Page 81 of Sins of the Hidden

Mine.

The word burned through my mind, consuming every other thought. I stamped myself into her skin like a warning, territory claimed and marked.

The power of holding her there, of deciding when she could move, sent a dark satisfaction coursing through me. She was exactly where she belonged—under my control, over my body, trapped between my desire and my command.

I wanted her weight on my tongue, her need where I breathed. I began guiding her into place above my mouth.

"B-But I'm heavy." The insecurity in her voice about her lush body made fury bubble under my skin. "W-What if I suffocate you?"

What a fucking way to go. Smothered under those wicked curves I couldn't get enough of.

My hand came down hard on her with a sharp crack, leaving a red handprint on her ass. She yelped, her eyes widening.

"If anyone's going to kill me, I want it to be you." My grip locked around her, fingers digging into the yielding flesh of her thighs hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks, dragging her closer. "Now.Sit."

My hands sculpted up to her waist, digging into the hollow where she curved for me before claiming her and lifting her effortlessly. Her surprised gasp sent a current of satisfaction through me as I brought us both back down to the bed, her knees parted, her slick folds dripped surrender.

The sight of my large hands against her abundant flesh amplified the weight of her body above mine. I reveled in how my palms molded to her curves, the way her flesh yielded and then bounced back under my touch. She pressed againstme, warm and solid, intoxicating, her generous curves hovering above me like the most perfect shelter.

"V—what are you doing—" Her voice trembled, eyes wide as I lay back, positioning myself beneath her. Shuffling my mask lower, I revealed my teeth, my breath, my hunger darting out to wet my lips. My strong hands gripped her hips, fingers sinking into the thick curve of her ass as I slammed her onto my tongue like she belonged there with enough force to make her cry out.

"Oh god!" The sound of her pleasure was intoxicating. My hands didn't leave her hips, holding her like I meant to stay on her skin as I forced her to ride my face.

This was now my sanctuary, nestled between her thighs, breathing in her essence. Her center hovered above my face, dripping—each drop a slow, glistening promise I felt before I tasted. She tasted like need—thick, warm, intoxicating in the back of my throat. When I licked her, I didn't just taste her—I consumed her. Let her coat my mouth. Let her soak my beard, my soul, my fucking sanity.

My tongue swept every fold, every place she thought unworthy—claimed with hunger before plunging deep inside her.

Her arousal painted across my mouth, slick and heady as I drowned in her rhythm, her body arched to meet me, instinct rising where thought fractured.

I watched her through hooded eyes, captivated by her every reaction – head thrown back, throat exposed, lips parted in silent screams as she played with herself. She teased her nipples, rolling them between trembling fingertips until they stood out hard and dark against the pale fullness of her chest.

A shudder rippled through her—not from fear, but from how desperately she clung to something. Control, maybe. Dignity. I watched it all dissolve in her eyes when I growled into her skin, "Don't be brave. Just break for me."

The canvas of her in ecstasy was a masterwork—her stomach contracting and releasing with each gasp, her weight shifting around my head, the sway of her form with each surrender.

I could stay here forever, savoring her, so full of hunger it throbbed in time with her breath. The pressure of her weight against my face was fucking addictive. Her thighs gripped my jaw with delicious pressure, soft flesh yielding against my stubbled cheeks, trembling with each pass of my tongue. I marked her where they tried to erase her. Left proof that she was more than surface—she was substance, the kind that bruises and blooms. "These hips were built to take me," I growled against her center, the vibration making her shudder. Sucking her clit between my lips, I flicked my tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud while gripping her harder, parting her completely.

"Don't–" Her words came in broken gasps, barely coherent as pleasure robbed her of speech. "Don't stop—please, V, don't—" The desperate fragment of command sent a surge of pride through me. All I did was take orders, I did that well. Especially when those orders meant driving her to the edge of sanity with my mouth.

"You ride my face like it's where you fucking live," I growled against her wetness, the vibration making her thighs clench harder against my head. Changing nothing of what I was doing, I doubled down, sucking harder, licking faster. Oakley became breathless, her hands crushing over her chest almost painful now as her hips moved faster against my tongue, grinding herself against my face with desperate abandon. She was so wet it sounded obscene, each rock of her hips spreading slick heat across my beard, her arousal painting me like evidence of worship.

I sank two digits into her, touching where she trembled for me, curling them upward to stroke that spot that made her entire body tremble. She clamped down on my hand like shedidn't want to let go as I continued my relentless assault on her clit with my tongue. With my free hand, I reached up to replace one of hers, pinching her nipple harder than she dared, twisting slightly just to hear that catch in her breath.

"V—I—can't—" Her voice fractured between gasps. "Hold—please?—"

Fuck, I nearly unraveled hearing those words spill from her lips. Every nerve was electric beneath my skin, pressure building like a fuse ready to blow.

I drove deeper, worshipped harder, determined to shatter her. Spine bowing like a tensed bow, she crashed her hips into my mouth one final time.

The release devastated her—violent, merciless—she shattered like glass dropped from a rooftop, her walls clamped tight in rhythm around my fingers in violent pulses as she flooded my mouth. Eyes sealed shut, she bit down until her lip gave, crimson blooming where teeth met flesh. Her entire body convulsed with each wave that overtook her—thighs seizing around my head, stomach contracting in erratic spasms, hands clawing at whatever they could find. Even as the peak subsided, aftershocks rippled visibly beneath her skin, tiny muscle twitches betraying how thoroughly she'd come apart.

She had never looked so beautiful, so completely undone.

Aftershocks rippled through her as she quivered beneath my touch, but I wasn't done. I flipped her onto her back before she could recover, pulling my mask back in place and spreading her legs wide. Her eyes flew open, pupils blown with desire as I positioned myself between them.

"Not. Fucking. Done." I growled, guiding the head of my throbbing length through her slick arousal.

I thrust into her in one fluid motion, burying myself to the hilt. She bowed beneath me, throat ripped wide by a sound she couldn't hold. She yielded, all heat and pressure as I entered—tight, slick resistance that gave way in waves, the sensation of her walls stretching to accommodate me nearly unbearable in its perfection. The outline of my length pressed visibly against her abdomen, reaching all the way to her belly button.

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