Page 103 of My Forever Sin

“Don’t stop,” I exhale.

He comes off my nipple with a pop, a string of saliva mixed with blood leaving a trail from his lip to me. “You can hate me for the rest of your life, but you will always end up right here.” His finger slips lower, directly on my clit, and starts rubbing small, painfully slow circles causing me to roll my head back in pleasure. “You see that? I know your body because it was made for me… no one else.”

“Yes.” I sigh, needing his fingers inside. My body belongs to me, and I choose to give it to Kain. No one else.

He licks up between the valley of my breasts, his hazel eyes hooded with arousal.

His fingers skate lower, circling around my entrance, making my entire body pulse with need as I grip his shoulders, ready to dig my nails into him.

“Tell me you want me as much as I want you.” His voice is a plea as he sucks on my throat, surely leaving marks.

I do. I need him. My body is yearning for his. The problem is this isn’t the first time it’s screaming his name. It’s been pulling towards him the moment I saw him again like it always knew he was innocent.

“I want you,” I whisper into his ear.

Within milliseconds, his hands are roughly hiking my legs up around his waist and he’s standing, tongue pressing into mine as he walks us back into his bedroom. Thunder grumbles gently in the distance over the music as he lowers me to his bed without breaking our kiss. He slides my wet shorts off my legs in one swipe. Both of our bodies tremble in tandem with each other as we grapple with our clothes. His already hard dick bounces as I pull down his joggers as he steps out of them.

I’m astounded by his tattooed, muscular frame. I guess I hadn't really wanted to pay attention to how much bigger he’s gotten in my haze of trying to hate him and failing miserably.

His eyes hungrily rove over my naked body. “I missed you so fucking much.”

Somehow, it’s hard to swallow.

I catch his cross-chain mid-air and twist my fingers around it, yanking him to my face. “Fuck me, Kain.”

He grins. His hair is covering his eyes, his face is bound by shadows, and in this moment, he looks perfectly wicked.

“You’re going to have to beg me.” His voice is low, cascading down my spine like fire.

I let out an unsure snort of amusement. “I’m not begging you for shit.” I begin twisting the chain tighter around my fingers, the tiny links inching closer to his Adam's apple. Fingers begin growing cold from cutting my circulation off.

He wraps his dexterous fingers around my throat, tugging me closer. In that moment, the chain pinches at the delicate skin of his neck, and I stop. “I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve endured your animosity. Now that I have you here, I need to know that I have you. You will beg for me, little devil.”

“Over my dead body,” I grind out. “If anyone should be begging for anything, it’s you, for forgiveness.”

Awareness flares in his heated gaze and he slowly descends, letting go of my neck and dragging his fingertips over my skin. Using his chin, he shifts my hold on his chain to the side, not once breaking eye contact. A glint of silver flashes as his tongue darts out and he takes a long, leisurely lick up my centre. A deep moan vibrates in my throat at the sensation. He finishes the motion by sucking onto my clit, causing every nerve ending in my body to quiver and my limbs to contract.

He doesn’t stop there, he continues pulsing his tongue on my clit, his fingers tracing around my entrance again, slowly starting to drive me insane.

Two fingers fill my wet pussy and he moans, sending vibrations up my body. “I’m so sorry.” Pumping his fingers in and out torturously slowly, that little metal ball continues to work me into heady pleasure as he circles it on my clit. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he mumbles again.

I yank on the chain to bring him closer into me and he lets out an inaudible sound as he presses his face into me, breathing deeply through his nose as he drives his tongue into me, fingers working vigorously.

“I’m sorry, Jordie.” He manages to get out between his face stuffed with my pussy. “I’m sorry for everything.”

“Ah!” I moan as he grazes his teeth over my sensitive folds. “Fuck.”

“Will you forgive me?”

The muscles in his arm and back flex as he works me into oblivion and I can barely form any words.

“Hm?” He replaces his fingers with his tongue, dipping in and out of me. The room fills with our moans and I’m finding it hard not to forgive him right now.

“Fuck, Kain.”

“Please forgive me.”

I sit up, gripping onto his neck with one hand and hair with the other and grind on his face, as my lower stomach begins tensing with the closely arriving orgasm.