Chapter 16 #2
Every shift in his expression, the play of the marks that lined his skin, each minute tilt of his lips—he brushed a kiss to the side of my knee and, with gentle pressure, spread my thighs.
“Nothing at all under that robe, do you?” he drawled.
His silver eyes shimmered, hinting at the fire banked within, the fire waiting to be unleashed.
I shook my head, and the flames danced behind those mysterious orbs. “Good,” he said. “Very good.”
His mouth returned to my skin, and I lost all sense of time as he spent long, sensual moments laving my body and stroking his hands along every sensitive place I possessed—and more—discovering a few new ones in the process.
The curve of my elbow, the edge of my shoulder, the line of my hipbone; he explored them all until he finally settled between my thighs and lapped at my folds.
Every sense of urgency that had riddled our last encounter was absent this time.
He took his time, and when I tried to urge him on, he pinned me in place, first with his hands, and then with sleek shackles of silver.
“No, this time I’ll show you what you’re really getting into.
This is not a game,” he warned me. I wriggled against him anyway, desperate to feel his touch again and to fall over the edge he had me hanging on.
Not a game? He certainly knew how to play my body, press every button, ignite each point of pressure.
He gave in just enough to drive me utterly crazy: a stroke of his finger through my folds, a brush against my clit that made stars march across my vision.
“Sin… please,” I begged. So what if he was a caveman, so what if he liked getting his way far too much?
As long as he let me come right now, all was fine.
I must have bitten my lip hard enough to make it bleed, because he tsssked with displeasure and leaned in to lick the small wound.
Then cool silver slid from his wrist, down one long finger, and sleeked across my skin, healing me.
“Behave, Frederique. I need you to…” he trailed off, because I’d discovered that he had released one ankle when he reached for my mouth. I curled my leg up and threw it around his hip, arching against him. He growled when my wet folds slid against him.
Jerking back, he stepped away from the bed, but it wasn’t because he was leaving.
No, he yanked impatiently on the tab closing his armor, pushing buttons and panels to peel the black second skin from his gray flesh until he was completely naked.
Even naked, he was all power and in control.
Not an inch of his hard body was vulnerable, and silver from his symbiont writhed over his skin, a reminder that he was never without protection and always deadly.
His cock was magnificent, dark gray, with a deep purple head.
Thick, veined, and marked with those same swirling hints of something mystical that crossed his body in intriguing lines.
I drew in a deep breath but couldn’t stop myself from staring, nor could I keep from shifting restlessly against the silky sheets.
I needed him, ached for him, just like I had back in that cramped escape pod.
In that way, this moment was exactly the same, the passion off the charts.
He ran his fingers across his thick erection—it jumped beneath the touch—but he was watching my response.
I spread my thighs, inviting him, and his mouth tilted into a satisfied smirk.
This was like baiting the beast, inviting in the monster, but I knew he wouldn’t harm me.
He hadn’t then, and he wouldn’t now. Vaguely, my mind whispered that this was the man who had told me my fear tasted delicious when we first met.
But actions spoke louder than words, didn’t they?
And everything about his actions told me I could trust him, and that I should.
He said nothing, a deadly wraith of silver and gray, as he came to the bed and prowled on top of me.
Heat radiated from his skin, and I was transfixed by the play of his muscles as he cupped my hips and lifted me.
“This,” he warned, “is how a Talacan stakes his claim.” He pressed his cock against my core and pushed, not roughly, but deep and slow.
I felt each inch as it went in: the rough drag against my folds, the heat of him as he filled me, stretched me.
This wasn’t the claim of a Talacan; this was all him.
Silver slipped from his skin to curl between us.
It flicked cold and firm over my clit. I spiraled, clenched, panted his name through my teeth.
His smile was vicious in its satisfaction, but when I clenched again, I saw the flicker in his eyes.
I saw it because I was paying such close attention.
That was toying with his control; he wasn’t the only one with power in this bed.
I would remember that. Later—for now—I was content to let him lead this dance.
We fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, and each stroke, each brush, sent me back into that spiral.
It didn’t take much to set me aflame, combustion inevitable after the way he’d toyed with me.
I pulled on the ties that held me as I shattered into pieces, and they gave way this time.
My fingers found his shoulders and dug in, clawing at firm skin without meaning to, mindless from the pleasure he pulled from me with each deep thrust.
Then I moaned his name, and he froze. It was just a second, but he seemed to get trapped in that sound—his body freezing before melting, and with it, pleasure rolled hard and fast through us both.
His hips pressed deep, sinking into me as far as he could go, his cock growing thicker, harder.
I felt the burn of a stretch as he kicked, and his seed erupted from him in hard, thick bursts.
I thought it might have been a fluke last time, but he’d been holding back, and he wasn’t now.
I’d made him come undone, and all I had to do was moan his name. So I did it again.
Pleasure ebbed and flowed, then finally faded to a trickle.
Sin did not retreat; he braced himself over me, mouth finding mine.
A gentle claim to remind me with his lips that it was him in here with me, him entwined with my body.
A reminder that he wasn’t done with me yet, when his cock twitched inside me.
“You can take more, can’t you, Frederique?
” he whispered. I was pretty sure I couldn’t, but I nodded anyway.
And then he proceeded, most thoroughly, to show me that he could most definitely give me more, and I could, most definitely, take it. All of it.