Darkest Sins (Perfectly Imperfect #9)

I bite my lower lip and grab the blunt edging, pressing my fingertips against the quartz on either side of my ass.

“Good.” He dips his head to whisper in my ear. “I’ve been dreaming about this moment for so long.”

A kiss lands on the side of my neck. Then another on my collarbone. One more, a bit lower, just above my left breast. These are not light butterfly kisses, but rather hard and possessive, like he’s branding every inch of my skin with his mouth.

So long. I have waited so long for this. Dreamed about his hands and lips on my body, imagined how it would feel. This surpasses everything my desperate mind conjured up. My skin seems charged, pins and needles prickling everywhere he touches. Just like when he watches me, but a billion times more intense. Warmth swells inside my chest, filling the cracks in my soul. I hadn’t even known they were there until this moment. I didn’t know there were parts of me that were missing, but now, they are suddenly there. I feel complete. Only in my demon’s arms do I feel that way.

My core clenches and my legs shake as he drags his lips down the valley of my chest and stomach. When he reaches my soaked panties and inhales, I almost come from the sensation alone.

“I’ll have your scent on my mind each time I think about you, cub.” One more deep breath, and then he tears my panties off.

Rough palms slide along my thighs and grab behind my knees before pulling my legs over his shoulders.

“My Nera. You are so damn beautiful,” he purrs, slipping his hands under my behind.

Air leaves my lungs in short bursts, my body shaking hard as if I have a fever. His warm tongue laves my folds, slow and torturous. The tip of that masterful muscle slides inside me. Delves deeper, French-kissing my core. Tremors shoot down my spine as I arch my back, whimpering. Wanting. I’m not sure what does me in more—his tongue on my pussy or hearing him say my name. The quivers heighten with every hard, relentless stroke. My entire being feels like it’s coming apart—my body, my mind, my heart—every cell is ready to explode in one perfect union.

One languid but deliberate stroke up my slit, and then he presses his lips over my clit and sucks it into his mouth. White lights flash before my eyes, and a devious cry, something between a moan and a scream, leaves my lips as I teeter on the brink of climax.

But then, so suddenly, the pressure of his lips is gone. My eyes fly open, and I find my demon watching me from between my thighs, a small satisfied smirk pulling at his lips.

“I wonder, should I finish you with my mouth”—he slowly lowers my ass down onto the counter—“or with my cock?”

That ship sailed long ago. Since the moment I met him in that dark alley, I’ve been drawn to him. He’s burrowed under my skin, literally making me feel him. His presence. His dominionover me. Iamalready “finished,” irrevocably ruined for any other man.

Fast, short breaths escape me as I watch him. Stormy eyes lock on mine as he reaches for the button on his pants, while his other hand lands between my legs. Deft fingers stroke my already sensitive pussy, each sensual caress wreaks havoc on my nervous system.

“Please,” I moan, arching my back, mad with need. If I have to endure much more of this torture, I might just go crazy.

He unzips his pants while teasing my clit with the pad of his thumb. “Please, what?”

My gaze wanders down his chiseled chest, across the three lines of perfectly defined abs, and rests on his huge cock. My core muscles clench at the mere thought of having him inside me. “Please, fuck me.”

“Fuck you? No, I don’t like that term.” He grabs me behind my knees, pulling me closer. “I’m going to take you, Nera.”

“What’s the difference?” I pant while the tip of his cock teases my entrance.

“What I take, I keep forever,” he says with a wicked smile. Then, he buries himself all the way to the hilt.

My shriek of pleasure fills the room, but it quickly transforms into moans as he pounds me relentlessly. His breaths are sharp and fast, coming out in a steady rhythm. Every muscle on his body seems taut as his cock enters me, plunging deeper with each thrust while his eyes bore into mine. They are not empty now, and I can see the tempest roaring to life in his turbulent state. Hear the cry of rampant desire as clear as if he voiced it. “Mine,” his eyes say.

When I allowed myself to hope, to imagine how it would be between us, it was always like this. Hard. Unrestrained. Wild. Raw. Like him. I’ve always known there’s a fiend behind his usual detached and dark demeanor. And I love seeing it come out into the light.

My inner walls spasm around his length while an ardent fever singes my body, seeking a way to burst free. I let go of the counter edge I’ve been gripping, grabbing at his forearms instead. My nails dig into his skin as I stare at him. He hasn’t looked away from my face since the instant he plunged inside of me.

His piercing gaze holds mine captive while his right hand moves up my thigh, my stomach, stopping on my chest. My guardian demon—my possessor—presses his palm over my heart.

“Now, come for me, tiger cub,” he growls, thrusting until he bottoms out.

I scream. Stars flash before my eyes as I let myself fall into beautiful oblivion, annihilated and consumed by my dark demon in the light.

Chapter 20

The early morning breeze wafting through the open window caresses my naked flesh. I reach out and move the black strands that have fallen over his face. We’ve been lying in my bed for nearly an hour, just watching each other.

“What happens now?” I whisper.

I’ve been meaning to ask this ever since we collapsed exhausted onto the sheets after making love for the second time since the sun came up over the horizon, too afraid to hear the answer. But I can’t keep it back anymore.