Page 203 of Sins of the Hidden

My grip stayed firm around her waist. "Careful."

Her body relaxed against mine, but she didn't pull away. "I-I'm fine." The words contradicted the way she leaned into my strength.

"You're shaking." My hands registered every tremor through her ribs.

"Because you're touching me!" The admission burst out of her, raw and honest.

My hands slid higher along her ribs, nearly grazing the undersides of her breasts. "Does it bother you when I touch you?" I pressed the question into the space between us, my breath warm against her neck.

The question hung between us. Her breath caught. Finally, barely audible, "N-No."

I lifted her in one motion, my hands sliding under her arms, fingers spreading across her ribs as I turned her to face me. Set her down so she stood between me and the wall. Paint smeared her cheek—pale green against flushed skin. I reached up with my right hand, my thumb trailing across her skin to wipe it away.

My palm erased the streak with deliberate slowness. Her eyes locked with mine. She reached up with her left hand, her fingertips tentative as they found my jaw where she'd left green paint. Her touch lingered. Time suspended.

Her breathing was rapid while mine remained steady.

My hand settled at the small of her back, fingers spreading wide as I applied gentle pressure, guiding her backward across the room with measured steps. She took small steps, walking backward, trusting me to lead. Until her lower back met the edge of the marble counter that ran along the entire back wall. The counter hit her at hip level, forcing her to brace her hands behind her on the cold surface.

I stepped closer, closing the remaining inches between us. My hands found her hips, lifting her slightly as I guided her to bend backward over the marble counter. My voice droppedlower as I leaned over her. "Stay like that." Her fingers splayed across the cold surface behind her for support. Sweat beaded her temple, trickling down her neck as she arched, hips pressing against the counter's edge.

I dragged my hand over the curve of her ass, fingers tightening as I squeezed. She lay exposed beneath my touch, skirt riding higher with each unsteady breath. The generous fullness of her body drew me more than any artificial perfection could. Where she saw flaws, I saw only what was meant to be worshipped.

Something coiled in my chest. I wanted more than her body. I wanted her fears, her secrets, the parts she showed no one.

The industrial mixer watched from its corner fifteen feet away. Emergency lights cast everything in amber. Chocolate chips scattered the floor between us from our earlier work—we'd been careful all day. Now I wanted to mark everything.

She turned her head, looking back at me over her shoulder through half-lidded eyes. Pupils wide, lips parted. Words stayed unspoken, but her body communicated clearly—the arch of her back over the counter, the shift of her weight against the marble edge.

My fingertips traced down her spine from neck to lower back, a slow exploration. Goosebumps followed my touch—tiny raised bumps flowering across her skin. Her inhale hitched, fingers curling against the marble behind her.

I leaned forward, bringing my mouth close to her ear. My breath warmed her skin as I spoke. "Stay. I want to enjoy you like this."

A quiet whimper vibrated through my fingertips at her waist. Her heartbeat quickened, visible in the delicate hollow of her throat.

I stepped back deliberately, then dropped to my knees behind her on the flour-dusted tile floor. The movement wascontrolled, purposeful. Sugar grains bit into my legs through my jeans. Baking utensils scattered around us—evidence of work that seemed like another lifetime. Powdered sugar outlined her feet in white against dark tile, her body still bent over the counter.

My hands slid down her thighs from where I knelt, tracing her calves before moving back up, pushing fabric higher. With each inch of exposed skin, my grip tightened. "All of you for me to ruin."

She knew she'd never see this counter without remembering me inside her.

My fingers hooked into her waistband, tugging fabric down with ritual slowness. Her panties joined jeans around her ankles, pooling on the floor. There she was—bare, slick, perfect.

Swollen and flushed. I traced her entrance with one finger from behind her, barely touching. She jerked, her body's honesty unmistakable. I spread her open with my thumbs, exposing her completely. My breath ghosted across her heat from my position on my knees, making her quiver.

"Already soaked." My voice was rough with satisfaction. "Your cunt is dripping for me."

Taking off my mask, I pressed my mouth against her pussy, my tongue flattening against her clit before drawing slow circles. She gasped, hips jerking as vibrations rolled through her sensitive flesh. I took my time, tasting every inch of her, savoring the way she trembled under my attention.

Her breathing grew ragged as I continued my worship, alternating between gentle licks and firmer pressure. My tongue traced lazy patterns along her folds before returning to circle her clit with maddening slowness. Her thighs quaked where I gripped them, muscles jumping with each deliberate stroke of my tongue. I could feel her body responding, opening for me, stance widening instinctively.

"Please—" The word fell from her lips like a prayer, breathless and desperate.

I traced her entrance with one finger, barely penetrating before withdrawing, making her whimper with need. Her hips chased my touch, seeking more contact. When I finally slid two fingers deep inside her tight cunt, her inner walls clenched around me greedily. She gasped, legs spreading wider as I began a slow rhythm, curling upward to find that perfect spot while my tongue continued its relentless worship of her clit.

Her body jolted when I found it, back arching sharply over the counter. The dual sensation of my fingers stroking inside her while my mouth worked her clit had her gasping incoherently. I added a third finger, stretching her carefully, feeling her adjust to accommodate me. Fresh wetness coated my palm as her body welcomed the intrusion.

I sealed my lips around her swollen clit, sucking gently while my fingers maintained their rhythm. The combination had her thighs trembling violently on either side of my head. Her breathing became shallow pants, each exhale a soft moan as I worked her closer to the edge.

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