Page 56 of Untamed Sinner

“Make me,” she shoots back breathlessly.

I twine her hair around my fist and slowly, softly tug her head back. “Last chance.”

Her lips curve. “Okay, Adrian.”

I stand, lifting her with me. "I'm not stopping until you're wrecked."

Her legs wrap around my waist. "Promises, promises."

I lower her back down to the bed with me on top, pressing her into the mattress. I watch, making sure she’s still with me, that what she said she wants is congruent with what her mind and body want.

She uses her legs to pull me down so I’m heavy on her, my groin notched between her legs.

Fuck me—she’s not wearing panties.

I can feel her heat through my underwear, and I grind myself against her core. I want to turn the light on. I want to see the wet spot I know she’s making on my shorts. “I want to take my cock out and dredge it through your cunt.”

Her head falls back, her hands clutching me. “Fuck yes. What are you waiting for?”

“This.” I lower my head and claim her mouth like I've been dying to for five weeks. She gasps, her hands fisting in my hair, and I swallow the sound. I watch her, cataloging the way she reacts and how she moves as I kiss her.

Her eyes open and she looks up at me, hazel eyes dark with want and trust.

She's giving me this—giving me her—and I'm going to make damn sure she never regrets it.

47

MANDY

His mouth is on mine before I can think, before I can second-guess, before I can do anything but feel.

The kiss is nothing like I expected.

It's not gentle or exploratory. It's claiming—his tongue sliding against mine with the same precision he uses for everything else—controlled, deliberate, and devastating.

I arch into him, my hands fisting in his hair, and he makes a sound low in his throat that goes straight to my pussy.

"Amanda," he murmurs against my lips, and the way he says my name—like a prayer and a curse—makes me shiver.

His hands move to the hem of my shirt—his shirt—and he pulls back just enough to look at me. "Take it off.”

I sit up and pull it over my head, tossing it aside. I'm naked underneath, and his eyes track over me as he runs a hand down the middle of my body, straight between my legs, dipping two fingers into my pussy.

Gasping, my back bows and my hips press up. “Oh God.”

He slides his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, slowly licking them. "Fuck, you're perfect."

I’m going to come just watching him. I know it.

His wet fingers close on one of my nipples, pinching before pulling on it just enough.

The sharp sensation makes me gasp, and he does it again—harder this time, testing, reading my response. He must see a green light, because his mouth takes my other nipple, sucking hard, teeth scraping.

I cry out. My hands fist in his hair, holding him to me.

He bites down just shy of pain, and my hips buck involuntarily. "Hendricks⁠—"

His hand slides between my legs, two fingers driving into me without warning. Deep. Rough.