What Sinners Love (Sinners of Hawthorne University 3)

He’s still trying to protect me, to do what he couldn’t when Alan had me captive. He’s trying to take care of me.

But I need him to realize that the best way to do that is to treat me like he always has.

Like a fighter.

Breathing heavily, I unwrap my fingers from around his cock. But before he can step away from me, I bring both of my hands up to my breasts, palming the heavy, aching flesh before rolling my nipples between my fingers.

Gray goes still, his pupils dilating as he watches the movement. The rush of endorphins and arousal that floods me as I take in the expression on his face makes the biting pain of my injuries fade into a dull ache.

“This is what I need right now, Gray,” I murmur, keeping my gaze locked on his as I slide my hands lower, over the flat plane of my stomach and down between my legs. “I need to feel good. I need a reminder that not everything is fucking awful.”

He draws in a ragged breath as he watches me part my pussy lips with one hand, spreading myself wide open for him. When the fingers of my other hand find my clit and tease the sensitive little button, his nostrils flare.

“I’ll make myself feel good if I have to,” I continue, my voice raw and husky with need. “But I want it to be you. Fuck me like you did that night at The Silent Hour. Like we’re the antidote to each other’s pain. Please.”

The last word ends on a gasp as I thrust two fingers inside myself, imagining the slide of Gray’s cock against my inner walls.

He makes a noise that barely even sounds human, and a second later, his hand wraps around my wrist, yanking my hand away from my pussy. He brings it to his lips, drawing the two fingers that were just inside me deep into his mouth, licking them clean as he holds my wrist in an iron grip.

“You are the antidote to my pain, Sparrow,” he murmurs when he withdraws them. His pupils have expanded so wide that only small rings of blue-green still surround them, and his jaw clenches as he steps toward me, closing the small space between us. “You’re everything I’ll ever need. I can’t fucking lose you.”

“You haven’t,” I tell him. And then, even though it’s a promise I know I can’t keep, I add, “You won’t.”

Something in those words does what all my teasing seduction earlier couldn’t. It snaps the last of his restraint.

He jerks on my wrist, pulling me flush up against him as his lips crash against mine.

And this—this is the kiss I’ve needed since the beginning. It’s fierce and brutal, his lips forceful and demanding as they move against mine. He takes whatever he wants, his tongue delving into my mouth with no hesitation, sliding over my lips, my teeth, my tongue. I can feel the pressure of his cock against my stomach as his hands come up to grasp my head on either side, as if he’s holding me in place for his ravenous lips.

When he wrenches his mouth away from mine, it’s not to end this. It’s not to pull away. It’s just to take more of what he wants—what we both need.

His hands drop to my hips, and he spins me around before pressing a palm between my shoulder blades. I bend forward a little, my hands flattening on the slick tiles of the shower.

“Fuck.” Gray’s fingers sink deeply into the flesh of my hips, shaking slightly as he curses. “I can’t… Jesus, Sophie, I can’t—”

“I don’t need you to be gentle,” I gasp. “Fuck me. Just, please, fuck me.”

I don’t care if it’s not gentle.

I don’t give a fuck if it hurts.

Hell, I don’t even care if it kills me.

I need him more in this moment than I need food or water or oxygen.

Gray’s grip tightens even more, and I feel the stretch of his cock breaching my entrance a split second before he slams inside me.

It’s exactly what I asked for. Exactly what I needed.

Nothing about it is gentle or sweet. But I can feel every one of Gray’s emotions in the way he draws back and drives into me, his hips slapping against my ass as he fucks me hard and deep. I can feel my own need reflected back at me in his barely controlled thrusts.

My fingernails scrape against the slick tiles as I work to keep from collapsing forward, and when Gray slides the fingers of on

e hand around to find my clit, my knees almost give out.

He circles my clit with the same harsh, punishing tempo, and pleasure explodes through every one of my nerve endings. I’m dizzy from it, and although I’m still aware of my injuries, they feel like they belong to someone else now.

All that’s left is the blinding ecstasy of my body connecting with Gray’s.