Page 67 of Craving Sin

It’s a goodbye kiss, and an I want you kiss, a how did this happen and how will I ever handle being without it kiss.

At least, that’s what I feel, and each swipe of his tongue tells me he feels the same.

“Please,” I say, and he pulls back before thrusting in again—slow at first, then faster, deeper, until his body is slapping against mine, arms tucked under my armpits, holding me as he rails me with everything inside of him.

It’s a powerful fuck, a punishing one, but not punishing me, almost like he’s punishing himself, giving himself what he wants even though he knows he’s going to walk away after.

His mouth finds my shoulder again, kissing, licking, then moving close to my ear. “I don’t want to let you go,” he says over and over again.

“Me either,” I say. Can we do this? Is there a way to make this work? For me to sacrifice my convictions for love? And does Rian love me too?

“Ride me,” he says before pulling out and rolling to his back. I immediately hurry to get on top of him, get his dick in my ass where it belongs. My fingers dig into his right pec, while I rise and lower on his cock—fuck myself on him, feel him deep and at a whole new angle.

I bend forward and kiss where he was shot. Rian’s hand moves to the back of my head, pulling me to his mouth and pushing his tongue inside.

My dick bobs between us, so hard, leaking as we take our pleasure from each other’s bodies. I’m sweaty and trembling, muscles tight as I do my best to fight off my orgasm.

When Rian spits in his hand, stroking my cock, all it takes is three up-and-down movements before I’m losing control, shattering on top of him, balls emptying, cum splattering on his hairy chest.

“Fuck, pretty thing. Me too.” He thrusts up and into me, working the first spurt of his load inside of me, then another, before he pulls out of me, flips me to my back, and jacks his cock over me, cum landing on my chest, stomach, and face, some sliding into my smiling mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Rian uses his finger to push cum into my mouth, then rubs it into my face, my chest, my stomach, so all I smell of is him.

He pushes one finger into my cummy hole before smiling again.

“Just where it belongs.”

I’m tired…so fucking tired and sated. I can hardly keep my eyes open. “Don’t go.”

“I have to.” He sounds sad when he says it.

“I don’t sleep. I can’t get you out of my head. I don’t want to be alone.”

He lies down beside me, pulling me into his arms. I fit around him like we’re made to be entwined this way. “I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”

My eyes fall closed. “I feel you watching me all the time. It helps.” He kisses the top of my head.

I love you, flutters through my mind, and it’s the last thing I remember before my world goes dark.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Rian

I love you.

Two days later, and that’s still all I can think about. Abbott had said he loved me…which I know can’t be true. We’ve known each other for no time at all, and I kidnapped him and held him hostage for nearly two weeks of it.

He can’t. It must be some kind of Stockholm thing, which makes me feel even worse about having been at his house that night, sneaking in and listening to him while he showered, watching him while he lay in bed, then going to him when he called out to me.

I shouldn’t have fucked him. I shouldn’t have been there in the first place. I’d been so strong not going to see him since we’ve been back—just following his dot on my app, but I hadn’t been able to stop myself that night.

He said he loved me. I don’t know if he realizes he said it aloud, but he had.

It took you a week to tell Moira…months for her to say it back, but you knew, so why can’t Abbott?

No. I shake that thought from my head.

All I’m doing is making this worse for him. How can he get acclimated back into his life if I slip into his room and fuck him anytime I want? That hadn’t been the plan. I don’t want to do this to him, don’t want Abbott to sacrifice who he is for me.