Page 39 of Love At the Gates of Hell (The Seven Sinners Trilogy #1)

He kissed her, and he could swear he tasted the mixture of them both on his tongue as he pressed his hips down against hers, his cock teasing at her entrance.

She moaned into his mouth, her hands pressing into his shoulders as he rocked against her.

Benny dragged one hand toward his jaw, her thumb pressing against his bottom lip.

He teased her again and another gasp left her lips.

“Gideon,” she breathed. “I’m losing my mind.”

He smirked. “Is that right, princess?”

She tugged at his hair, drawing his lips against hers.

“I need to feel you inside of me,” she said. “Please.”

Fuck. He wanted that too. So badly.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

He reached between them, both their bodies slick with sweat and sex.

He worked his cock against her entrance slowly, inch by inch.

She squirmed against him, working her hips to take him deeper, her breath a little whine that made him feel like he was going to lose it right there.

But she was tight and warm and felt every bit as good as he thought she would.

Gideon knew that sex with someone for the first time could be awkward—hell, he’d had plenty of one-night stands that were less than fulfilling.

But this? All the ache and need and pure want?

“You’re fucking perfect,” he couldn’t help but say as he fully sank into her, his words a mess of a groan as he began to buck his hips. “Christ, Benny, the way you feel—”

“I know,” she said. “I know, this is—”

But neither of them managed to finish as their mouths found each other again, the kiss growing more intense, a little sloppy, both of them hungry for each other.

And for a long moment, it was like they were completely lost in each other, their bodies falling into a rhythm.

Like they were becoming acquainted with each other in a completely new way.

Gideon snaked his hand around her back, pulling them both up so that she was in his lap, his hips still rocking with hers as he held her upright.

The position gave them both an edge and an incredible friction, and he loved the way she rode him, her hips pressing against him with every rise and fall of her body.

He clutched his hand against her lower back as the other curved at her breast, his thumb toying at the stiff bud of her nipple, and she tilted her head back as a low hum vibrated on her lips, her hair hanging around her shoulders.

He kissed her throat, her chest, unable to keep his mouth off of her.

A sudden tingle worked its way through his body as she ran her hands along his back, his shoulders, ruffling through his hair, and his name tumbled from her lips so softly.

“What magic is this,” he grumbled against her skin.

“It’s just me,” she whispered. “It’s how you make me feel.”

It was a warmth and a little vibration, a sizzle of something he couldn’t quite grasp. It felt fucking incredible. Was that how he made her feel? He moaned against her skin, letting the magic work through him.

She murmured something and Gideon lifted his head to meet her gaze.

“Use your words, princess.”

“Touch me again,” she said, her tone pleading. “Please.”

The corner of his mouth curved into a smirk as he dragged his hand down, his fingers pressing against her clit, moving in soft circles and the way she clenched against him forced a low groan from the back of his throat.

He was nearing his own peak now, just close enough he could feel the sensation working through him in a kind of frenzied buildup.

She shifted against him, finding her leverage with his hand, squeezing her thighs around his hips in a way that dragged another heavy breath from him.

“You feel incredible when you do that,” he managed roughly. “But you’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop.”

Benny’s laughter was light as she whispered, “But that’s what I want. Let’s see who gets there first.”

He grunted as she sucked his earlobe into her mouth, teething at his skin.

She might just be the winner. Or maybe he was.

It didn’t matter. He was lost to every inch of her.

He increased his pressure on her clit, his other hand working its way down to the curve of her ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he bucked up into her.

He wanted to feel her fall apart on his cock, just like he had his hands and his mouth. It was a fucking privilege.

Benny’s body seemed to almost spark as her hips convulsed against his.

She was gripping so tightly on his shoulders, he was sure she was going to leave a mark.

Which was no different from what he already felt was there, but at this least one would be visible.

Her face was buried in his shoulder, her moans and whimpers sending him over the edge.

One arm clutched her tightly to him as he felt himself come, his cock twitching inside of her.

He could feel the release work through him like a wave of shocks over and over again, and he couldn’t remember the last time it had been this intense.

His growl turned into a moan as he let it ride through him.

They both lingered there, in each other’s arms, bodies too entwined and spent to move for the moment.

She rested her forehead against his, and he snuck a kiss, a light one, just barely grazing her lips.

She laughed as she brushed her fingers through his hair, seemingly trying to fix whatever had happened to it after the shower.

“I think you won,” she whispered.