Tainted Bastard (Tainted Knights 4)

“Ro,” he said warningly. “Give me the words.”

“Yes,” I moaned when he tipped my head back and skimmed his lips over mine. “I want you to kiss me. I want to feel good. I want you to…touch me.”

The hand not in my hair trailed down my body, cupping first one breast, playing with the hardened nipple, before squeezing the other. I arched my back, offering up my chest for him to play with. “You like that. What if I touched you here?” His hand flattened against my stomach and slid lower until he reached the top of my pajama pants. “Do you want that, Ro?”

“I…I don’t know,” I answered honestly.

Slowly, his hand molded to my core, staying on the outside of my clothes. His thumb touched my clit, causing sparks to flash outward from my center. Then he was cupping me right where I ached the most.

“Is this ok

ay?” His voice was tight, like he was having trouble controlling it, but there was nothing but gentleness in his gaze when he looked up at me. His thumb glided over my clit again, and I found myself mewling like a damned cat at the intensity of the pleasure shooting off inside. “Do you like this?”

I nodded, but I gave him the verbal response he wanted. “Yes. I l-like that, a lot.”

“Keep your eyes on me. Don’t look away.”

That seemed physically impossible. Each brush of his thumb over my clit, his fingers over my center, made me want to close my eyes to savor the pleasure.

“You want my lips too?” he asked, pulling my head down to his, so our mouths could merge. His tongue teased my bottom lip. “You want my tongue in your mouth while I finger you?”

“Please,” I whimpered. “This feels so good, Sin.”

“Are you scared?”

I shook my head. “No. Not right now.”

“Because I’m kissing you?” He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth while his thumb strummed my clit like I was one of his guitars. “Because you know I won’t hurt you?”

“Both,” I sighed into his mouth. “I…I trust you.”

“Ro.”

“Sin, you’re talking too much,” I complained. “Just kiss me.”

With a growl, he turned us on the couch. My back hit the cushions, and he followed me down, kissing the breath out of me. His hand went back to my core, still staying on top of my clothes, his fingers playing me just as expertly as he did his bass. I pressed my hips up into his touch, wanting him closer, my core walls clenching for something…more.

I clutched at his back, my nails slicing into his flesh in an attempt to hold myself to the earth. Hungrily, his mouth left mine and trailed down my neck, his teeth scraping over my skin along the way. His free hand lifted my sleep shirt then started to push down my pajama pants.

Then his fingers were on me, with no clothes between his touch and my sex. The contact was a hundred times better than grinding on his lap, a thousand times better than when my pajamas separated us. His mouth latched on to my right breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth, engulfing the entire thing like he was trying to swallow me whole.

I grasped his head, holding him to me as I lifted my hips, thrusting against his hand.

“Sin,” I cried boldly. “Put one inside me, please!”

His middle finger thrust deep inside of me, and suddenly I was flying over a cliff into an ocean of pure, uncontrollable bliss. I swallowed my scream, my head twisting on the couch as my core quivered under his continued ministrations.

There was no way to measure how much time passed before I was able to open my eyes again. Sin was lying on top of me, the side of his face pillowed on my bare breasts. He was still rubbing my pussy, not really sexually, more petting me—soothing me—and it was only making me wet for him all over again. I could feel the way his cock pulsed against my inner right thigh through his jeans, but he wasn’t trying to free himself. Nothing he was doing seemed to be about his pleasure, only my own.

“Don’t…you want—”

“Fuck yeah, I do,” he groaned, kissing between my breasts. “But I’m not going to. This was about you.” Lifting his head, he kissed me. One of those softer kisses again, not the soul-drugging ones that made my toes curl. “I wanted to show you there was nothing to be scared of. Are you?”

“Scared?”

His hungry eyes locked on to mine, and he nodded.

“No,” I whispered. “That was too amazing to be scared of.”