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Each roll of my hips sets my clit on fire before my breath is taken away from me. I cry out, my orgasm so intense, I see the fucking stars and the moon and the endless horizon of heaven, the highest I’ll ever go. I feel myself tighten and constrict around him as I ride the high for as long as I can. My eyes return focus, barely, and I look down at Soren who is still cradling me, deep inside of me.

“I’m not done with you.”

He spins and lifts me off his cock, which glistens (Raine was here) in the glow of the lightning, and drops me onto the bed, flat on my back. He’s as fast as a cheetah, grabbing my thighs and roughly pushing them apart. Kneeling down, he runs his tongue up my center. My vision blurs and my eyelids flutter as my eyes roll back in my head.

I knew this man would be good at eating pussy.

I try not to think of how many other girls have enjoyed this pleasure; I make a mental note to ask him their names so I can add them to my kill list.

“I knew …” he whispers into me, before giving me a long, slow lick. “The most dangerous …” Stroke. “Pussy …” Another lick, a suck, a flick. “Would taste the sweetest.”

I wrap my legs around his deranged head and rock my pelvis into him, his tongue swimming for absolution.

Holy shit, this.

Is this what it feels like when there are feelings (wait, are there feelings?) involved? I’ve never experienced sex like this before. With both parties wanting it as much as the other.

He licks and sucks my clit, before pressing a finger inside me, curling it. My inner walls tighten and release as he brings me to the edge of the universe for the second time. How many dimensions can I possibly fall through tonight?

I wither on the edge of the bed as he stands and slowly slides his gigantic cock back inside me. Lifting one of my legs up over his shoulders, he angles himself deeper inside of me. My body reacts with pure veracity. I rise up and grind on him, welcoming the feeling of being completely and utterly dominated.

“Fuck,” he grunts. His filthy-ass mouth makes me want to fuck him until the sun rises. I pray it never rises again. I feel him pulse in me before he slides out and slaps me hard on the side of my thigh. “Roll over.”

I do as he asks, because I know what he wants. I arch my back as he grabs my ass and slams into me hard. The force wrangles a whimper from me. He fists my hair in his hand and angles my face back to him. His breath ghosts my jaw.

“You’re not in control anymore.”

I almost melt and die right there. Fuck control. Fuck everything. As long as he is fucking me, I’m good.

“You fucking say it.”

I make him wait, long enough for Soren to tighten his grip on my hair. The movement sends a sharp sting to my scalp which only serves to turn me on even more.

“No, I’m not,” I admit, lifting my chin so I can look up at him. “But I still fucking hate you.”

I drag my tongue over my bottom lip.

He smiles down at me, eyes locked onto mine. “I hate you, too, baby.”

He releases my chin and I fall forward onto my forearms, the sheets twisting in my fists. Soren keeps me there and fucks me from behind until he comes hard, a deep groan tearing out of him as his body locks up behind mine. As he comes, I think about what it means to be the ultimate sinner. The silver lining is we already know we have no miracle coming to save us in the end. Because for us sinners? We accept our fate. Even though we’re blessed with life, we’re cursed to die. And Soren and I will burn together in eternity as payment for our sins.

I can only hope I can fuck him there too.

Chapter 37

Raine

Isleep like the dead and wake to find a six-foot-five warrior in my bed. My pulse drums the second I realize Soren’s still here, excitement and anxiety tangle together, and honestly? I'm not even sure which is which. I’ve never slept next to anyone in my entire life. Tragic, isn't it? To have never felt the warmth of another human being beside you. Anytime I’ve had sex with someone for fun (which hasn’t been that many—most men bore me), there’s never been a sleepover. Just a get-the-fuck-out glare from me to them. I've always been super protective of my peace and my personal space.

Speaking of, there isn't much personal space happening right this second.

I peek under the sheet.

Damn.

There’s a goddamn missile in my bed.

I lay my head back on the soft pillow and stare at the ceiling, frozen. Soren worshipped my body in a way that's set the bar so high, no one else will ever reach it.