Page 59 of The Lies Of Omission (Without Limits #3)

He didn’t say anything at first. Just pulled me close, fingers curled in the fabric of my shirt, his lips brushing mine like a slow burn as he breathed me in.

And then he kissed me—deep and slow—like it was the first time, like it would be the last. Like the only way to survive this kind of love was to surrender to it completely.

Dinner was perfect. Candlelight. Laughter. Wine. Us.

But what came after—back in the master cabin, the salt air still clinging to our skin—was something else entirely.

Sin pressed me down onto the bed, his body heavy and sure above mine, eyes glassy with emotion and want and something deeper. Something that looked a lot like the endless love I had for him.

“I want to give this to you,” Sin breathed, his lips brushing the shell of my ear like a confession. “All of me. I want to crawl inside you. I want to feel you under my skin. I want you to have all of me, Theo.”

My chest tightened. He kissed me again—slow, reverent, trembling with need—and it wasn’t just about sex. It was about surrender. It was about choosing to be stripped bare in front of me and trusting I wouldn’t break him.

“Are you sure?” I rasped as he tore my shirt down the middle, buttons scattering like shrapnel. His mouth was on me instantly, worshipping the planes of my chest, tracing each muscle like he was trying to memorize me from the inside out.

He met my gaze with a heat so fierce it bordered on madness. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be on my knees for you.”

And he was—beautiful and unhinged, a tangle of desire and devotion.

His tongue swept along the length of my cock, slow and teasing, before he sucked me down to the root.

My hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in his hair as he swallowed around me, moaning like he needed the taste of me to live.

His cheeks hollowed, his throat worked as he swallowed me down before dipping his tongue into the slit, teasing out the precum that was already leaking.

My mind white-noised with pleasure so intense I forgot my own name.

But then I heard it—the slick, wet sound of lube, and my heart dropped into my stomach.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I growled, grabbing his wrist mid-stroke. He froze, caught red-handed—literally. “That’s my job, sweetheart.”

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, my cock falling from his mouth with a filthy pop, spit and precum webbing between us.

“Fuck indeed… on your back. Right. The fuck. Now.”

Sin scrambled over me, desperate, his cock slapping against his stomach, already weeping for attention. The head brushed mine, and I hissed, gripping him tight to stave off my own orgasm.

“All fours,” I ordered. He obeyed instantly, bracing on his elbows, the line of his back curving like something sacred.

I dragged my mouth along his spine, kissing every tattoo like a prayer, until I reached the dips just above his ass. I licked and sucked on them until his skin pebbled.

“Please,” he begged, voice wrecked, eyes wild as he looked back at me. There was no fear. Only need. Devotion. Madness.

I palmed his ass, spreading him open, and bit down—hard on the sweat-slicked skin. He jolted, cried out, and I soothed the pain with my tongue, lapping at the mark I left behind.

“You should get this tattooed right here,” I murmured, my voice like gravel.

He laughed—a ragged, broken sound. “T-tomorrow. Just fuck me now.”

I licked my way up from his taint, over his entrance to the small of his back, ravenous.

His taste coated my tongue, musky and male and pure Sin.

I sucked his hole like I was trying to kiss his soul, tongue spearing deep until he cried out and reached back to grab my hair, pulling me into him.

I let him. Let him bury me there, let him smother me with the scent and heat of him.

Only when his thighs were shaking and his voice cracked with pleading did I reach for the lube, slicking my fingers and sliding one in without warning. He gasped, his head dropping on the mattress.

“Yes,” he whispered, hips rocking. “More. I want more.”

I gave it to him. Two fingers, then three, stretching him open as he rocked back into my hand like he was starving for it. His body trembled, greedy for everything I had.

“You’re perfect like this,” I said, my voice breaking. “Open for me. Needy for me.”

He sobbed when I slicked up my cock and lined up at his entrance, his whole body going still like prey sensing the moment before the kill.

“Give me all of it,” he said. “Hard. Soft. Fast. Slow. Just give me you.”

I pushed in, inch by inch, watching his hole stretch around me, tight and scorching hot. The air left my lungs in a punch as I bottomed out, our hips flush.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” I choked. “You feel—fuck—you feel like everything I’ve ever needed.” My head fell back on my shoulders, my breath coming in sharp pants, the incredibly tight heat of his ass short wiring my brain.

“So good. So.. full,” he moaned beneath me, pushing back, greedy for more. Chasing my cock every time it retreated like he was as desperate for me as I was for him.

One hand braced on the small of his back, the other gripped his hip hard enough to bruise, and I started to move—hard, deliberate thrusts that had his back arching and his mouth falling open in silent cries. His walls clung to me, trying to pull me deeper, and I gave him everything he asked for.

“Harder,” he gasped, his voice breaking on the edge of a scream.

I slammed into him, again and again, skin slapping skin, sweat dripping down my spine. The sound of it echoed off the walls—wet, obscene, desperate. His body welcomed me like it had been made for me.

By the time I pulled out, my balls were tight and aching, my cock shining with lube and his slick.

“On your back, sweetheart. I want to look into your eyes when I fill you up.” Sin’s eyes fluttered closed at my filthy words.

“And when I’m done I’ll plug you up with my fingers, so I can stay inside you. ”

“Yess. That. I want that.”

Sin obeyed, legs spread wide, hole pink and glistening. I slid back into him with a groan, slow and reverent now, my heart thudding against my ribs.

He cried out, overwhelmed, tears spilling down his cheeks as I fucked him through it. I grabbed his hips, tilted him higher, angling my thrusts until I hit that spot inside him that made his toes curl and his mouth fall open in a wordless scream.

His hand drifted toward his cock, but I slapped it away.

“No hands,” I growled. “You come on my cock, or you don’t come at all.” His eyes rolled back, fingers clawing at the sheets. “Come for me,” I said, wrapping my hand around his throat. “Give it to me.”

His whole body seized. Cum lashed across his chest, his lips forming a silent, broken cry as I fucked him through it. I dipped my fingers in his release and licked it off, letting his taste explode on my tongue.

Unable to hold it back anymore. My thrusts grew erratic, brutal, desperate. When I came, it was like setting off a bomb inside him—white-hot and endless. My cock pulsed inside him, my cum flooding him until I was spent and shaking.

I collapsed onto him, forehead to forehead, breathing the same air, still buried inside him. And in that quiet—where only our heartbeats existed—I traced his face, memorizing every flicker of emotion. Love. Fear. Want. Wonder.

This wasn’t just sex.

This was worship. Surrender. A vow made in skin and sweat and cum.

He didn’t just let me break him. He made me whole. And as we lay there tangled together, I knew—this wasn’t the next chapter of my life.

It was the beginning of forever.