Page 59 of Ruined By Sin

"I want to sleep in your bed. This one is lumpy."

He chuckles as he pulls me closer, claiming my lips in a searing kiss that warms my insides. "Do you steal the covers?" he purrs,kissing me again and again. And when he finally lets me get a breath, I respond.

"Only when it's cold and you've made me mad." I laugh softly against his mouth, the sound turning into a breathless sigh as he deepens the kiss. His hand slides from my neck down my back, pulling me closer. Timur has been known for being slow and sweet, but right now, I don’t want him to be.

“Deal,” he growls, lips brushing mine with every word. “But if you hog the covers, I’m pinning you down until you behave.”

“Promises, promises,” I tease, nipping at his bottom lip. I push his suit coat off his shoulders and he shrugs out of it, then I unbutton the dress shirt one button at a time as I say, “You talk a big game for someone still fully dressed, Tim.”

He chuckles as he helps me pull the shirt off, then tosses it to the side. “Then fix it,” he challenges, that cocky half-smirk curling his lips. His hands slide under the oversized T-shirt I’m wearing—his T-shirt—fingers skimming up my bare thighs. “Or are you all talk tonight?”

Heat curls low in my belly as I reach for the waistband of his pants, popping the button open with a flick of my fingers. “Careful. Keep talking like that and I might steal more than your clothes.”

Timur groans softly when my nails scrape lightly down his stomach. He lifts his hips so I can shove his pants and briefs down his legs in one go. “Fuck, you look good in my boxers,” he rasps, voice dropping as he kicks the rest of his clothes off the bed. “But I think I’d like you better out of them.”

Before I can fire back, he tugs my T-shirt up and over my head. Cool air hits my skin, but his gaze is hotter, raking over me likehe can’t get enough. I bite my lip, grinning, and hook my thumbs into the boxers I’m wearing, sliding them down my hips. He helps with eager hands as the fabric disappears somewhere onto the floor.

“Now we’re even,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss.

His mouth claims mine again, tongue sliding against mine making my toes curl. One of his hands trails down my side, over my hip, and slips between my thighs. I groan into the kiss as his fingers brush over me, teasing at first, circling lightly before he presses one thick finger inside.

“Mmm,” I breathe against his lips, hips twitching up toward his hand.

He smiles, adding a second finger and curling them just right so they hit that perfect spot inside me. “That’s it, Kira,” he murmurs, never breaking the kiss for long. “Let me feel you.”

I moan softly, legs falling open wider as he starts a steady rhythm, pumping his fingers in deep while his thumb finds my clit and rubs a perfect circle around it. The pleasure builds quickly, spreading through my belly with every stroke. He keeps kissing me the whole time—deep, hungry kisses that match the movement of his hand, swallowing every little whimper and gasp I make.

“You’re so wet,” he growls, nipping my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. “And all I had to do was propose."

“Shut up,” I manage to gasp, but it comes out breathy and weak as I rock my hips against his hand, chasing the friction. My nails dig into his bicep, holding on while the heat coils tighter and tighter. “You’re the one who's teasing me like this.”

Timur chuckles darkly, as he kisses me harder, moving his fingers faster now, curling with every thrust. “I can’t help it. You feel too good when I get you naked. How else would I get your clothing off?" His thumb presses firmer on my clit, rubbing faster, and I whimper into his mouth, back arching off the bed.

He doesn’t stop kissing me, not even when my breathing turns to desperate little pants. “Come on, baby,” he whispers between kisses, “let go for me."

The words push me right over the edge. Pleasure crashes through me and I start clenching around his fingers. My whole body trembles, thighs shaking while he keeps stroking me through it, gentling his touch but not stopping until the last wave fades.

I’m still panting, forehead pressed to his, when he finally slips his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, licking them clean with a low, satisfied hum.

“Fuck, Kira,” he murmurs, kissing me again, softer this time, letting me taste myself on his tongue. “Taste so sweet. And we still have all night.”

I laugh breathlessly, legs tangled with his, heart racing. “You’re impossible..." But he's not. He's perfect, and so amazing.

What's impossible is how deeply I love him. And how much I never want to let him go.

Timur’s eyes darken at my words, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he rolls us, settling his body fully over mine. “Well, don’t fall asleep yet,” he mumbles, kissing me deep and slow. His dick is hard against my thigh, grinding on me as he pumps his hips. “Because I’m not done with you yet."

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he reaches between us, lining himself up. He pushes in smoothly, burying himself until I gasp. Then he starts thrusting in deep rolling strokes that make my toes curl.

“Fuck,” he groans against my lips. “You feel even better than I remembered. So tight..."

“Shit—” I gasp, digging my nails into his back as pleasure sparks through me again. I lift my hips to meet every thrust, and feel the delicious friction. His mouth never leaves mine for long—kissing me messily and desperately.

Then he grips my hip, angling me so he hits that spot inside that has me gasping and panting, pushing up into him.

“That’s it—fuck.” His pace quickens, hips snapping harder as his head arcs back. “God, you feel incredible.”

I whimper into his mouth, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. The coil in my belly tightens as every deep thrust pushes me closer. “Oh, shit—oh, my God."