Page 65 of The Sin-Binder’s Fate (The Seven Sins Academy #1)

I scrub a hand over my face, trying to slow my racing pulse, trying to process the fact that Luna is currently undressing me like I’m a puzzle she has two minutes to solve. She shakes her head like she doesn’t have time for my bullshit, pushing my hand away and undoing my belt herself.

And oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

I feel the heat drop straight into my gut, a visceral, physical response that I cannot fight. My fingers twitch at my sides, and I know I should be making this about her instead of standing here panicking while she takes my clothes off like she’s unwrapping a gift she’s already bored of.

I take a deep breath, trying desperately to think of something sexy to say, something to redeem myself, and my mouth betrays me.

"If you keep this up, I’m gonna have to charge you."

She freezes. Her hands pause at my waistband. Her head tilts. Slowly. And then, to my absolute horror, she laughs. Like, full body shakes, hands on my chest to brace herself, actual goddamn laughter.

"Silas," she breathes, forehead resting against my shoulder, her body still shaking with it, "what the fuck?"

I groan, tilting my head back against the wall, praying for death. "I don’t know! It just came out! My brain isn’t working, I’m under a lot of stress, you’re, " I gesture wildly at her. "You’re really hot and I’m not used to this!"

She pulls back just enough to look at me, her lips twitching in amusement. "Not used to what?"

I shift, embarrassed, but I don’t want to lie to her. "Not used to… feeling it."

Her face softens, just for a second. And fuck, I hate that.

I hate the way she sees me, the way she looks at me like I’m worth understanding.

Like I’m worth touching. She drags her fingers up my stomach, slow this time, tracing over my ribs, her nails barely skimming my skin. A test. Watching for my reaction.

I swallow hard. Too hard. I don’t mimic this.

I don’t take from her. I just feel it. And then I break.

I grab her. One second, she’s teasing me, in control, and the next, I have her pinned against the bed, my weight pressing her down, my hands braced on either side of her head.

Her breath catches, and I don’t think she expected me to move so fast, but she doesn’t shy away.

She looks up at me, eyes dark, lips parted, her chest rising and falling too quickly.

And fuck, she’s beautiful. Not just because she’s Luna, not just because of the way she looks at me, but because she is fearless.

Even now, even with me hovering over her, even with the weight of this, she doesn’t shrink back. She doesn’t falter.

She just waits for me to make a choice.

I can’t wait anymore.

I kiss her hard, all the nerves, all the hesitation, all the fucking electric chaos inside me breaking loose at once. My fingers tangle in her hair, my other hand skimming down her waist, and she makes a soft, desperate sound that goes straight to my head, to my lungs, to my fucking soul.

I don’t even realize how fast I’m moving until my hand is between her thighs, until she’s arching into me, breathless, pulling me closer, closer, closer.

She wants me.

The realization slams into my chest like a punch I wasn’t braced for, knocking the air from my lungs.

Because this isn’t just the bond. It isn’t some supernatural force pushing us together.

This is her. This is Luna making the choice, dragging me closer, rocking her hips up into mine, she wants to ruin me, to break me open piece by piece, and fuck, it’s working.

A groan rips from my throat as my fingers press harder between her thighs, sliding through the wet heat of her, feeling just how ready she is.

She gasps, breath stuttering, hips shifting into my touch as I tease her, my thumb circling her clit, my fingers barely pressing inside, just enough to make her shudder.

The way she reacts to me, makes my head spin. I don’t know what to do with it.

She pulls away from the kiss, gasping, her forehead pressed to mine, nails dragging over my spine, and my cock throbs at the sting. My control is fraying, slipping between my fingers like sand. Then she breathes my name, and that’s it. That’s the fucking sound that shatters me.

"You’re fucking killing me, Luna," I rasp, my voice wrecked, uneven.

My lips drag down her jaw, teeth scraping over her pulse, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark.

She moans, her body pressing closer, urging me on, and I know I should savor this, take my time, but then her hands drop to my pants and yank the button open with zero hesitation.

I choke on air. My brain short-circuits. "Oh my god. You are really, okay, okay, you’re serious, "

Her fingers slip beneath my waistband, and my hips jolt forward so hard I almost die. "Shit, Luna, " My voice cracks, and I want to crawl out of my own fucking skin.

