Page 55 of The Sin Binder's Chains

And then?

She wrecks me. She kisses me deeper, fuller, her tongue sweeping against mine, and I swear to every god that’s ever cursed me, I will never be the same after this.

She tastes like sin. Like something I should run from.

So, of course, I pull her closer.

My hands move before I can think, skating beneath her shirt, fingers dragging over the warm skin of her back. Fuck. I’ve never touched anything like this before, smooth, hot, addictive.

I spread my palms, dragging her closer, pressing her against me until there’s nothing left between us but heat.

Her breath hitches, a quiet gasp against my mouth, and I smirk, nipping at her bottom lip, just to see if I can pull another one from her.

I can.

She arches, just slightly, pressing into my touch, and I swear my heart nearly stutters to a stop.

Gods, I want to ruin her.

Her fingers find their way into my hair, tugging just enough to make my breath catch, and it’s unfair because I was supposed to be the one making her fall apart.

She shifts again, her hips dragging against mine, slow and teasing, and I’m losing my mind.

I growl, flip her before she can push me any further into madness, and suddenly, she’s beneath me, sprawled in the dirt, lips swollen, eyes bright, a flush creeping down her throat.

She looks wrecked.

Because of me.

That realization nearly kills me.

Luna blinks up at me, surprised, maybe even amused, before she laughs, low, breathless, entirely too sinful.

And fuck, I’m gone.

I kiss her again, deeper, my hand sliding along the curve of her ribs, up to the slope of her back, learning every inch of her.

She makes a sound into my mouth, something soft, needy, intoxicating, and my fingers dig in.

“Elias,” she murmurs, breath warm against my lips.

I groan. Gods, my name sounds filthy coming from her.

I press her further into the dirt, chase the taste of her, let my hands wander, let myself drown in her.

Her hands skim my shoulders, drag over my chest, push into my hair again, pulling me closer, demanding more.

And I give it to her.

I give her everything.

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