Page 9 of Where Sinners Repent

With my hand on his chest, I push. He lets me. And I have a feeling he wouldn’t unless he wanted to.

I lead him with one slow step. Walking him backwards. His boots retreat across the soft floor until his legs meet the edge of the bed.

Something about the way he looks at me makes my pulse race. There is nothing that I can grasp, burning in his eyes. No softness. No signs of life. Just an unbearable intensity that peels my skin back and exposes every dirty secret and every dark thought.

The look sends a shiver crawling down my spine, fear and fascination making me stare back.

“You don’t have to speak,” I murmur, gripping the hem of my shirt. Slowly, I peel it up over my head before letting it fall to the ground. “Just make me feel.”

When his eyes finally let go of mine, they slide down my throat where my heart flutters like crazy. Then to my chest, heaving with forced breaths. Gliding over my tits, and my nipples that pebble under his attention.

Dipping down to my core, which flutters with need.

They slide back up to my mouth, and I wet my bottom lip with my tongue. His fingers curl into fists.

“Can you do that?”

My whisper is so soft. Barely audible in the silent room.

Without uttering a single word, his reaction is so loud.

The dip of his chin, the softest movement.

I give him one soft shove, feeling all kinds of powerful when he lowers to the bed, stretching his hard body against the covers. His predatory gaze stays on me, not wavering for a second, as I crawl over him. Me, naked and exposed. This stranger, fully clothed and unyielding.

My hands move towards his shirt, desperate to peel the material off his sinful body. But his hands are suddenly on my wrists, firm enough to stop me, gentle enough not to hurt.

I pull my hands away. Watching his face, I reach for his pants. This time he lets me. My fingers fumble with the button, rushing to pull the zipper down. He gives me a sharp inhale when I reach in and grip his hardening erection.

My mouth waters, seeing his thick, long cock, completely hard now.

Yum.

Screw foreplay.

I need him now.

Holding his gaze, I straddle his thick thighs. Clothing still covers his entire body, apart from his veiny cock resting on his stomach. I fist it, pointing it towards my core, and sink onto him.

My body hums with satisfaction.

My lips let out a lustful whimper.

His cock fills me in the most perfect way.

I impale myself on him, throwing my head back. Needing more, my hips move. Grinding and writhing on top of him. A bite of pain just spurs me on, his thick size stretching me.

Using him and taking everything I need. He lets me.

“Yes!” I gasp, eyes fluttering closed, hands skimming up my body. Reaching my breasts, I squeeze them roughly. “Kai...”

He tenses beneath me, and my eyes blink open. With my hips dancing over him, I take him in. His body is tense, carved muscles going taut. Powerful hands curl into the mattress, holding on with a death grip.

Almost as if he’s stopping himself. Holding back.

It makes me ride him faster. Harder.

Hands falling on his chest and fucking him from above. Moans fall past my lips, and I ache to kiss his soft and pillowy ones.