Page 28 of The Sins That Bleed

My hands roam over his shoulders, down his rock-hard pecks before undoing the buttons on his knitted grey cardigan. I love this on him, a man built with this much muscle but choosing to wear a soft, knitted cardigan has me weak at the knees. Pair that with his reading glasses and I’m in heaven.

I gently slip the material off his broad shoulders and down his arms, pausing in my kissing and sucking to help him remove it completely. I place it gently next to his bag before continuing to roam his impeccable body, all sculpted lines and muscle I can feel through his T-shirt.

I slip my hands under the hem of the black material, my fingers grazing the skin underneath as I trace the waistband of his jeans. A low moan slips past his lips and I shiver at the sound. This man is my undoing, he only has to look at me and I’m ready to give him anything he wants.

It should scare me, but instead I feel alive.

I grasp the T-shirt and raise it over his torso, languidly exposing more and more of his soft skin to me. He lifts his arms and I slip it off. I take the time to fold it and stack it on top of the knitted cardigan, knowing he needs order right now, after his apartment was shredded into chaos.

I caress his exposed body, tracing the defined lines I can see. “So pretty, mon chéri,” I whisper, and dip my lips to one pec placing a kiss there. I move to the other and do the same, enjoying the sounds he makes with my lips on his skin.

I unbutton his jeans, sliding down the zipper as if I have all the time in the world.

I slip them past the narrow dip of his hips until they fall to his feet and I help him step out and taking his socks with them.

I pick them up and fold them neatly, adding to the growing pile of clothes until I stand before him again.

He looks delicious tonight, standing here with his god-like body in nothing but black boxer briefs, bulging from his thick and heavy cock. I lick my lips, desperate to have him in my mouth so I can taste him again.

“Let’s get you into bed. I’ll help you relax and drift off into a peaceful sleep tonight.” My voice is quiet, lulling him to do as I say.

We move around the large bed and I drag the covers down to create an opening for him to slip into. He needs no encouragement as he slides in between the silk sheets and sinks into the mattress. His eyelids flutter closed at the sheer decadence of the rich fabric.

I’ve become accustomed to such luxury, but seeing him experience it for the first time allows me to appreciate it in a way I never could before. When your first experience of luxury comes with the price of your life, it ruins any enjoyment you might have had.

“That’s it, Rai, relax.” I pull the covers over him and his eyes snap open.

I slip my jacket off and prowl to the end of the bed to place it next to his clothes.

I kick off my heels and preen under his full attention.

I undo the buttons of the waistcoat I’m still wearing and allow it to fall open.

I have nothing on underneath except for a diamanté bralette that does nothing to cover me.

All he can see right now are the chains connecting underneath the fabric, glinting in the low lighting, and he’s enraptured. It’s a heady sensation and encourages me to keep going, to reward him for all this attention he is gifting me.

My hands come up to the edges of the waist coat and curl around the material, my long nails grazing my skin and tickling my sensitive flesh. With a torturous pace, I slip the waistcoat open and slide it down my arms, revealing myself to him.

He raises his arms to place them behind his head, to watch me better, and he looks magnificent.

I only wish he were in my bed, between my sheets.

My nipples tighten into stiff peaks under his watchful eyes, as if they are straining to be closer to him.

How he can do this to me with a look is not something I’m used to.

I ignore them, taking my time to fold the waistcoat before setting it down, next comes my trousers. I pop the button and pull the zipper down, slipping them off my narrow hips until they reach the floor and leave my matching thong on display for him.

It’s his turn to lick his lips, his eyes growing heavy with lust as our desire swirls around the room, tangling in an erotic mix of scents. I step out of the puddle of material at my feet and I turn away as I pick them up, giving him a full view of my thong from the back.

“ Fuck ,” he curses under his breath, and I fight my smile.

I fold my trousers before turning, enjoying the heaviness of his breathing and knowing his cock is straining beneath the silk sheets, waiting for me to come closer. With everything off and folded neatly, I stalk around the bed, letting him lavish attention on me as I get closer.

He watches me without saying a word as I lift the sheets off him and find the prize I knew was waiting for me underneath.

His cock is stretching the fabric of his briefs and I want to unwrap my present.

I climb onto the mattress and straddle his legs while slipping my fingertips under the waistband.

“May I?”

“Yes.” He barely makes a sound but he gives me the word I long for.

I shimmy down his body as I pull them off him, exposing him to the warm air of the room and watch his cock spring free. I remove them from him fully and carefully fold them and crawl to the end of the bed to place them with everything else.

I want to make sure he gets to enjoy the view, so he can dream of me tonight instead of everything else that haunts him. I move up his body, opening his legs and spreading him so I can fit between them. Once I’m in position I grab the covers and place them on my shoulders.

“You will only dream of me tonight, mon chéri. Of us in this bed and the things we wish to do to each other in it. I’ll take care of you, I promise,” I whisper, but it sounds like an oath.

I don’t let him reply as I grip his cock in one hand and open my mouth.

My tongue traces every inch of him to get his length nice and wet, his breath shaky as he releases it but stops all together when I take him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.

I lick, suck, and fuck his cock into my mouth as if it will absolve me of all my sins.

His cock is perfection, gliding in and out of my mouth like it was made for me. I hollow my cheeks to give him a blow job he’ll never forget. I use my other hand to massage and stroke his balls, enjoying the way they draw up as his release builds.

I flick my tongue over the head and slit.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that,” he groans.

I sense him watching me, seeing me suck his cock like my life depends on it and moaning at the sight. He’s close as his muscles tighten in preparation and I count down the seconds until I can taste him again.

“I’m going to come,” he whispers.

I hum at the thought and the vibration tips him over the edge, he comes and erupts into my mouth. I drink down every drop of him, licking him clean as he relaxes into the bed further. He’s breathing heavy and his eyelids are dropping from the exhaustion of his climax.

I place a kiss to the tip of his cock, making it twitch before I climb up the bed, dragging the covers with me to cover him up. I hover over his relaxed body and use one hand to trace his face like I had before he was undressed.

I skim his jaw, his eyebrow, cheek, nose, and lips before placing two light kisses to the corners of his mouth again. He sighs contentedly, his eyes unable to stay open now as he starts to drift into sleep.

“Goodnight, Rai, sleep well, mon ame,” I whisper as I slip out from under the covers, careful not to jolt him.

I watch him sleep for a while before turning out the lights, slipping my jacket onto my shoulders, and slinking out of his suite and into my own. Finally satisfied and sated by tasting him again, no blood, human or creature, will ever douse the hunger I have for him.

It’ll only ever be him; I understand that now.