Page 81 of Sin Like the Devil

Burying my face in his orange-scented neck, I work myself on him, hunting for the release I know will finally quiet my mind. Even if only temporarily. My lips pucker against his smooth skin, and I can’t resist biting down to leave a mark.

No one would dare touch what’s mine. Not in this place. And right now, I don’t give a fuck who knows it. I want to trap his sunshine inside my chest and allow it to thaw my soul. Even if it sucks the life out of him.

That’s what love is, right?

A mutual agreement to destroy each other.

I’ll give him the gift of feeling alive in return.

Moving upward, Raine’s fingertips dance over my clavicles before rising to clasp my jaw. It’s a tight, bruising clamp that allows him to pull my mouth back to his. I surrender to the hot swipe of his tongue.

Suddenly, a loud clatter causes us to break apart. Raine bands a protective arm around me, still sheathed deep inside.

“What is that?” he urges.

I frantically look around the room, sucking in a relieved breath to see it’s just a crow, entering through a broken window to find a perch.

“Rip?”

“Bird,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

When he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and bites down, the burst of pain throws me straight back into my upward climb. I’m getting closer to the edge. That tight, taut feeling inside me is getting stronger.

“Come on, babe,” he coaxes into my ear, causing chills to stipple my skin. “I want to feel you come for me.”

“Raine,” I whimper.

“Let go. I promise I’ll catch you.”

Eyes squeezed shut, I follow that coiled thread. Deeper. Darker. It’s a poised spring in my centre, waiting for the chance to snap. Mouth still locked on mine, Raine’s thumb resumes its assault on my clit.

I’m done for.

I feel myself clamp tight around him. I’m exploding, thrown into the abyss and swallowed whole by ecstasy. He groans as he joins me in falling apart, his cock jerking inside me with each hot burst of his release.

Still moving on him, I drag out every second. I’m greedy. I don’t want this moment to end. The raw satisfaction of warmth spreading between us is too damn good.

My limbs slowly turn to liquid. With a final sigh, I slump onto his chest. Raine braces me against him, stroking up and down my t-shirt clad back. His face buries in my hair, inhaling sharply.

Snuggled into him, we don’t speak for a long time. Words would only burst our safe, temporary bubble. Even surrounded by junk, we’re at peace. We can pretend like the rest of the institute doesn’t exist.

I can’t bring myself to consider the consequences of what we’ve done. The path to ruin I’ve set us upon. This man is best friends with the assholes I’ve vowed to destroy. And here I am, screwing him. A lot.

I’m fucked.

Utterly, utterly fucked.

My scalp prickles. Subtly looking around the room, I search for a pair of eyes. Nothing. But I know he’s here, just like every other day I’ve felt him skulking. Xander’s mastered the art of the silent prowl.

I’m surprised it took him this long to find us. He’s never far away. While he doesn’t feel the need to speak to me right now, he’s made his presence known over the past couple of weeks. I want to ignore him, but I hate the thought of him seeing me exposed like this.

“Come on.” I nudge Raine. “We need to go.”

He groans in protest. “Don’t wanna.”

“Move it.”

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