He kept himself in my mouth as he started to soften and he looked down at me as he tenderly stroked my hair back from my face.
“T’es tellement belle,” he whispered.
You are so beautiful.
I smiled when he slipped from between my lips and closed my eyes to better absorb his compliment. They were still closed when he moved away and came back with a glass of cool water, which he brought to my lips so I could drink.
“Uncomfortable?” he asked after a few minutes of petting my head and feeding me water.
I shook my head because even though the pearls were tight against my skin, I liked the way they felt.
“Good,” he leaned down again to look me in the eyes and I found his were still delightfully dark. “Because in about three minutes, I’m going to make you come on my fingers and then again on my cock.”
I smiled, so happy I felt high. “Thank you.”
His lips didn’t even twitch but his eyes sparkled. “You’re welcome.”
We shared the moment before he righted himself and his Dom mask was back on.
“Now, let’s test how strong those pearls are, hmm?”
Chapter Sixteen.
I woke up the next morning with vomit in my mouth.
I scrambled out of bed, kicking Sinclair in the shin as I did, so that I could make it to the toilet in time. I emptied my stomach but my stomach still roiled and churned like the sea during a monsoon. I doubled over the toilet, desperate to vomit and so nauseous it brought tears to my eyes. I groaned, long and low like a bleating cow.
“Giselle?”
I really didn’t want Sin to see me like that.
“Leave me alone,” I called, my voice breaking on the last syllable as bile flooded my mouth and I finally began to throw up again.
I didn’t hear him come into the bathroom but I wasn’t surprised when cool fingers collected my sweaty locks and held them away from my face and his minty breath wafted across my neck.
“You should know by now that I will never leave you alone, especially when you need me.”
I could only groan in reply, wracked by dry heaves. One of his hands rubbed soothing circles on my back. I rested my forehead over my hands on the porcelain rim of the toilet and sighed, exhausted.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I said, shakily. “I’ve been feeling so out of sorts the last couple of weeks. I think it might be the stress.”
Sin was conspicuously silent for a few minutes, running his long fingers through my hair before tying it back in a ponytail. He prepared my toothbrush for me and watched while I erased the gunk from my mouth.
When I was done, I sighed again when he sat down against the wall and pulled me into his lap. His smoky scent surrounded me, as warm and tangible as his arms pressed against my skin. I gripped a handful of his shirt, tipping my nose up into the hollow of his throat to take a large handful of that fragrance into my lungs.
“Thank you,” I breathed.
His arms constricted slightly around me. “Don’t thank me for something I’m happy to do. It’s my privilege to take care of you.” He sighed. “I haven’t been doing a great job of it lately, or ever actually.”
“Hush,” I said, mocking his habitual use of the word. “I’m the happiest when I am with you. This life… this life is only good with you in it.”
Sin pressed his lips to my forehead and squeezed me tighter.
I laughed at his somber aura. “What is the matter with you, Mr. Serious?”
“There’s a lot going on in our lives right now.”
“Mais oui, comme toujours,” I agreed because our lives were always dramatic.
“Elena still hasn’t forgiven us and likely never will, Cosima is…” He sighed so heavily that I felt the weight of his breath fall on my face like a stone. “Cosima just woke up from a fucking coma and now her never before seen husband has shown up. Your show is in two weeks and I don’t know what the fuck is going on within my own company. It’s a lot.”
“Yes,” I said again. “I’m well aware, Sinclair. What’s your point?”
He maneuvered me quickly so that I was straddling him. I locked my ankles around his waist and sunk my fingers into the back of his overlong hair. He needed another haircut but I wasn’t going to tell him that, I liked his roguish locks. I smiled as the silky strands passed through my fingers but the expression fell off my face when I looked down into his serious electric blue eyes.
“Sin?” I breathed, nerves fluttering in my vacant tummy.
His beautiful face was perfectly impassive but those too blue eyes flared with suppressed anxiety. He took a moment to gather himself before saying, “I think we might have another thing to add to the list. I only hope you think it’s a blessing and not another tribulation.”