Page 55 of Cruel When He Smiles (Sinners of Blackthorne U #3)
His pupils are blown wide. Cheeks flushed, lips parted, breath coming in unsteady gasps as he stares up at me. “Good,” I murmur, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. “Keep ‘em right there.”
Green eyes lock onto mine with trembling lashes and parted lips like he’s already halfway to falling apart. It makes a different emotion curl up tight in my chest, and it’s not just lust or possession.
“Deep breath, baby,” I say, and then I push in.
He gasps as I breach him, that perfect heat swallowing me inch by fucking inch. His mouth falls open, but nothing comes out except this shattered little whimper that kills me. I move slowly, stretching him around me, watching every twitch of his brow, every gasp that slips from his throat.
“You feel like heaven,” I whisper, my hips rolling until I’m buried to the hilt, surrounded by his heat, his body squeezing me so fucking tight it steals my breath.
“L-Liam—”
“I know,” I breathe, sliding my hand to his chest, feeling the way his heart hammers beneath my palm. “I know, Pup. Just breathe for me and hold my eyes.”
I stay still for a second, letting him adjust, letting him feel it.
Me.
Us.
The weight of it.
The intimacy.
The fact that he let me in this far, let me have him like this without begging, without bratting, without resistance.
And then I move.
A slow, grinding pull back, followed by a gentle thrust that makes him whimper into the side of my neck. He’s tight, clenching around me like his body doesn’t want to let me go, and fuck—my control almost breaks right there.
“I f-feel you…” he stammers, blinking hard, and the vulnerability in his eyes guts me, “I feel you everywhere.”
I duck my head and kiss him softly. Full of heat and reverence. My hips move slowly, dragging in and out of him, and his legs tighten around me.
I roll my hips just right, watching the way he gasps, the way he winces when his back arches off the bed. “You feel so goddamn good; it’s like your body’s wired to make me beg.”
His lashes flutter, his lips parting as I move again, keeping the pace torturously slow. “Liam, I can’t—” he gasps, his legs tightening around me, pulling me deeper.
“You need it rough?” I ask, picking up the pace a little. “Need me to take the softness away?”
He pulls me close. “No—”
“Want me to keep it like this?”
His nod is frantic. “Yes. Yes, please—” He moans, his whole body shaking under me. “I don’t want this to end.”
I pause, and my heart stutters in my chest because I fucking agree.
So, I slow down, grinding deep instead of thrusting, drawing my fingers up his sides, across his ribs, to the center of his chest again, where his heart’s beating too fast. I press my hand there, palm flat, and look him in the eyes. “It doesn’t have to.”
His breath catches, and his hand slips around my wrist to hold it there. “Even if I’m not easy?”
I blink at that. “You think I want easy?” I ask, lips ghosting along his jaw as I continue to fuck him slowly. “Fuck no. I want you, just like this. Every broken, stubborn, perfect part of you.”
Nate whimpers, tipping his head forward until our foreheads rest together, and I start moving slowly again, fucking him with purpose.
His hands are all over me, and I feel no revulsion. His breath is coming in desperate little gasps between every kiss, every thrust. I can feel how close he is in the way his thighs start to tremble and his leaking cock drags against my shirt.
“You can come,” I whisper, brushing my nose against his. “Go ahead, baby. Make a mess of me.”
His body tenses all at once, heels digging into the mattress, mouth open in a silent cry as he comes hard between us, hot and wet and desperate. His entire body arches off the bed, and I fuck him through it, groaning when he clenches around me—tight, spasming, perfect.
“Fuck—Nate— fuck —”
I follow half a second later, hips slamming forward as I spill inside him, groaning his name against his mouth like it’s a confession I shouldn’t be allowed to make.
He whimpers beneath me, hands still clutching at my shoulders, his body twitching from the aftershocks. When I finally still, I stay there, breathless, and don’t pull out.
I brush his sweat-soaked hair from his forehead and press a kiss there. The way he looks at me—fuck. It’s too much right now.
I should look away. I should close my eyes and just focus on the feeling of him, but I can’t. I can’t stop looking at him, can’t stop memorizing the way his lips part, the way his brow furrows.
And then, the ache in my chest sharpens.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this feeling, this tightness in my ribs, this fucking warmth that I didn’t ask for. I don’t understand it.
Nate moves his hips beneath me, his hands sliding up to cup my face, his touch gentle and hesitant. His gaze searches mine, something soft in his expression, something dangerous.
I let my forehead drop against his, eyes slipping shut for a second before I force them open again, because I want to see this. I want to see him like this.
The world outside doesn’t matter. The bed could burn, and I wouldn’t move. Not when Nate’s gaze is fixed on me like I’m the only thing that’s ever made sense to him. And maybe that’s why I can’t look away—because for once, I’m not sure which one of us is holding the other in place.
I let my other hand find his, lacing our fingers together over the rapid beat of his heart.
He doesn’t pull back. He squeezes three times, then loosens his grip, but keeps our hands joined.
My chest feels too small for my lungs, and I don’t know if it’s because of the heat, the closeness, or the fact that I’m not trying to run from it.
His eyes flick to my mouth, then back up, and I know if I kiss him again, I won’t be able to stop. I hover there anyway, close enough to feel the faint brush of his breath on my lips. He doesn’t move to close the distance, and neither do I.
It’s a standoff we both win.
The sheets are damp under us, his skin slick and warm against mine, our bodies still tangled, still connected.
I know I should pull back before this turns into something I can’t undo, but I don’t.
I just hold his gaze and let him hold mine, until the rest of the world fades so far away it might never come back.