She pauses, tilting her head, blinking up at me with a look that is pure, unfiltered amusement. "Are you panicking?"

"No," I say immediately.

She smirks. "You’re panicking."

"Luna, I swear to the fucking gods, if you don’t- "

She doesn’t let me finish. Her fingers wrap around me, warm, soft, teasing, and fuck, my vision blanks.

A full-body shudder rips through me, my pulse slamming against my ribs as she strokes me slow, dragging her thumb over the tip, making me physically shake.

I brace one hand against the headboard, jaw clenched, breathing hard through my nose, trying to hold on to some scrap of dignity.

Then I make the mistake of opening my mouth.

"If I die right now, just know I went out a legend."

Her hand stills. Her eyes narrow. She snorts. Like, actual, uncontrolled snorting laughter. She slaps a hand over her mouth, body trembling beneath me as she tries to hold it in, and I drop my forehead to her collarbone with a loud, defeated groan.

"Why am I like this?" I mutter against her skin, completely done with myself.

She wheezes out a breath, still laughing. "Oh my god, Silas, "

"No, don’t, just.. forget that happened. "

"I literally can’t," she gasps, still shaking beneath me, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she struggles to breathe through her laughter. "You’re giving me your last words? Right now?"

"Sweetheart, if I’m dying, it’s your fault," I grumble against her throat, trying to recover, trying to salvage even an ounce of my pride, but it’s fucking gone.

She hums, dragging her fingers over my stomach, too slow, too smug, her touch pure torture. "Good thing you’re still breathing, then."

Before I can respond, she rolls her hips up, lining me up against her, and my breath punches out of me. My whole body locks up, my control hanging by a thread, because fuck, she’s so warm, so wet, and I know if she moves again, if she so much as shifts an inch, I am done for.

I grip the sheets, knuckles aching. "Luna," I warn, my voice rough, barely hanging on, every nerve in my body on fire.

She grips my jaw, forcing my gaze to hers. "Stop talking."

Then she pulls me down and whispers, "Now."

And fuck, I thrust into her in one slow, deep stroke.

She gasps, her body stretching around me, taking all of me, and holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this.

Heat swallows me whole, sinking into my bones, wrapping around me like a vice, and I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only feel.

She is so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect.

A ragged, broken groan rips from my throat as I bury myself to the hilt, forehead dropping to hers, my hands trembling from the effort it takes to hold still, to let her adjust, to not lose it completely.

But then she moves. She rolls her hips, breath hot against my lips, her nails dragging down my spine, and I snap. I thrust into her hard, ripping a desperate, wrecked sound from her throat, and I need more of it.

I set the rhythm, deep, slow, hard, and she takes it all, matching me, meeting every thrust, pulling me in, refusing to let go.

She bites down on my lower lip, sharp enough to sting, and my hips snap forward harder, faster, the bed shaking, the headboard slamming into the wall.

She gasps, legs wrapping tight around me, and I don’t even realize I’m talking until I hear the words spill out.

"Fuck, Luna, just like that, sweetheart, fuck, taking me so good, you feel so, "

She whimpers, and that does it. I pin her wrists above her head, pressing her down into the mattress, and her thighs quake around me, her back arching as she moans my name.

"Silas, please, "

I slam into her harder, dragging her hips down onto mine, lips at her ear as I murmur, "I love it when you say please."

She clenches around me so tight, so perfect, I nearly lose it right there.

"Fuck, fuck," I groan, pace picking up, the room hot, frantic, desperate.

She’s right there, I can feel it, the way her breath hitches, the way her body tightens, the way she claws at me, pulling me deeper, chasing it.

I press my fingers to her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles, and she shatters.

She cries out, body locking up, pulsing around me, dragging me under with her.

I thrust one last time, burying myself as deep as I can go, and then, I break. A ragged moan tears from my throat, my body tight, shaking, wrecked, pleasure crashing through me hard, fast, relentless. I spill into her, my lips crushing against hers, swallowing her sounds, giving her mine.

And fuck. I am so fucking ruined .