Page 26 of Sin (Salvation #1)
Cassidy
“I’d do anything for you,” I tell him, and it’s no lust-filled promise that will lose its meaning when this moment fades. I’d do anything for Sin.
“You’re so good,” Sin says feverishly, “I thought if I let myself get close to you, I’d ruin that goodness, but maybe that’s not how it works,” he says, looking at me with something like hope in his eyes. “Maybe your goodness is what will save me. Maybe you’re my salvation.”
Mercifully, Sin finally closes the space between us.
I let out a sigh of relief as I collapse into him, his strength keeping my shaking body upright.
He bats away my hand from my cock and grabs it, his vise-like grip stroking me in a brutal rhythm.
At the feel of his strong, possessive hand, I race toward an overpowering orgasm.
My back arches in ecstasy as I explode all over Sin’s hand.
My body shakes from the aftermath, while I watch with awe as Sin releases my spent cock and brings his hand to his mouth and licks off all my come like he’s starving. “Mmmm.” He licks his lips. “Delicious.”
Then with both hands, he takes me by the head, then tilts my face up to his, and presses his mouth down on me.
He’s kissing me. He’s finally really kissing me.
It’s nothing like our previous kisses. It’s anything but chaste.
It’s hot and all-consuming as his lips conquer mine with one dominant brush of his lips at a time.
He tastes of brine and a hint of musk, and I go mad when I realize I’m tasting my own come.
My lips part in a moan, and he slips his tongue inside.
Every possessive stroke of his tongue radiates through my body and reawakens my cock, even though I’ve just cum harder than ever before.
It's not just the pleasure I’m reveling in, though. It’s that the feeling of connection I’ve always felt with Sin is finally being allowed to thrive. Hip to hip, mouth to mouth, there are no barriers holding us back from one another. It’s glorious.
He wrenches his mouth away.I try chasing it, but he evades me.
“Not enough,” he growls, slightly bending his knees and grabbing me by the thighs and hoisting me up. I intuitively wrap my legs around him, and he takes us to the bed where he throws me on the mattress and comes down on top of me, and locks his mouth back to mine.
I tear at his shirt. There’s a hotness in standing naked before him while he was completely clothed, but now I’m hungry to be skin to skin.
Refusing to break the kiss, he shrugs out of his shirt, leaving me to explore the muscled hardness of his upper body.
His skin is hot to the touch, and I memorize it as my own with each exploration of my hand.
Our hard cocks rub together, but neither of us chase the feeling to completion.
We lose ourselves in each kiss. So caught up that time slips away and hours go by.
Eventually, too-bright sunlight glares through the open blinds of Sin’s windows, and he breaks away from me with a curse to fumble for the remote.
The blinds close, leaving us to darkness once again.
He looks like a Grecian god, his chiseled jaw and blond hair shining in the darkness while he rests on his elbow and surveys the wreckage of my swollen lips and stubble-roughened jaw and cheeks.
“Mine,” he declares, sending a thrill through me that intensifies as he leans down and takes my mouth in a kiss that seems to be designed to back up his covetous declaration.
Totally giving myself up to his domination, I surrender my body to the bliss he’s giving me.
Then all of a sudden, he pulls back and sits up. “Fuck,” he says, eyes huge. “It’s your birthday.” Guilt mars his face. “I’m sorry. It’s been a pretty screwed up birthday.”
“Only the beginning of it.” I rise up to kiss him on the lips. “And even with the way it started, it’s easily the best birthday I’ve ever had.”
He shakes his head. “I need to start raising your expectations of what you deserve.” He reaches out to caress my face.
“That begins now. We’ll hit the festival, see Jonah Reeves, and then afterwards I’ll take you to the best French restaurant in town, and after that we can hit up a cozy little blues club I love on Marchand Street. ”
Sin’s plans sound wonderful, and I’d love to do all those things with him, but it’s not really how I want to spend my birthday—not now that I’m finally getting to touch and kiss Sin to my heart’s content.
I don’t want to disappoint Sin, though. He went to all the trouble of getting the tickets, and I know how much he loves Jonah Reeves.
I put on a smile for Sin. “That sounds great.”
He tilts my head up to meet my gaze. “Is there something else you’d rather do on your birthday?”
“Of course, I want to?—”
Sin interrupts my lie. “The truth, Cassidy.”
“I really did want to go to Freedom Fest with you and watch all the bands, especially Jonah Reeves, but now that all this happened between us,” I motion at the rumpled sheets, “I really don’t want to leave this hotel room, or this bed because what I’d really like for my birthday—” I hesitate.
“What would you like?” Sin prompts.
Can I ask him for this? He’s pushed me away so many times. I don’t know if I can handle it if he rejects my request.
But that was before I saw how his eyes burn for me. Before I felt his desire for me in his hands and on his lips. Before I saw and felt how hard his cock gets for me. I take a deep breath and ask for what I really want.
“I want you to take my virginity.”