Page 48 of The Sins That Bleed
Seems like he is all bark and no bite tonight.
“Tell me what you need from me, mon chéri,” I whisper into the small space between us.
He hesitates but I wait patiently for him to answer me. “I need sleep, but I’m too worked up. I dragged Nico into this and I?—”
“Shh.” I cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips. “Let me help you sleep, let me help you relax and drift off, please.”
His eyes search mine before he dips his chin with permission. I give him a soft smile in return and remove my finger from his mouth. I lean in, taking my time to watch his reaction before placing a kiss at the corner of his mouth and then then same to the other side. Our lips barely touch and all it does is make mewant to devour him, press our lips together until we don’t know where one of us starts and the other one ends.
But neither of us are ready for that, yet.
I stand back and capture the look on his face—surprise and curiosity, but not hate. Emboldened, I tilt my head and kiss the column of his throat and gently suck. His veins pulse under the surface with the scent of his sweet blood but I will not take a single drop.
My hands roam over his shoulders, down his rock-hard pecks before undoing the buttons on his knitted grey cardigan. I love this on him, a man built with this much muscle but choosing to wear a soft, knitted cardigan has me weak at the knees. Pair that with his reading glasses and I’m in heaven.
I gently slip the material off his broad shoulders and down his arms, pausing in my kissing and sucking to help him remove it completely. I place it gently next to his bag before continuing to roam his impeccable body, all sculpted lines and muscle I can feel through his T-shirt.
I slip my hands under the hem of the black material, my fingers grazing the skin underneath as I trace the waistband of his jeans. A low moan slips past his lips and I shiver at the sound. This man is my undoing, he only has to look at me and I’m ready to give him anything he wants.
It should scare me, but instead I feel alive.
I grasp the T-shirt and raise it over his torso, languidly exposing more and more of his soft skin to me. He lifts his arms and I slip it off. I take the time to fold it and stack it on top of the knitted cardigan, knowing he needs order right now, after his apartment was shredded into chaos.
I caress his exposed body, tracing the defined lines I can see. “So pretty, mon chéri,” I whisper, and dip my lips to one pec placing a kiss there. I move to the other and do the same, enjoying the sounds he makes with my lips on his skin.
I unbutton his jeans, sliding down the zipper as if I have all the time in the world. I slip them past the narrow dip of his hips until they fall to his feet and I help him step out and taking his socks with them. I pick them up and fold them neatly, adding to the growing pile of clothes until I stand before him again.
He looks delicious tonight, standing here with his god-like body in nothing but black boxer briefs, bulging from his thick and heavy cock. I lick my lips, desperate to have him in my mouth so I can taste him again.
“Let’s get you into bed. I’ll help you relax and drift off into a peaceful sleep tonight.” My voice is quiet, lulling him to do as I say.
We move around the large bed and I drag the covers down to create an opening for him to slip into. He needs no encouragement as he slides in between the silk sheets and sinks into the mattress. His eyelids flutter closed at the sheer decadence of the rich fabric.
I’ve become accustomed to such luxury, but seeing him experience it for the first time allows me to appreciate it in a way I never could before. When your first experience of luxury comes with the price of your life, it ruins any enjoyment you might have had.
“That’s it, Rai, relax.” I pull the covers over him and his eyes snap open.
I slip my jacket off and prowl to the end of the bed to place it next to his clothes. I kick off my heels and preen under his full attention. I undo the buttons of the waistcoat I’m still wearing and allow it to fall open. I have nothing on underneath except for a diamanté bralette that does nothing to cover me.
All he can see right now are the chains connecting underneath the fabric, glinting in the low lighting, and he’s enraptured. It’s a heady sensation and encourages me to keep going, to reward him for all this attention he is gifting me.
My hands come up to the edges of the waist coat and curl around the material, my long nails grazing my skin and tickling my sensitive flesh. With a torturous pace, I slip the waistcoat open and slide it down my arms, revealing myself to him.
He raises his arms to place them behind his head, to watch me better, and he looks magnificent. I only wish he were in my bed, between my sheets. My nipples tighten into stiff peaks under his watchful eyes, as if they are straining to be closer to him. How he can do this to me with a look is not something I’m used to.
I ignore them, taking my time to fold the waistcoat before setting it down, next comes my trousers. I pop the button and pull the zipper down, slipping them off my narrow hips until they reach the floor and leave my matching thong on display for him.
It’s his turn to lick his lips, his eyes growing heavy with lust as our desire swirls around the room, tangling in an erotic mix of scents. I step out of the puddle of material at my feet and I turn away as I pick them up, giving him a full view of my thong from the back.
“Fuck,”he curses under his breath, and I fight my smile.
I fold my trousers before turning, enjoying the heaviness of his breathing and knowing his cock is straining beneath the silk sheets, waiting for me to come closer. With everything off and folded neatly, I stalk around the bed, letting him lavish attention on me as I get closer.
He watches me without saying a word as I lift the sheets off him and find the prize I knew was waiting for me underneath. His cock is stretching the fabric of his briefs and I want to unwrap my present. I climb onto the mattress and straddle his legs while slipping my fingertips under the waistband.
“May I?”
“Yes.” He barely makes a sound but he gives me the word I long for.
