Page 97 of Sins and Virtue

Nothing made me happier than to hear that, but if she wasn’t ready, I wouldn’t force it. I wouldn’t insist on something that could only hurt her, and that I would never do. I would never forgive myself if I did such a thing. Her needs came before mine. Always.

“Are you sure? There are other ways to be intimate… Although admittedly I haven’t practiced them often, I can try—”

Her fingers touched my mouth, pausing my speech, and just like that, this woman had commanded me.

Blair’s hazel eyes softened like liquid honey. Her voice was like a fucking addiction. “If there’s one thing I want tonight, it’s to be all yours.”

My chest rose with her very acknowledgement.

Bringing her hand to my lips, I kissed it.

Then I kissed her wrist, then the curve of her arm, and the tip of her shoulder, rising to the collarbone, kissing all of her skin, not missing an inch. Pressing my whole soul into each one, hoping she could feel it.

“You are my holy occasion. You are my religion. Nothing is so worthy of having my praise and worship.”

My lips rasped against her.

Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, a moan airing out from her lips. “That’s blasphemy.”

“Are you going to deny me salvation?” My lips parted, curling on one side.

Her breath fanned against my lips, hazel eyes all hazed, and body languid. “You think I can save you?”

“If you can’t, I don’t know who can.”

She flashed a smile, her skin hot, nearly burning with blush as she pulled me into a kiss. Her lips were seeking and clinging to mine. Desperately. Forsakenly. Madly. The curve of her mouth brought me in as I swept my tongue, tasting her as she fought back. Dominance seeking its war.

Yet to be truthful, she was the victor because she had won my heart and soul with one look.

I scoured her lips until my teeth bit and nipped at her bottom one, subjugating some control, some sanity that barely clung to me. Roaming my hands down her ass and picking her up as I walked her back and sat her down on the marble altar. The abrupt shift made her break away, gazing at me with matched fascination.

I breathed in, taking in her surreal essence and delicate vanilla sugar scent, which created a cloud, and everything felt dreamy. Just being around her took me to another dimension where she came to the epicenter and nothing else mattered.

People thought she was powerless against me, but the reality was against her I was the helpless one.

“Take off your shirt. I want to touch you,” she ordered with defiant sass, leaning her back on her palms as she waited.

“Take it off yourself.”

She challenged me with her glare, biting her bottom lip, but I wasn’t giving in.

“Fine, youzanuda.”

I pressed my thumb against her chin. “Say it again.”

“Zanuda.”

And if there was ever a doubt in the world, I’d surely keep her now.

Nudging her chin once more, I smirked. “Goodkotyonok.”

She winked and then raked her nails down the center of my shirt as she landed on the hem of the shirt and lifted it up. The cool air met my stomach, then shoulders, as she took all of me in. Her eyes googled me as she raised her hands, fingers inspecting and outlining the curve of the tattoos and scars.

“You’re —”

“Beautiful.” I brought my hand to her neck, roaming my calloused fingers over her soft skin and visible collarbones, allowing myself to memorize her petite, voluminous body. She was so different compared to myself. A rarity, and I loved her touch against mine. My exploration continued downward to the mount of her breasts as her nipples poked against her thin white lacy shirt. Begging to be touched and played with.

Naturally, giving into my most natural instinct, I rubbed her nipples between my fingers afterwards.