Page 23 of No Small Sin

For a millisecond, I thought he might kiss me.

And then his hands found their way to my thighs. My blood heated. I pressed my body into him, craving more of him, grinding my ass into his thickening erection.

He gripped my hips tightly, encouraging me to continue the movement.

I wanted to feel his hands on me for all of eternity. Beck never seemed to feel the same intensity or range of emotion as others did. He was always so calm… so sure. I wondered if he felt anything now – anything compared to how I felt.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” He groaned in my ear.

I ground into him harder, needy – hoping to snap the resolve I knew he held tightly in place.

“Fuck,” he whispered roughly, and I knew I’d won.

He suddenly pulled away from me, his body rigid – so quickly that I felt a pang of anxiety. Had I gone too far? The chill I felt from the loss of him seemed to stretch on endlessly.

“Was that not okay?” I asked.

He didn’t answer.

I turned to face him as he climbed back onto the bed, placing a knee on either side of my hips. He reached down, roughly grabbing my wrists, jerking them above my head, and tying them to the headboard with… I don’t even know what, or where he’d pulled the material from. Struggling against his grip, I tried to pull away.

I wanted this.God, did I.

But I would be lying if I said alarm bells weren’t sounding.

Beck held me tightly, his grip unwavering and his eyes full of an intensity I’d never seen before.

“What are you doing?” I asked, trembling.

“Whatever the fuck I want,” he answered, his voice low and husky.

I couldn’t hide the look of shock on my face when he yanked my pants just over my hips and shoved my shirt up, exposing the flat plane of my stomach to the cool air.

He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer.

Leaning into me, he tentatively pressed three slow, sweet kisses along my jawline before gazing into my fucking soul and roughly kissing me once on the lips.

“God, I’ve never wanted to…fuck,” he breathed.

He pushed to his knees and roughly freed his erection.

My mouth dried out at the sight of him, my body aching with need. “Fuck, let me touch you.Please.” I begged, pulling at my restraints.

“I can’t fuckingcontrolmyself around you,” he gripped his thick cock, slowly working himself from base to tip.

He roved his thumb in a slow circle over the head, collecting the precum beaded there before offering it to me. I opened greedily and sucked his finger into my mouth.

I was on fire.

He straightened again, his breathing quickening as he stroked himself faster. Harder.

I felt wave after wave of arousal wash over my flushed body as I watched.

I squirmed, rubbing my thighs together for any amount of friction there. I don’t think I’d ever been so goddamn wet in my life, and he hadn’t even touched me.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he pleaded. “Say it,cuore mio.”

“Yours,” I panted.

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