What Sinners Love (Sinners of Hawthorne University 3)

That thought hits me in the chest like a ton of bricks. It’s an undeniable reminder of what this is, of what it means. This moment between us is about so much more than sex.

It’s love.

It’s commitment.

It’s a promise of forever, or as much of fucking “forever” as we can get with Alan doing his best to destroy us.

But every minute that I get to have with this man is a fucking gift, and even if our time is limited, I’ll never regret a second of it.

My jaw clenches, tears burning my eyes as an overload of emotions pours through me. I’ve been through the lowest lows and the highest highs today, and it makes me feel a little dazed as Declan finally lowers his head and scrapes his teeth over the line of my inner thigh. When he reaches my pussy, he laps at me slowly, sliding his tongue inside me before dragging it over my clit.

Hunger infuses every movement, but he doesn’t rush. Instead, he draws it out as long as he can, taking his time exploring me with his mouth until I’m a whimpering mess beneath him.

“Declan,” I groan, tossing my head back and forth as I reach down to slide my fingers through his hair. “Please. Fuck, please.”

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs quietly, and the warmth and promise in his voice is somehow sexy as fuck.

Picking up his tempo just a little, he finds the pattern that makes me moan loudly and repeats it over and over until I’m falling apart beneath him, my body shuddering and my breath catching as sparks of pleasure burst inside me like fireworks.

But he’s not satisfied with that.

His tongue keeps moving, finding a new rhythm before my body can adjust to the old one. He keeps licking me until the first orgasm fades, and right on its heels comes a second one, just as intense as the first. This time, instead of holding on to his hair, I reach up and grab my breasts, plucking at my nipples as my mouth drops open.

Declan’s gaze lifts to mine, and I watch his pupils dilate through the thick sweep of his eyelashes. His tongue keeps moving, so hot and wet and firm that it’s driving me out of my mind, and he groans as he watches me play with my breasts.

I can’t take it. Knowing how fucking turned on he is, knowing how badly he wants to be inside me right now? It pushes me over the edge again, and I dissolve into a quivering mess as my hips grind against his face.

My chest is heaving, but I can’t quite seem to catch my breath. Even when the movement of Declan’s tongue finally slows, my heart keeps beating so fast that it’s hard for my lungs to function.

He crawls up to hover over me, reaching down to shove his pants off before kicking them away. The lower half of his face glistens with my arousal, and when he licks his lips, my clit jolts with pleasure as if he’d licked me instead.

“You didn’t have to tell me you love me,” I whisper breathlessly, my lips curving up in a sassy smile. “You could’ve just done that, and I think I would’ve gotten the picture.”

He smiles back, then drops his head to kiss me. His cock slides against my entrance, and I jump when it brushes against my clit.

“Maybe,” he murmurs against my lips. “But I’d rather do both. Watching the woman I love come is one of my favorite things in the world.”

“Then make me come again.” I nip at his jaw as I grab his ass and pull him down toward me. “With your big, fat cock.”

He growls softly, and then his mouth is on mine again, devouring me with a deep kiss as he lines himself up and thrusts into me.

I almost come again on the spot, even though I planned to make him work for it. But my body is wound up, still riding the knife’s edge of pleasure after coming hard three times in a row. My pussy is flushed and swollen, and the feel of him driving into me is almost more than I can take.

A loud cry falls from my lips as I hook my legs around his waist, pinning his body to mine and holding him there for a second before he begins to thrust in and out.

His mouth finds the shell of my ear, his breath gusting over my skin as he moves over me, our bodies rocking together with each surge of his hips.

“I like watching you come on my tongue. I like watching you come on my cock.” He bites down on my earlobe, setting his teeth lightly into my flesh before licking away the sting. “I liked watching you come on Elias’s cock.”

The deep rasp of his voice as he says those last words makes a fresh wave of arousal flare inside me. I cling to him, wrapping my arms and legs around him and burying my face against his warm skin as I come again. It’s long and slow, rolling through my body like the tide as Declan finally lets himself go too.

“Shit. Like that. Just like that. So fucking tight.” He slams into me in several hard strokes before letting out a rough moan.

Our bodies are a little sweaty, and our skin sticks together as he grinds his hips against mine, drawing out the pleasure for both of us. Then he rolls over onto his back, bringing me with him so I’m draped over his chest.

His heartbeat thuds heavily in my ear as I rest against him, my nerves still tingling all over.

It’s beating for me, I realize, and the thought bolsters me in a way I