Page 63 of Art of Sin

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Gideon’s handmoves from my hair to frame my face. A thumb catches the corner of my mouth, pressing until I open for him.

“I want to swallow you whole,” he says, dipping forward to lick a slow line across my exposed lip. “Drink you until I’m drunk. Taste you until I’m sated. But I’m afraid I’ll never get enough. I’m terrified you don’t feel this.”

“You’re an idiot,” I gasp.

His gaze darkens impossibly. “I lied, earlier. I’m going to break my rule tonight, despite the fact you’re emotionally fragile. Because I’m a fiend and a sinner and I can’t help myself.”

Electric awareness crackles down my body, surges in my muscles. Lifting my face to his, I seize his lower lip with my teeth and bite down, then softly kiss the offended skin. He groans, deep and low, and throws the blanket from my body.

When he covers me, I almost weep with relief. His touch is rough, needy. Greedy. Warm, strong hands glide down my front, squeeze my breasts, grasp and tug at the buttons of my blouse. Several pearlescent discs pop off, mismatched threads left behind. The warm sound of tearing silk accompanies cool air on my stomach and arms.

Sensitive skin protests as he yanks off my bra, when he strips me of shoes, slacks, and panties soaked with arousal. He’s gone from the bed long enough to pull off his shirt and jeans, then kneels once more between my spread legs, hard and naked and fierce as a wild god.

His stare is ravenous. My world goes fuzzy and light at the edges, the tiniest sliver of fear licking my spine. The uncertainty only makes me hotter. Deranged with need.

“Gideon,” I whimper.

He traces a fingertip from my throat to my quivering stomach. “I know,” he says, eyes latching onto mine. “It hurts, doesn’t it? The want?”

My body aches and curves toward him. “Yes.”

“You’re beautiful in your suffering.”

A finger teases downward in slow spirals. Dips into my belly button. Grazes my hipbones, the crease of my thighs. Whispers over my clit. My hips lift, seeking pressure, but he retreats with a small smile.

“Ah ah.”

My arousal is so heavy I’m near-boneless. Mindless.

“I hate you,” I grind out. “Just fuck me.”

His smile grows sharp and savage. “Who’s the hedonist now, hmm? I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going to paint you with me. Now shut up and let me work.”

His tongue finds my clit at the same time two fingers penetrate me and curl toward my G-spot. In seconds, my body is no longer my own. Nor is my voice, my passion, my fear. It all belongs to him.

I buck and strain to get closer. To get away. The sensations are too much. Not enough. Too close. Too far away. I’ve never felt what I’m feeling now—then the thought is gone, swept beneath the wave cresting inside me.

My cry is strangled, hoarse, my fingers knotted tight in the bright hair on his crown. I chant his name. Curse him and praise him as I buck. Writhe. Destruct and reform.

My return to sanity is slow. Eyelids heavy, blinking slowly. His face comes into focus as he wipes his chin and licks his lips. The edge in his eyes is gone, but not the urgency. And as the high from my orgasm fades, an emptiness resonates inside me.

A different, deeper need.

In the moment I reach for him, he covers me, swallows my sigh with his mouth. Gives me my taste and takes it back in a seamless blending. His movements grow unhinged, jerky as he wrenches my legs up to his hips and angles the head of his cock to my entrance. My palms on his back, I feel him trembling.

There’s an infinitesimal pause. An awareness of consequence that’s shattered when I grab the hot, smooth skin of his hips and pull him forward.

He sinks inside me with a slow, stretching burn, and his trembling increases. Mouth at my ear, he whispers, “I’m trying not to hurt you. But I want to. God, I want to break you so you’ll never feel anyone else.”

You already have.

Darkness ripples under my skin. A familiar flare. The urge of old conditioning to manipulate with my body. Find a weakness to exploit. Give him what he wants so he’ll keep me. Feed me. Pamper me.

Let him hurt you.

“No.”

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