Page 58 of Sin

SLAP!

“And that was for being so goddamn tempting all these years. Torturing me with that sassy mouth of yours.”

My ass is on fire, and liquid seeps from my pussy. I whimper. “I want more.”

“No. You’re going to ask for my forgiveness for all the years you made me hard against my will.”

Arrows of heat shoot through my veins. Oh God, why couldn’t we have done this years ago?

“I’m sorry, Ethan. Please forgive me.

He runs his fingers through my hair. “Not like that. It’s time for you to apologize with your body.”

My tummy flips over as he picks me up and strides over to the wall. After pressing my back against the cool surface, he shoves himself inside me in one piercing thrust. His hips drive into mine with renewed intensity.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he hisses, shutting his eyes tightly as if in pain. “I’m about to explode after spanking that gorgeous ass.”

“Let go, big guy,” I whisper.

“Not yet. I need you there, too.”

I shake my head, my muscles trembling. “I can’t. It feels so good, but…I think I’m spent.”

His eyes flash. “We’ll see about that.”

I want to laugh at his determination. I was so right about what he would be like in bed. He’s as intent on my pleasure as he is about every other goal in his life.

He slides his hand down the curve of my belly until he finds my clit. “Show me how you like it,” he rasps. “Quick.”

His command sends a jolt through me, reigniting embers in my belly I thought had burned out. After grabbing his fingers, I guide them up and down against my clit.

I’m not sure if it’s the heat of Ethan’s eyes or the sensation of the rough pads of his fingers against my clit, but the fire in my belly is building to a blaze. His hips are moving fast, pushing my body up the wall. My eyelids flutter closed, and pleasure coils tighter.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says. “I swear, just looking at you could make me come.”

His words make stars flare against the blackness behind my eyelids, and then it hits me, an eruption of pleasure seizes my body in a vise. My back arches against the cool wall, and I cry out as waves of ecstasy ripple through my whole body.

Distantly, through the haze, I hear Ethan’s own groan of release. It’s a guttural sound. A hot rush of liquid fills my insides.

My limbs slacken, and Ethan collapses against me, but his hold on my hips is as firm as ever. We stay against the wall for who knows how long, the world blurring as my breathing begins to steady.

“I love coming inside you,” Ethan says.

I’m pulled out of my languid daze, craning my neck to look at him. His face is flushed, and sweat is beaded on his brow. “You do?” I ask.

His chest rises and falls against mine. He lifts his gaze to meet mine. “I don’t quite understand it, but I love filling you with a part of me.” His eyes darken. “It makes me feel like you belong to me. I know it sounds crazy.”

I smooth a lock of damp hair away from his forehead. “It’s not crazy. I like feeling like you belong to me, too.”

He searches my face, his eyes intense, the fierceness from earlier softened into something more tender, more vulnerable. “Am I pushing you too hard?” he asks. “I’ve been fucking you all night. I don’t want you to feel like…it’s all about me. Tell me what you want.”

I lift my hand to his cheek. “Tonight has been perfect. You’ve made sure of that.”

He doesn’t say anything, but the relief that floods his face tells me everything I need to know.

This man prioritizes my needs. Even when he’s ravenous for sex after years of deprivation, he can’t stop thinking about what happened to me six months ago and what I might be feeling and might need.

I don’t think I’ve ever met a man like him before. My God, have I accepted the bare minimum from men all my life because I’ve never known any better? I’m not the type of woman to let a man treat me like shit. So why does Ethan’s sweet treatment make me feel like I’ve stepped into another world?