The Consequence (The Evolution of Sin 3)

“Sin?” I asked quietly, after a moment of silence.

“Yes, my siren?”

“I love you.”

His arms constricted around me. “I will never tire of hearing you say that.”

“I don’t plan to stop anytime soon.”

The plane chose that moment to dip and tremble, which wrenched an anxious whimper from me before I could help it.

“We touch down in under two hours,” Sinclair said, his voice transitioning to its deeper, steelier tones. “Until then, I expect you to be naked.”

Warmth sluiced through my veins as I immediately lifted my dress over my head. It turned me on to know that my body reacted to his words even before my mind could.

It was awkward to disrobe on his lap so I slipped to the ground between his knees as I tossed the dress onto my abandoned chair and tugged off my underwear. When I looked up at him through my eyelashes, he was all I could see.

“I want to watch you take my cock down your throat.”

I shivered, goose bumps rolling across my skin. My hands fumbled slightly as I undid his belt and tugged the zipper over the straining bulge in his pants. His eyes tracked every detail as I freed his erection, dragging my tongue from the base of him to the tip. His musky flavor exploded on my tongue.

I wrapped my hand firmly around the bottom of his shaft and squeezed, watching the veins pulse. My eyes stayed on his as I flicked my tongue on the underside of his crown and placed him in my mouth before taking him as slowly as I could to the back of my throat.

“You look so sexy like this,” he practically growled, his hand sliding through my hair before wrapping the strands in his fists. He didn’t try to control my pace but the firm tug was just enough to remind me who was in control.

“Are you wet, my siren?”

I was. My wetness leaked down the inside of my thighs. I groaned around his length, which made him groan too.

Before I could even process the change, Sinclair had switched places with me so that I was sprawled on the sofa. He quickly pushed my legs apart and secured them wide with the seatbelts until I was spread open and immobile. I watched him beneath lowered lids as he stared at my exposed flesh, his expression tight with longing.

“You are so beautiful, Giselle,” he breathed, leaning in to plant a kiss on each inner thigh.

I trembled when he dipped a finger into my wetness and placed it in his mouth.

“And you taste extraordinary.”

I wanted to tell him to touch me harder, sink into me and take me hard but as if he could read my mind, he shook his head and settled down more comfortably on his knees.

“I need to take my time with you right now. I want to paint your body with mine, map your breasts and thighs with my tongue and trace new paths across your hips and ass with my fingers. I want you incoherent with pleasure, so saturated in me and my love that my name is the only word in your mouth.”

I gasped as he softly closed his lips over my clit and laved me with his tongue. From somewhere deep in my sleeping rational mind, I was astonished that he could have such an effect on my body. I only had to feel him in the room with me to have my heart racing. A single touch of his skin against mine ignited a furious fire deep in the heart of me.

I watched his dark red head pressed between my thighs as he pleasured me with languid strokes. The sight of such a powerful man, still impossibly immaculate in a thousand dollar suit, on his knees before me made me feel dizzy with power.

He worked me over masterfully, pausing whenever I grew too excited, licking along every erotic seam of my body until I shook with desire. I tried to press him closer, yanking his silky hair between my fists, but his warm chuckle only fueled me and the gentle press of his nose against my clit aroused me but failed to satisfy. Curses fell from my lips in a mad torrent as I begged him to make me come.

He ignored me.

A little while later, my muscles had grown slack and my head lolled on my neck as I murmured his name over and over again, incoherent with an overload of pleasure.

“My sweet siren wants to come, don’t you?” he teased against the folds of my sex. “You want to come against my tongue?”

A soft groan was all I could manage.

I could feel his smile against my damp inner thigh. It was the sign he had been waiting for.

With a skillful twist of his fingers and a soft nip of his teeth over the hood of my clit, I exploded at the seams. It was a messy orgasm, my hoarse shouts primal and my body flailing against my restraints as every muscle in my body clenched and unclenched in mind-blowing release.