes got darker and his nostrils flared. “You nice and wet?” he said.

I nodded.

He cursed.

His eyes stayed on me, watching my fingers work between my thighs, sliding over my slick clit faster and faster.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Gonna come, Angel.”

I sucked harder, letting him know I wanted it. I wanted that from him.

He growled, barking out my name, then he was coming, cock pulsing, body stiffening. I took it all, wanting to do that for him and for me as well. I wanted him to experience the way he made me feel every time he touched me, to know how much I loved giving this to him.

His body was bowstring tight, and he pulsed one last time against my tongue before he slumped back, breathing heavily. I watched it all, so turned on I thought I would combust.

My fingers were still moving between my thighs. I was close, so close. Tomas bent down, brushed my hand away, swung me up into his arms, and pressed me into the door at my back. His mouth slammed down on mine as he slid two thick fingers inside me. I cried out and he deepened the kiss, fucking me with his fingers hard and fast. My hips started moving on their own and I tore my mouth from his, my head falling back against the door on a low moan. Tomas sucked and kissed my jaw, my throat, his mouth moving to my ear.

“So wet, Angel. So fucking hot.”