Sin #2
“Never,” Max growled, his voice shaking with emotion, “have I ever needed someone like this. Do you hear me?” His thrusts turned brutal. “You are in my fucking veins, Sin.”
A sob broke from her chest, raw and unguarded. The intensity of his words mirrored the thoughts that had echoed in her mind. Could he really know how much she needed him? How much she feared this?
“Yes,” Max breathed, fierce with conviction. “Yes, I fucking can. And the moment you accept me as your mate, you’ll hear my thoughts too.”
He resumed his brutal pace, driving them both to the edge once more. Her head flung back in pleasure, but Max growled, his command slicing through the haze. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”
Immediately, her gaze snapped back to his, fear and desire warring inside her.
He roared her name as they came together, the sound echoed by her sobs of pleasure.
As the waves of ecstasy faded, Max rested his forehead against hers, his breath ragged, eyes locked on hers.
“Mine,” he whispered again, softer but no less intense.
Sin’s legs tightened around him as he slowly freed her from the restraints, rubbing her wrists and arms one by one. The moment she was free, Sin reached for him, her hands tangling in his hair as their lips met. His passion matched hers, the bond between them thrumming, insatiable.
When he pulled away, his voice was gentle. “I need to show you something.”
Sin struggled to swallow. “Can I get water first?”
His shoulders shook with silent laughter. “Come on, love.”
Sin’s chest tightened at the pet name, but she followed.
Once dressed, they appeared in a kitchen, startling the people there as Max smiled before they vanished again, reappearing in a small library. One she didn’t recognize, but the scents were distinctly books and Max.
“This is yours?” she asked.
“It is. It’s spelled so only I can enter, or anyone I bring in. Even my father doesn’t know about it.”
Sin narrowed her eyes. “How is that possible?”
“This used to be a storage room for tables and chairs.”
That answered why she’d found a hidden alcove filled with tables and chairs before. She wondered if Audrira knew.
He led her to a plush leather sofa covered in cozy blankets. “This is my personal study. I’ve been meaning to show you since I started collecting them.”
He was nearing a shelf when she asked, “Collecting what?”
He grabbed several books and returned to sit beside her. “Your books.”
Her eyes widened as he set the stack in her lap. As she sorted through them, Max approached the massive fireplace, starting a fire to keep them warm. Some books were about the basics of witchcraft, others deliciously smutty…
She laughed, the sound foreign to her. “How did you know I’d like these?” Suspicion was clear in her voice.
“Oh,” he shrugged, “just a hunch from our first time.”
She bit her lip, contemplating whether to tell him. As if he read her thoughts, he gave her an accusatory smirk.
She sighed. “Would you believe me if I said that was my first time?”
Finishing with the fire, he approached her, but didn’t sit. “No.”
Her brows furrowed at his expression.
“But I knew from the blood on my sheets, and immediately realized you’d read the filthiest books in the realms.”
A laugh escaped her despite her cheeks heating with embarrassment.
“You fucked me like you’d been studying for it your whole life.
Like you wouldn’t accept anything less than perfect scores.
” He finally sat down, throwing an arm over the couch behind her.
“I searched high and low for the most depraved books I could find, hoping to give you something you wouldn’t fall asleep over. ”
His smile was boyish and bright, softening her expression. Every ugly thought had ebbed from her mind, leaving only him.
She didn’t know how much time passed as they looked at each other. With each passing moment, their expressions grew more intense. She forced herself to look away, but his hand pulled her face towards him, and he kissed her before she could register what was happening.
Her entire body surrendered to that kiss. The books fell to the floor, and she panicked. “No!” She reached for them, placing them neatly on the table.
She swallowed hard when she turned back to him.
His shoulders shook as he reached forward, his fingers slowly closing around hers, kissing the top of her hand. “Open the bottom one.”
Reaching for the large, leather-bound book, her fingers hummed with power as soon as she touched it.
Sin’s eyes widened, gaping at Max for an explanation.
He nodded. “Open it.”
Upon opening the first page, she stopped breathing.
Grimoire Mistbourne
Seraphina
Callista
Thessalia
Iris
Ella
“Who is Ell-” Sin covered her mouth, swaying slightly. Max’s large hand rubbed her back. His fingers brushed her hair behind her ear, placing a gentle kiss on her temple.
Turning the page, she found drawings of her mother, her ancestors, and a small child—one that was happy, unchained.
Max’s eyes widened when Sin met them, tears streaming down her face.
“How did you do this?”
“I told you. Your mother was a revered witch. This grimoire is her legacy, and it belongs with you. For caution, we’ll keep it here—”
Sin threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. His hands braced her back, sliding around her waist. Her body trembled against his, though she made no sound.
Climbing onto his lap, she straddled him, pulling back to claim his lips. It started soft, but the moment her tongue sought entry, a fire blazed between them once more.
He didn’t hold back, grinding himself against her core, hardened again. His hands grazing her thighs, gripping her hips as she rubbed against him wantonly.
She cursed the pants he still wore.
Reaching down with fae strength, she ripped them open, salivating at the sight of his perfectly scaled cock.
Later, she thought. Later, she’d play with it like she fantasized constantly. Right now, all she needed was him.
He lifted her hips, hovering her above him, and as he nudged against her, she sat.
They both groaned as if they’d been waiting ages for this, his hands painfully tight on her hips as she rocked against him.
“That’s it,” he guided her. “Take what you need.”
She mewled at his words, at the perfect fullness of him inside her.
When they first met, she wanted every single cock in the room, even if it would kill her. Now, she felt she’d die if she didn’t have his, and his alone.
As if he heard her thoughts, he gripped the back of her neck. “You’re the only person I’ll ever need, I’ll ever want. I don’t need money, power. Fuck, I don’t even need food or water if it means losing you. Do you understand?”
She sobbed, rolling her hips slower, but harder, forcing him deeper.
“Fuck, don’t cry, my love,” he kissed the tears from her cheeks. “Just take me. Take this cock however you want, because it belongs to you.”
He leaned back on the couch, admiring her body as she moved. “So beautiful,” he muttered, tracing her scars as she thrust slowly, not with frenzied need, but like a love letter. The candles around them blazed as her orgasm built, flames towering as she fell over the edge.
“Sin,” he breathed.
She met his eyes, staring at her as if she was everything he ever needed, as if everything he’d said was true.
His hand reached down, thumb caressing her clit as he kept his steady pace. She cried out, but not loud enough to miss his words against her lips before he kissed her with everything he had.
“I love you.”