Page 69 of Sin

“You should sit over there if this is a cam session. Put some distance between us.”

Swallowing through a tight throat, I forced myself to my feet and followed her suggestion. It was wise to get away from her soft skin and lush curves. Less temptation.

“Like this?” I asked and sat back in the same chair, though now it was positioned facing the end of the bed, my legs spread wide.

“That’ll do,” she said, her voice clipped and professional.

Already, I was mourning the loss of the tenderness it had held when she held my face between her hands. If I hadn’t been staring at her so unashamedly, I would have missed the tiny furrow between her brows as she closed her eyes. But then, as though a weight had been lifted, some of the sadness I carried seemed to vanish.

She let out a shuddering sigh, a lone tear slipping down her cheek before her lids lifted and those beautiful eyes found mine.

“Did you just...” I couldn’t complete the question, too in awe of what had just happened.

Merri nodded. “It was getting in the way.”

No fucking kidding. I’d carried the weight of that with me for centuries, and just as easily as tossing a napkin in the bin, she’d taken it from me. I think I could love her for that alone.

If I was capable of love.

Which I wasn’t.

“No wonder people are so addicted to your kind. Who needs drugs when you have a succubus?”

She laughed, but it was hollow. “And I’m just as deadly.”

“Who among us?”

She smiled slightly when she took my meaning and dipped her chin as if ceding the point. Then she cleared her throat and shifted on her knees, back to business once more. “I need you to tell me how you want this to go, Mal. I want to do what you like to make sure this is good for you.”

God’s teeth, why did those words wrap around my blackened heart and feel so fucking good?

My throat was so tight I had to clear it before I could get a word out. “Anything... anything you do will turn me on. Stop toying with me. You can sense it from here.”

Her cheeks flushed, and I could see her nostrils flare as she inhaled, drawing my lust into herself. I thought that was going to be it, but as she exhaled, she sent that lust back tenfold.

“Fuck,” I grunted, my cock so hard it physically ached.

“If you won’t give me specifics, I’ll just have to improvise,” she murmured, lying back against her pillows and shimmying out of her little sleep shorts.

My hands were balled up so tight my knuckles hurt from the pressure, but if I touched myself, this would be over. A small part of my brain whispered that reaching my peak was exactly what I was supposed to be doing, but the rest of me—the innately selfish part—wanted to savor this moment. Who knew when or if I’d ever get another one.

“You don’t have to worry about lasting with me,” she promised, her fingers trailing seductively over her breasts on their journey down to her belly. “Your pleasure is my five-course meal. So however you need it, Malice, take it.”

She was more dangerous than I’d given her credit for. If I were a weaker man, I’d have already been balls deep inside her, pledging my loyalty for all time. Her power filled the room, thickening the air and drawing me farther into the haze of lust she created.

“Touch yourself, hellcat. I want to hear what you sound like.”

It was so easy to forget that Merri was no blushing virgin. She may look as innocent as the cliché girl next door, but she was pure siren when she obeyed my command without delay. “Like this?” she asked, sliding her fingers through her slick folds. “Or like this?”

This time she sank two fingers inside herself, her back arching slightly and her words cutting off on a soft gasp.

“Don’t fucking fake it,” I snapped, knowing she was putting on a show. “Play with your clit until you’re dripping on the bed. If I’m going to come, so the fuck are you.”

This time, the gasp was real. She looked at me, and her eyes flared with a desire that matched my own.

“You can’t come if you don’t even take yourself out of those sweats,” she challenged.

Oh, I probably could at this point, but I didn’t want that. If I was finally about to break my self-inflicted celibacy, then I was going to fucking do it right.

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