Sinning in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 2)

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Laurel

I’m caught completely off-guard when Sin’s strong hands close around my wrists like the sexiest of shackles. It’s no light, tender grasp—it’s tight like a vice, and the suddenness knocks my heart right out of my chest. He presses me into the soft mattress, his heated gaze sweeping over me with a casual sense of ownership.

“All mine,” he murmurs, his tone low and gruff.

“Always,” I assure him quietly.

He releases my wrists now, skimming my sides with the tips of his fingers as he moves down my body. “Let’s see how wet you are for me, pretty girl.”

Flushing with anticipation, I have to fight to restrain the shy urge to turn my face. It still makes me flushed when he does this. When he spreads my legs and looks at my pussy the way he does. I don’t want to look, but I can’t resist the peek at his face while he looks at me. He looks so hungry, so reverent, like he’s looking at something he wants so desperately.

I guess maybe it’s the same way I feel when I look at his cock. Really, any part of his body turns my body into a pit of flames, my insides into liquid need. The idea that he wants me even half as much as I want him makes me feel powerful. No amount of worshiping his body could ever adequately express how I feel when I look at him, how much I want him with every part of me. Maybe he feels that way, too.

Tonight he’s not just here to look, he’s here to touch. He’s here to taste. He leans down and kisses the outside of my pussy like he would kiss my mouth. This is something new to me, not something I experienced before Sin. I’ve experienced oral sex before, but not the way Sin does it. Not like he truly wants to be doing it, like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than between my legs. There’s no rush to the orgasm so he can get his—he treats this like he is getting his. Like this is all he’s here for. Like we could do this all night and he’d be happy.

As his tongue breaches my entrance and rubs against my clit, I writhe, reaching above me to hold onto the pillow. His dark eyes shoot up to me. He looks so mischievous. It’s adorable. I can’t help smiling at him, but then he gets more aggressive, sucking on my clit, and I lose my smile, my breath hitching as my hips roll forward.

Sin’s grip drops to my hips, holding me in place while he licks me. Every stroke of his tongue makes me shudder with delight. One of his hands remains on my hip, but he moves the other between my legs, pushing a finger inside me while he licks at my clit. His finger moves deeper into my pussy, stretching me, preparing me for him.

The thought sends a streak of excitement coursing through me. I’m finally going to have him inside me. God, I want it so much. I’ve never had someone inside me bare before. I wonder how it will feel.

Sin sidetracks my thoughts when he shoves a second finger inside me, when the pressure building becomes hard to ignore. He licks, he sucks, he nips. He drives me crazy with his mouth, pumping his fingers inside me all the while, leading my mind toward the scary, sexy thought of him finally invading me. His attention between my thighs together with the sensual thoughts swirling through my head—it’s too much. I cry out as an orgasm hits my body hard and violent pleasure bursts inside me. I can feel him watching me come, and God, that’s hot, too.

Gratitude sweeps over me, desperate gratitude. I need him in my mouth. Getting a little aggressive myself,

I try to push him off me so I can crawl down and suck on him, but he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back, dragging me down on the bed.

“Nope,” he says, moving on top of me.

“Just a little taste,” I beg. “Please. I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want after.”

“It’s sexy as hell how much you like going down on me, did I ever tell you that?”

Reaching between his legs, I grab his cock and rub the head with my fingers. “Then let me have a taste.”

He shakes his head. “Not tonight. Tonight I’m saving every drop for when I’m inside you.”

“Mm,” I murmur, my lips parting in anticipation as his face moves closer. His perfect lips brush mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss. Even now he’s teasing me, dropping soft kisses all over my face. It makes me feel so loved. I want to give back, so as soon as he stops kissing my face, I bend my head and start kissing him. I’m so in love with every sexy inch of his body, I need the whole night to properly worship it. I need to kiss every inch, to taste him—even though he won’t let me, because he’s being stingy—and admire every plane of his body. I want to show him how lucky I feel that he’s mine by giving him as much pleasure as possible.

He’s still on top of me so I can’t reach him everywhere, but I can wrap my arms around him—one over his broad, muscled shoulder, one around his back, my nails lightly scoring his skin. His eyes smolder when I do that, and excitement jumps in my belly. That look warns me of so many things, and I want every last one of them.

I want to know every desire he keeps locked away inside him, the darkest, dirtiest corners. I want to know him inside and out, know him as well as I know myself. I can’t believe I get to have him. I can’t believe he’s mine for the rest of my life.

“What are you going to do to me, captor?” I tease.

He smiles darkly, sending a thrill through my belly. Then he leans down to drag kisses along my jaw as he tells me, “I liked being your captor. You should have seen your face the first time you saw me naked.”

I flush at the memory of him standing bedside, this beautiful body a scary, dark fantasy. “You were so gorgeous, but so scary. I thought you were going to murder me.”

Smirking, he mocks me. “Yeah, that’s what you were afraid I was going to do.”

I bite my lip, recalling the thoughts that went through my head. “Everything about you is part scary, part sexy,” I inform him.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, nipping at my neck.

I nod, holding him close. “And 100 percent perfect, of course.”