Six Deadly Sins
I stood up and slowly unbuttoned my top, shimmying it off my shoulders once the last button was undone.
His stare dropped hungrily to the swell of my breasts that were pressed up from the bodice.
Varyn’s gaze followed the movements of my hands as my thumbs slid under the hem of my pants and pulled them low over my hips, then further until the whole slip was visible.
I paused for a moment there, soaking up the way he was devouring me with his eyes, before bending down to slide the pants to my ankles, exposing the bare skin of my legs.
I was so nervous, but it also felt so right, Varyn seeing me like this.
It had only been a couple of weeks since we met, but every time we were together, I felt it had been so much longer, each time feeling like one step closer to this moment right here.
He’d been sweet, charming, intriguing from the start, and getting Nella and me into the castle had been something that, at the time, I hadn’t seen for what it was—kind.
And he treated mortals with respect, even the servants.
He dragged his lower lip between his teeth, exposing the sharp canines. I thought to myself that I might like to feel those canines pierce my pebbled flesh.
But I was in no rush to get there. I wanted to enjoy every minute of what he wanted to give me.
“Turn for me, Naci, let me see every bit of you in this delectable little thing.”
I turned slowly on the spot, getting some dark pleasure from doing as he asked. The fire inside me was burning hotter and hotter for him.
When I was facing him once more, he took a step closer, hungry eyes taking in every part of me, every flaw of my skin. I had never felt so exposed and so seen at the same time. It was deliciously unsettling.
“I believe I owe you for being late to pick you up tonight.” He took another step closer. “How ever can I make up for such a travesty?” Another step.
His voice was so sultry, drenched in the promise of pleasure.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” I nearly panted in response.
He smiled his devilish grin, eyes meeting mine once more. “I’m thinking of a lot of somethings.”
I had never wanted someone so much in my life. Admittedly, it was the first time I’d ever wanted a fae male. The heat creeping up my spine and neck was consuming me—I thought I might burn up before he even touched me.
Gods, I needed this male to touch me.
As if he’d heard my thoughts, he brushed my hair over my shoulder, his knuckles softly grazing my arm. He was so close that he towered over me, looking down with a fire in his icy gaze.
His other hand came up to grip my chin between his thumb and finger and tilt my chin up toward him. When he leaned in close to speak his next words, I felt his warm breath on my lips with every syllable.
“Tell me that you want me as badly as I’ve wanted you these last few weeks.”
The headiness in my brain made it hard to form the words I wanted so desperately to say, but I was able to manage, “I want you, Varyn. I want all of you.”
The hand at my chin moved to cup my jaw gently before his fingers made their way into my hair as his thumb stroked my cheek.
“I’m glad, Naci, because I have six ways I need to make up for my transgression. And by number six, I expect you to be screaming my name.”
I took a sharp breath, my hardened nipples aching under the lace fabric of the slip. The tension low in my core tightened to a desperate crescendo, and I was going to fall apart piece by piece if I didn’t feel him against me immediately.
The hand on my jaw remained while his other found my lower back and pulled me fully against him. An even sharper desire replaced the momentary relief of finally feeling his body. My eyes drifted shut.
He first kissed above my eyebrow, and then moved frustratingly slowly to my temple, then to the place my ear met my jaw, on my left side.
My scarred side.
I took another breath as his mouth lingered for a moment over the worst of the scarring.
“I’ll stop if you say so, Naci.”
“No,” I huffed out. I thought I might die if he stopped. The scars were just so new.
“Good, I would much rather hear you beg for more.”
This male would be the death of me—my complete undoing. And I was beyond caring.
He kissed every bit of the shell of my ear from the very top, around, and down to the lobe, taking the flesh between his teeth and biting hard enough to make my back arch and drive my breasts harder against his chest.
“Six.”
“Hm?” I wasn’t sure what he meant, and I didn’t care. I just needed more.
He smiled against my neck, where his lips had started a trail of kisses from my jaw to my collarbone, while a hand found the strap of my slip and slid it off my shoulder.
His teeth found the other strap and pulled it over my shoulder, sharp canines grazing my skin as he did, making me clench deep in my core.
“Five.”
I had no idea what he was counting, but as long as he kept going, it didn’t matter.
