Page 42 of Sweet Sinners

Chapter thirty-five

Connor

I don't need another fucking invitation.

I'm on her instantly, catching her mouth in a kiss I've wanted all goddamn day, all my life, maybe. "Fuck," I groan against her lips, tasting the softness I've craved. "You have no idea how hard it's been staying away from you."

She arches into me, hands gripping my hair, pulling me closer. "I've tried so hard to tell myself no," she whispers, breathless and needy. "But I can't do it anymore."

"I know," I rasp, biting her bottom lip, dragging a needy moan from her throat. "I can't either. I've tried to stay away, to keep things clear, but every damn thing you do makes it impossible. Your voice, your eyes—hell, even the way you snap at me gets me hard. You’re everything, Cali."

She whimpers softly, pulling me into another frantic kiss. "Touch me. Now."

I can't deny her. Not when she's begging like this, not when I’ve dreamed every night about this moment—her legs around my waist, her voice breaking as I finally claim her.

The staff is gone, I sent everyone away and didn't care about the looks they gave me, no one here but us, hidden behind glass and plants. Perfect.

I drag her zipper down, her dress pooling around her feet in a silken heap, forgotten instantly as I lift her off the ground and pin her against the glass.

Cali wraps herself around me, legs squeezing tight, grinding against the throbbing ache behind my zipper, the ache that’s been torturing me since I found her reading in this same greenhouse.

Every night spent alone with my hand has been about her, always Cali, always her soft moans, her defiant eyes, her perfect fucking mouth.

I jerk her bra down next, cupping her breast roughly, rolling her nipple between my thumb and finger. She arches, her breath hitching beautifully. My mouth closes over her nipple, sucking, licking, biting softly until she trembles violently in my arms.

"More," she pleads desperately, pressing one palm to the fogged glass behind her, bracing herself as I lift her higher, arms trembling under her weight. But I don't care, I’d hold her here forever if it means I can taste her, mark her, finally make her mine.

"Please, Connor," she begs, her voice shattered, eyes half-closed with desire. "I need you."

I can't deny her, not when she's begging like this, not when she’s trembling in my grip like she might break apart. Instead of shoving her panties aside to check how wet she is—how fucking ready—I palm her ass roughly, digging my fingers into the soft curve and pulling her closer.

"Tell me something, Cali," I murmured, grazing my lips over the pulse pounding in her neck. "Is it me you’re craving, or are you just desperate to come?"

Her eyes darkened, gaze locked onto mine as she whispered, "It's always you, Connor. Even when it shouldn't be."

"Just me?" I teased, teeth scraping gently against her skin, savoring the shiver racing through her.

Her hips rocked against mine, urgent, pleading. "Only you," she whimpered. "I’m aching, Connor. My fingers aren't enough, I need yours. I need you ."

"Such a good girl," I purr, sliding my hand beneath her panties, fingers teasing softly over her swollen clit.

Fuck, she's drenched. It's practically a crime not to give her more, especially when her moans sound like pure sin.

I lick her nipple again, rolling the stiff peak against my tongue, savoring the way she arches and gasps my name.

"Be loud for me, Angel," I whisper roughly. "I want to hear how good I make you feel."

She nods, breathless, as I push a finger into her tight heat. A strangled moan escapes her, nails sinking into my shoulders. "Connor!"

"Yes," I pant against her skin. "Say my name again. Louder this time. Memorize it, Calliope."

I slide another finger into her, curling upward, searching for that spot that’ll shatter her. My teeth graze over her nipple again, and she arches into my touch, rocking her hips, riding my fingers, desperate for every stroke, every thrust.

"God, yes," she whimpers, her voice broken, lost to pleasure. She’s grinding down on my fingers, begging with every breath, and it makes me harder than I’ve ever been. I want to fuck her so badly it hurts, but her pleasure comes first. Always first.

I work another finger inside her, curling and stroking until she's clutching me, panting, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. She’s soaking me, dripping down my wrist, and when she finally comes undone, screaming my name, clinging to me, it's the best goddamn sound I’ve ever heard.

"Connor—yes, yes—oh God, please!" she gasps, her body trembling violently as pleasure rips through her.

I don't want her to stop. I want her greedy, desperate and begging me to fill her, to ruin her again and again.

I pull my fingers out, and she whimpers in protest. "No, please. Don't stop. I need you inside me."

Fuck, she’s killing me.

I groan and capture her mouth roughly, then lift my fingers to my lips, making her watch as I lick her taste clean from my hand. Her eyes darken with fresh need, and she whispers, voice raw, wrecked, "Connor…please."

Slowly, I lower her to the ground, my grip lingering on her hips like I’m not ready to let go just yet.

Her legs slip from around my waist, trembling slightly as her toes meet the cold floor.

She tips her head back, eyes hooded and heavy, lips parted and swollen from our kiss.

She looks beautifully destroyed, her walls stripped down, leaving nothing but raw, unfiltered need.

And fuck if it doesn't make me want to ruin her all over again.

My hands slide down her curves as I kiss her, licking deep, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans softly, pulling me even closer. She tastes incredible, better than anything I’ve imagined, better than every fantasy I’ve ever had.

I drag my mouth slowly downward, leaving hot kisses along her throat, her collarbone, then lower, tracing the curves of her breasts and stomach until I'm kneeling at her feet.

My fingers dig possessively into her hips as I catch the waistband of her panties with my teeth, dragging them slowly, deliberately down her legs.

Her breathing quickens, and I glance up, watching her eyes darken as she follows every movement I make.

"Patience," I murmur roughly against her thigh. "You want my cock? You're going to earn it."

"Anything," Cali whispers, her voice breaking around the word, body trembling but never retreating.

A dark thrill hums through my veins. "Then spread your legs," I command softly. "Show me what’s mine."

"Yes," she breathes, instantly obeying, thighs parting wider. "God, yes. Whatever you want."

My heart pounds violently, desire coiled tight in every muscle as I grip her harder. "Be careful, Angel," I warn against her flushed skin, tracing my lips dangerously higher. "Give yourself to me now, and I'll never give you back."

Instead of pulling away, her fingers twist into my hair, guiding me closer. "Do it," she pleads breathlessly, desperation bleeding into every word. "Make me yours."

Fuck, I'd destroy worlds to keep her exactly like this.

Groaning, I sink my teeth into her thigh, claiming her, deep, possessive, unapologetic.

Cali cries out sharply, hips jerking away instinctively, but her grip on my hair only tightens, holding me close.

She doesn’t tell me to stop; she wants this, even the pain, even the marks.

I soothe the bite with my tongue, tasting her skin, moving closer to where she’s dripping for me.

Marking her might just be my new obsession.

Groaning, I grab her ass and jerk her forward, burying my face between her thighs, my tongue plunging into her soaked pussy without hesitation.

Fuck, she's sweet—better than every filthy fantasy I've had about her. My tongue drags from her entrance to her clit, again and again, each flick pulling a desperate moan from her lips. She’s soaked, dripping onto my tongue, and I fucking love it.

As I feast on her, my free hand shoves my jeans down, gripping my cock, stroking slow and firm as I thrust my tongue deep inside her. I need her everywhere. Need her to come apart for me, knowing I’m the only one who gets her like this.

Every risk we've taken—every secret glance, every stolen touch—it’s all worth it.

Cali is worth it.

Worth the secrecy, the scandal, the judgment if anyone finds out.

She’s worth fucking everything.