Page 75 of Make Me A Sinner
She seems so fragile right now, but so ready to unravel me. The way she looks at me rips through all of my barriers, even through the demon inside. She has every single part of me under her total control without even knowing it.
“Your eyes,” she says, her hand brushing over my face just before I lay her on the bed. I’m back to normal. The darkness has retreated, buried deep inside me. It’s still there, it will never leave. I need it there to protect her from anything. Man or god. No matter how many I have to kill for her, I know now I’ll always have my soul—because she’s the one who keeps bringing it back. She’s the one who makes me human. The one who makes me whole.
“It’s not my eyes you should be worried about,” I say, without holding back a large grin—and she chuckles in response. I love her laughter almost as much as I love her fear.
She dives under the sheets the second she hits the bed, but before she can settle in, I part her thighs and take my place between them.
“I thought you were going to sleep,” she smiles again, feigning surprise.
“What part of the devil’s son didn’t you get? You’re not sleeping tonight.” I see her stiffen instantly. Her body's too tired, too human to repeat what happened out on the balcony. “But I’ll try to behave.”Trybeing the keyword. Because there’s no realbehavingaround her.
I lean in for a kiss, the taste of her lips etched into my mind every second of the day. The way her mouth melds with mine, her breath breezing against my face—there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
My hands move to her breasts, and she flinches, the small pain from earlier still lingering. But I wouldn’t have it any other way, and I know she wouldn’t either.
It’s the first time in my life I’ve ever felt something like this, and even though I don’t remember my past, this is a feeling no other powers could erase. She has me—because she wants me just the way I am.
I pull back just enough to look into her beautiful blue eyes. She’s a mess right now. A perfect mess that I created. And it only makes me want her more. “I’m an entity... but I am nothing without you.” The words escape my lips in a confession I never planned for.
A few tears line her eyes as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me back in to kiss me. This is more than lust.It’s belonging. It’s freedom. It’s commitment.
I ease into her this time, slow and gentle. I know she’s probably sore, and as much as I want her ruined for me, I don’t want to see her suffer. She relaxes, realizing I've mostly returned to my usual size—not that it’s not more than enough to bring her trouble. It’s just something that she could handle more easily.
Tonight, we had sex–wild and passionate. But I want something new. I want to be good for her. I need to have herbeyond sex, beyond physical pleasure, beyond that desperation to still what rages between us. We’ll always have that. It’s not something you can ever quench. But I need a moment for our souls.
I move much slower this time—agonizingly so—while her eyes flinch with every thrust, knowing exactly what I’m doing. Her tongue dances alongside mine, her gaze filled with something that wasn’t there before. I’ve seen almost every emotion ripple through this woman, but never this. She’s finally opening up to whatever it is between us, accepting it. Truly accepting it for the first time. She’s not fighting her feelings anymore. She’s embracing them.
thirty-seven
-Set-
I think we stay like this for hours. Just me and her, merged together as one. Even when her body betrays her in moments of greed, pulling me deeper, her tight cunt gripping me like it’ll never let me go.
I don’t want to go. I just stay there, buried in her, slowly moving, dragging out ecstasy after ecstasy. Our eyes locked together. Our lips murmuring,“Mine.”
“This is how we’ll spend eternity,” I promise, the words reverberating against her breasts. “I may be broken, but you make me whole.You make a man out of a god. And a god out of the monster.I know I’m not perfect. Maybe I never know the right steps, or the right words to make you see it. But I am yours. Everything I am is yours, in this world and the next.”
I don’t want her to say anything back, just think of what I said, let my words sink in. So I seal her lips with mine, the ultimate promise of forever, as I thrust a few more times inside of her before I find my release.
And it’s never felt this good... this quiet.
But I’m not ready to let her go, so I pull her in on top of me, her body so incredibly fragile as she wraps me in her arms. I never needed this in my entire life—to cuddle, to be embraced. I found it laughable. Now, I call it home.
“Never do that to me again,” I hear her mutter, one of her palms gently slapping my chest, and confusion drapes me.
“You seem to enjoy it. But I figured you preferred the wild side of me,” I smile, my fingers threading through her hair.
“I’m talking about leaving me, Set. These past few days…” She pauses, searching for the right words. “It wasn’t easy without you. Not hearing from you. Not knowing where you are... or if you were safe.”
“I needed time to sort things through. I was angry. More at myself, for letting you find out like that. None of this was part of the plan.”
“Welcome to the club. Nothing that happened in my life lately was part of any kind of plan.”
“It was part of the greater plan,” I smile, kissing the top of her head since her lips are too far away for me to reach them. “But I also needed to help one of my brothers. He’s had some issues lately with someone trespassing on his territory, so we had to take care of that.”
“How many brothers—or whatever they are—do you have anyway?”
“My father was pretty busy back in the day. I’m not even convinced I know all of them, but let’s just say every god–or worse–every nightmare, every creature described in myths, tales, or different beliefs is real. Not real in the way humanity sees them. But they are based on true entities like I am. Whiro is the God of Darkness, and the embodiment of all evil in Maori mythology.”