He pulled both straps the rest of the way down, taking the lace with them, and released my aching, heavy breasts. The caress of the cool air only slightly eased the overbearing heat.
His mouth then moved from my collarbone to the divot at the base of my throat, my head thrown back in pure, unashamed ecstasy. His kisses were featherlight but weighed on my desire like lead.
The back of his knuckles grazed ever so softly over my peaked nipples in tandem, driving me absolutely wild with desire.
“Are you soaking wet for me yet, Naci?”
I was. I knew it. “You tell me,” I said—borderline begged, more like.
“I already know that you are. I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell me how wet you are for me.”
Before I could answer, he took my hand and guided it toward the gathering pool between my legs.
His fingers guided mine to move the material aside and plunge inside me, drawing a gasp that he swallowed with a deep kiss.
The first time he’d kissed me on the lips. The building sexual tension drowned out what would have been an emotionally pivotal moment.
He was guiding my fingers in and out while his tongue explored mine for the first time, devouring my soft moan.
“Tell me how wet you are, Naci.”
“So wet. Soaking.” That was all I could manage to say.
“Four.”
“What”—plunge and gasp—“are you counting?”
“An apology for every minute I kept you waiting. I have three more before I can say I’ve repented.”
Oh my gods. I wouldn’t be able to keep it together for much longer, and he was only halfway through his idea of repentance. I was going to come apart any minute, and he hadn’t even taken his clothes off.
He pulled my hand away from my center, my fingers coming out glistening and leaving me feeling frustratingly empty.
Still holding my hand by the wrist, he backed us to the table, kicking a chair aside as we went.
And then he took my fingers into his mouth and sucked hungrily. Tasting me.
He let out a small moan that I thought would be my undoing right then.
He looked me dead in the eyes. “Gods, Naci, you taste like heaven.” And then he ripped the slip off me completely and shoved me down onto the table.
I needed him inside me. Now.
He moved my fingers back to my center, guiding two of them to circle the bundle of nerves that was wound so tight, directing me in circles that had my head spinning.
“Don’t you dare stop,” he said as he backed away from me and watched for a moment as I obeyed and kept up the tantalizing circles. My eyes dropped to his waist, where I could clearly see his arousal.
He pulled his shirt over his head and then dropped his pants, freeing his hardened length. And he was huge—my eyes went wide.
Maybe it was the difference between mortals and fae, but I had never seen a man so large and thick, and I wondered if he could even fit inside me.
“Three.”
Oh, so just seeing him naked was a form of “making it up to me”? Arrogant.
But divine.
“You’ve done beautifully, but I’ll take it from here.” He removed my fingers from my apex and replaced them with his own. He toyed with me for a moment before pushing my thighs apart with his knee and stepping between them.
The library spun around me, the headiness and pure desire taking over every one of my senses.
He kept up a punishing pace as he brought his mouth to one of my painfully hard nipples, sucking it into his mouth with fervor while his free hand found the other and circled it with his thumb in the same rhythm.
I had never felt so much simultaneous pleasure in so many places. My back arched off the table, my body begging for the release I so desperately needed. He kept me teetering on the edge but never let me pass it, never letting me cross into the oblivion I knew would come once I finally did.
Then his fangs pierced the flesh just on the edge of my nipple, making me cry out both in shock and in pain. It wasn’t deep, but enough to draw the smallest amount of blood.
I found my release, and it hit hard. I saw stars and swore. It was then that I realized I might be a bit of a masochist…because that moment of pain from his bite turned into a blinding, whole-body orgasm that wrung waves of pleasure from me over and over.
“Two.”
Gods. He wasn’t done. I was panting, and despite my shattering release, I was still aching. I still wanted to feel him inside me. Needed to.
He shoved two fingers inside me, unceremoniously and punishing. His fingers were much thicker than mine, the shock making me cry out while I was still riding the wave of that last orgasm.
“You’re so very tight, Naci. Can you imagine how I’ll fill you?” He looked down at his hard length, grasping it in his other hand and beginning to stroke it up and down as he pumped his fingers in and out of me with the same pace. “Do you want me inside you?”
I wanted it so badly. I nodded fervently. I was already building toward my next release, and I wasn’t even sure the pleasure of the first one had stopped yet.
He took my hand and placed it on his thick length, my fingers curling around it and moving up and down as he had done.