Page 20 of Protected by the Sinner (The Sinner’s Touch #2)
I barely register the moment he lifts me and carries me to the bed.
I’ve lost track of where I am—because right now, all that exists for me is him.
His taste on my tongue. The silk-wrapped hardness of his cock. The guttural moans he let out when he was in my mouth.
Beau thinks he could hurt me? He was nothing but perfect and careful. He has no idea what I’ve seen. I know exactly what a man can do when he wants to hurt a woman.
I push the thought away. I won’t let my past taint the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.
His hands glide over my body, switching between kisses and bites.
Everywhere he touches, I feel branded—possessed—claimed.
And I want more.
“I love the way we smell together,” I confess because he needs to know everything he makes me feel.
He gets up, strips off his pants and boxers, and despite having already tasted him with my hands and mouth, I’m struck by the sight of him—fully.
His cock points upward, and he strokes it slowly, eyes locked on mine.
I lick my lips, tasting him again, and when he sees that, he walks over to me.
There’s a flutter in my stomach, but it’s not fear. It’s anticipation.
I don’t let myself dream, but just for tonight, I’ll dive headfirst into this thing happening between us.
To my surprise, he lies back on the bed and extends a hand.
I straddle his thighs—and even after everything we’ve done, there’s something strange about being completely naked on top of him, one leg on either side of his body. Even though I’m not shy, the way he looks at me makes me want to leap into his arms or run away—both at once.
“Come here, Amber. I want you to feel me. See what you do to me.”
This must be his softer side. Even though he said he’s not a prince, he’s trying to be gentle.
I obey, hovering above his cock, kneeling.
He shifts, and his tip brushes against me.
“Ahhhhhh . . .”
“Fuck, you kill me with those moans.”
He grabs my hips and rocks me forward and back over him. The friction is delicious. I try to lower myself, but he won’t let me.
“Not yet. Just feel.”
Following his lead, I start grinding against him—and each pass gets more intense.
Soon I’m soaked, wetting his cock.
I glance down—he’s glistening with my arousal.
On impulse, I scoop up a drop of my slickness and offer it to him.
He sucks my finger all the way into his mouth—and the sight makes my clit throb.
Suddenly, he lifts me and positions me over his face.
The feeling of his mouth on me is so overwhelming I have to grip the headboard.
Beau devours me like I’m the most delicious meal and he doesn’t want to waste a bite.
I give in—shameless, chasing pleasure.
My rational mind is gone. Not a single coherent thought remains.
It’s just us now. Skin, scent, and heat.
Moans and cries. Me begging for more.
He licks and sucks so deeply I can’t hold back.
“I’m going to come,” I warn, and he intensifies everything, kissing me in the most intimate way.
I collapse beside him, half passed out, unable to move.
I vaguely register him getting up, but he’s back quickly.
He spreads my legs and settles between them, his arms on either side of my face but not dropping his weight onto me.
I feel the tip of his cock slide across my stomach—and inside me, a storm of desire and urgency rages.
God, he’s beautiful. Even now, with his face tense like he’s in pain—he’s beautiful.
I raise my head to kiss him, running my tongue across his lips, my hands exploring his back.
“What are you doing to me, Amber?” It doesn’t sound like he expects an answer. More like he’s speaking to himself.
“I want you. I’m not afraid.” I reach down between us and notice he’s put on a condom.
I hadn’t even thought about it. What a mess. Thank God one of us is still thinking straight.
I stroke his chest, and he groans, his hips shifting, his cock brushing my entrance.
I grind against him, and he lets out a deep, raw sound.
Slowly, he starts pushing inside me.
It’s like he’s in no rush at all—while I feel like a pressure cooker ready to blow.
“I want you inside me. I want to feel what it’s like to have your body in mine, Beau.” I’m breathless, wild with want and expectation.
His teeth clench as he slides in deeper. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“Is that bad? Because if you stop now, I’ll kill you. I swear,” I try to joke.
“I can’t stop anymore, Amber.” He says it like an apology—then grips my hips and sinks all the way into me. “Jesus Christ,” he growls into my ear.
He starts moving, and soon, I’m moaning, moving with him, molding myself around him like I never want to let go.
“Your pussy is fucking amazing. All of you, Amber.”
The words should embarrass me—but they don’t.
Not when I see on his face just how much he wants me.
I feel powerful. Wanted.
Maybe it won’t last—but right now, he’s mine.
I grab his shoulders and pull him closer.
“I’m trying to hold back,” he says.
“I don’t want you to. Show me everything.”
He pulls out almost completely, then thrusts back in deep. My body is on fire. The burn between my thighs spreads through me, and I need to see how far it can go.
I lift my legs, planting my feet on the bed for leverage, trying to draw him deeper.
He grips my hips hard, his hands like claws. “Don’t test me. I’ve got limits.”
He dips his head, licking one nipple, then the other—and I moan, delirious.
The air in the room is thick with the scent of us.
Sex. Lust. Wet, hot bodies colliding.
I press my lips to his ear. “Please, show me what it means to be your woman.”
He bites my chin. “Fuck, Amber,” he growls and drives into me hard.
But this time, he doesn’t stop.
His hips pound into me, filling me completely with every thrust.
“I could stay here forever.”
I tune out his words. I don’t want them, only the pleasure he gives me.
I kiss him to silence him, my tongue seducing him the way he seduces my body.
I love the feeling of being stretched by his cock. Of being taken.
I open my eyes—and he’s watching me. The entire time he’s inside me, Beau is looking at me.
It’s too much.
I can’t let myself remember him like this—because even before it’s over, I already feel the ache of missing him.
And I know we’re temporary. Everything in my life is.
I focus on the pleasure, refusing to let emotions reach me.
He bites my neck, and it feels like he finally lets all his barriers fall.
The way he takes me now forces me to spread my legs wider, and when I do, I feel our pubic hair brushing together. The sensation is intimate and wildly erotic.
Beau’s huge—but we fit together like perfect halves.
He grinds his hips, and I bite his shoulder hard. He’s driving me insane.
“That’s it. Show me when it feels good,” he says.
I feel him pulsing inside me, growing. My body squeezes him back.
He curses and spills filthy words. He licks and kisses my mouth, my ears, my neck.
We’re slick, sweaty, lost in the chaos of our passion.
I taste his chest, run my tongue over his nipple, his hard bicep. I want to lick every inch of him, and maybe I never will get enough.
I take everything he gives and demand just as much in return.
I don’t want to look at him the way he looks at me. But I can’t help it. I’m starving for him. To see him. Touch him. Devour him.
He rides me, his face buried in my neck, his hand never leaving the space between my thighs.
The heat builds, and my body tightens.
I can’t believe I’m going to come again. I didn’t think I could, but the desire Beau stirs in me has its own rules.
He moves his hips with a relentless rhythm—thrusting deep, then circling—but always making me beg for more.
“Beau . . .”
He knows what I’m feeling without me saying a word.
When I scream his name again, giving in to my pleasure, he thrusts harder. He grabs my ass, lifting me off the bed, slamming into me deeper. Pounding without pause.
“I’m gonna come so fucking hard.”
His words are the final warning before he heats me from the inside, making me feel the intensity of his orgasm even through the condom.
“Amber!” he roars, driving into me one last time.
The last thought I have before I fall into deep sleep is that I never want him to leave. This is the first time in my life I’ve ever felt whole.