46. Sin
SIN
I stared down at the fresh scar which had started to form just above Sirena’s hip. Gently, I brushed my fingers against it.
My name, torn deep into her flesh forever.
Because she loved me. Because she still wanted me.
“Does it hurt, siren?” I murmured.
She shook her head at me.
“Good.” I kissed the spot gently, glad she wasn’t in pain. I’d beaten myself up over it after she’d left that night. I’d added her name again, this time just above my groin.
She pulled the band out of my hair, letting it cascade around me before she tangled her fingers in it. I groaned softly, relishing her touch.
Since I had her skirt pushed up, I brought her panties down her thighs and stared at her pretty pink pussy.
“I’ve missed this,” I said thickly, my dick rock-hard in my pants.
I wasn’t sure what to do. I hadn’t fucked her in weeks. Not since…
Fuck.
I pulled away, sick to my stomach, but she grabbed my hand and brought me forward to kiss her.
“I’m sorry. I want you so much, baby,” I whispered against her lips. “I just make myself sick.”
“Please, Sinful,” she whispered, her hand cradling my face. “I need you.”
“Oh, baby. I need you too,” I answered, kissing her again.
I let her tug my shirt off. Unbutton my pants. Shove them down my hips. I kicked them and my boxers the rest of the way off.
I hadn’t had a release since that night.
Punishment to myself.
She threaded her fingers through mine, her big, colorful eyes locked on mine.
“Please,” she whispered again, spreading her legs beneath me.
I closed my eyes for a moment, pushing every ugly memory out of my head before I surged forward, filling her pussy with my cock in a rough thrust.
She cried out at my sudden intrusion, her nails digging into my back.
I buried myself so deep inside her that she whimpered and winced.
“Does it hurt?” I asked thickly.
She nodded slightly but jutted her hips up. I hit something deep inside her, making her moan softly.
I crinkled my brows and watched her as she ground against my pierced cock.
My restraint was failing me. I wanted to give her the fucking world, starting with my cock.
“Tell me to stop if I go too far,” I husked out. “Promise?”
She widened her eyes at me. That was a yes.
I kissed her again, this time deeper, hungrier, and laced with my absolute fucking love and devotion for her. My hands trembled as I untied her dress straps and massaged her bare breast. She arched against me like her body remembered how to mold exactly to mine.
I took my time worshipping every bit of her. I kissed every new inch of her skin I revealed as I pulled her dress off her body, my cock aching to bury itself back inside her drenched pussy.
I knelt between her legs and looked up at her like she was the answer to every question my pain had ever asked.
“I’m terrified,” I whispered to her. “I’m scared I’ll lose you if all this shit is true. The baby…”
She pulled me up to her and kissed me deeply, her fingers in my hair.
“Never,” she answered softly against my lips.
I pushed back into her pussy slowly this time, giving her time to adjust to my size. I wanted to hit that spot inside her again, so I went a little further than I usually did, finally tapping out against it.
She whimpered, her fingers tight in my hair.
She was so warm and slick. Her body pulled me in with such desperate familiarity I almost lost it right then.
“You OK?” I whispered against her lips.
She nodded, clinging to me tighter.
I moved slowly, letting every stroke draw us closer. Her breath grew ragged, every gasp music to my ears. She wrapped her legs around me, her hips tilting up, urging me in further. I kissed her jaw, her collarbone, the soft curve of her shoulder. I wanted her to feel safe with me buried deep inside her body.
I shifted my angle, lifting her hips slightly, and drove in with a controlled precision I surprised myself with. She cried out. Her hands flew to my back, her nails sinking in.
“You like when my cock hits this spot, siren?” I asked.
She nodded, her eyes wide.
I kept that angle and drove in on repeat, slow and rhythmic, rocking into her with a pressure that made her tremble. Her walls fluttered around me, and her breath came in broken cries.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” I whispered. “I’ve got you. Let go for me.”
Her body arched sharply, her eyes rolling back, and I felt her release hit. It wasn’t like before. This one gripped my cock hard, pulling me in deeper.
“S-Sin. Sinful.” She choked out my name, her whole body locking up around me as if she were trying to merge with me completely.
I didn’t stop moving. I rode her through it, kissing her face, and brushing her hair away from her eyes.
I came deep inside her, my come spurting out in waves of pleasure, painting her insides white.
I finally stilled over her, drinking in her beauty.
I loved her so fucking much. Even when I hated myself, I loved her. Even when my demons screamed at me in the dark. She was the one thing I never stopped reaching for. The one thing I never stopped wanting. She would be my dying wish. The last breath on my lips.
Her. Sirena. My siren.
I kissed her again, harder, more desperate. She jutted her hips up, wanting more. I moved faster, eager to give her another round.
Her pussy clamped around my cock for a second time, her moans loud. There was no way the guys hadn’t heard them.
“Fuck, I’m coming, baby. Fuck, fuck…”
I lost it. Buried deep, I came with a guttural cry, holding her so tight I thought I might break us both. She held me through it, her lips against my ear as I filled her again.
“I love you,” she whispered. “Sinful.”
I held her back, coming down from my high and sobbed into her neck.
“I don’t deserve you,” I choked out. “I’ve never deserved you.”
She pulled my face up and stared at me.
“You deserve to be loved,” she murmured. “And I deserve to love. So let me, Sinclair. Let me love you. Accept that I do and that I always will. That we were made for one another.”
I nodded, my throat tight, and kissed her again.
And for the first time in my life, I finally believed I was someone worth choosing. That I finally fucking mattered.
To hell with everything else.
She was home.