Page 109 of Sinners Reunion

“Oh, you like this, don’t you?”

With her head turned to the side, she nods, eyes closed.

“Say it, my beauty. Tell me what you think of being chased and used in the woods.”

“I like it,” she says, and her voice doesn’t quiver. Her chin rises, and she owns her pleasure as I push two fingers inside her. She grunts against the grass, then throws her head back. “Fuck, you’re about to make me come already.”

I flip her onto her back and slip my fingers into her warmth once more. I curl against something delicate and feminine inside her, and a moan rolls over her parted lips. She tightens around my knuckles, and I hover over her as waves of ecstasy rush through her.

“Come for me. That’s what this was about. This first chase was meant to remind you how much control you truly have, even when you feel as if you have none. I hunted you so that I could serve you. Now come for me. Own your pleasure.”

She tips her head back. Every muscle in her body tenses as the orgasm rips through her. Her thighs ratchet down on my hand, but I don’t stop coaxing more out of her. I don’t stop until I hear her utter a garbled supplication as she sees God and nearly pisses herself.

The moment I’m off her, she gasps with a wide smile on her face. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen her so thoroughly happy.

“Wow,” she says, and moonlight glints off the tears forming in her eyes. “That was pretty incredible.” She turns her head and looks into my eyes. Her fingertips brush mine, and I take her hand. She licks her lips and swallows hard. “Thanks for reminding me I was still in control.”

I place her hand on her stomach and drag my fingers down her side, then trace circles on her bare thigh. “You have all the control. You always have.”

We lie like this for a moment longer. Until the intimacy is too much for her to bear. It’s the sort of silence shared between people with titles she isn’t sure she’s allowed to want. And here I am, considering giving her whatever title she’d like right now if she’d only kiss me.

If she’d do that, I’d live for her touch alone.

I’d make love to her.

We could return to our debauchery after that, but just once, I’d give her a sensual experience that would leave her without a shadow of doubt. Each fingertip would caress sonnets into her soul. The words would confess my ultimate sin: I love you, Josie.

My eyebrow rises. I don’t hate the idea.

She sits up and looks around for her shorts. I fish them out of my pocket and hand them off, and she slides her legs into them. Sprigs of dry grass cling to her hair, but I don’t lean over and pick them out. There’d be no point.

As I said, that was just the first chase.

The first of many tonight.

This dark horse has miles to run before I’ll let her bed down and rest. Even then, I may ride her in her dreams. That’s how insatiable she makes me feel.

And once I’ve thoroughly emptied myself into her, I’ll tell her everything about my past. From the reasons for the experiment to why things changed. I’ll give her everything she needs so that she can have all the control—all the control to reduce me to ash or give me the strength to withstand the impending hellfire.

Because tonight, I must take a page from Mr. Darcy’s book and let my Elizabeth Bennet know how much I admire and love her. My pride will be damned to hell when I make my confession, but I don’t mind losing this bet if it means I win her heart.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Josie

King hasn’t drawn a breath in over thirty seconds. I’ve been counting ever since I sat on his face. I’d ask him if he regrets giving me a turn to chase him down, but he was raised not to talk with his mouth full.

Then again, I think he’s right where he wants to be.

My hands land on my thighs, and I pinch the skin in an iron grip as my fingers curl into fists. It’s involuntary. He does this to me almost every time he makes me come. I lose control of my body as pulses of warmth push through my muscles. My pussy keeps time, squeezing on nothing.

When I regain the cockpit, I briefly consider seeing how long I can smother him before he taps out. But who am I kidding? If I never let him draw another breath, he’d die a happy man.

I think I might miss him, though, so I rise off his face and run my hand through his hair as he pants against my pussy. I’m close to panting myself. Having all these orgasms is hard work, let me fucking tell you.

My legs feel like wet sand, so I roll off him and onto my back beside him. We both throw an arm over our heads as we try to catch our breath. When we finally stop sounding like a couple of freight trains, I turn to him and ask the question that’s been burning in my brain since I subdued him far easier than he subdued me.

“You let me catch you, didn’t you?”