A Necessary Sin: The Sin Trilogy: Book I

“Lie back, bonny one.”


I’m lowering my upper body onto the desk when he grasps my feet and pushes my legs back and apart. I tremble with an impatient desire to be touched. I anticipate his fingers entering me at any second. But they don’t. I’m considering begging when he moves my legs so they’re draped over his shoulders, his head between my legs. My mind hardly has time to register what he’s about to do when I feel the flutter of his tongue. I jolt, just as I did the first time he touched me there.

I could have never guessed it would feel like this. Just as I grow accustomed to one motion and rhythm, he stops and changes to a completely different speed and direction. It’s a guessing game as to what he’ll do next and how it will feel. I only know he’s going to bring me to orgasm very soon.

Sin inserts his fingers and slides them in and out while he uses his mouth to form a suction over my clit. I instinctively lift my hips from the desk in a rhythmic, rocking motion. My back arches and I tense when the quivering begins in my pelvis. He sucks harder and it’s almost more than I can stand. “Ohh … uhh.”

My body shudders around his fingers, squeezing them. My womb flutters rhythmically for several seconds before it’s finished and a pulsating warmth spreads through my body. I tingle in my face, hands, and feet.

Sin comes up to hover above me so he can see my face. “I hope that was good for you.”

“The best ever.” I repeat the words he said to me the night he took my virginity.

“Good. I want it to always be the best.” He grins and grabs my hands to help me to a sitting position. “Can I kiss you?” I nod—not understanding why he thinks he’d need to ask. But then I understand his meaning when he brings his mouth to mine. Hmm … I’m not sure I’m crazy about that, but I suppose it’s tolerable considering the orgasm he gave me.

The song ends and another begins. This one I recognize. “You like Pearl Jam?”

“Aye.”

“Me too.” The song emanates an entirely different feeling.

“Sirens” plays as Sin’s hands glide up my thighs and bring them around his waist again. He’s moving back and forth, his erection rubbing against me. “The last thing you told me was no more condoms.”

“Mmm … hmm.”

“Is that still what you want?”

I grab his face and bring it to mine so we’re eye to eye. “That’s exactly how I want you.”

“I’ll never deny you of the things you want.” He situates himself at my entrance. “I’ve claimed you. That means it’s my job to give you everything you want.” He pulls my hips against him as he enters me. I put my arms up over his shoulders and press my body to his while moving with him.

Skin on skin. I’m not experienced but even I recognize the difference. It’s a more pleasurable feeling but it’s so much more than that. I feel a kind of connection I didn’t experience the other times. I gave a part of myself to Sinclair Breckenridge before. Now, he’s taking all of me.

He moves his fingers to where we become one and massages the sensitive spot above our connection. I press my forehead to his, holding on for dear life.

“Look at me, Bonny Bleu.” He slows his pace and our eyes are locked. “Into me … you see. Say it with me.”

“Into me … you see,” we repeat together. I have no idea what it means but I like the way it makes me feel to say it with him.

“I’m going to come.” His entire body tenses when he thrusts one last time. He’s deep inside me when I feel his body shudder. “Ohh … ”

When he’s finished, he presses his forehead to mine. We’re both grinning. “I hope that was good for you.”

“The best ever,” he says, laughing. He pulls out and sits in his chair, patting his leg. “Sit in my lap.”

I sit and put my arm over his shoulder. His hand is on my back, rubbing small circles into the muscle. “What was that?”

“A magnificent orgasm.”

“I mean the into me … you see thing.”

He leans his head back against the chair and caresses my cheek as he looks at me. “Intimacy means into me … you see.”

Oh, I see the association now.

“It’s the private and intimate part of the claiming. You say it during moments you feel closest to your partner.”

“Only during sex?”

“Doesn’t have to be. You can say it whenever you’re feeling especially connected.”

Saying those words together was profound. It felt comparable to allowing him into my heart. He breeched the walls of the fortress surrounding it, the one I built to keep everyone in my life at a safe distance.

But I don’t feel distance between us. It’s as though it never existed.

That isn’t part of the plan.





Chapter Fourteen





Sinclair Breckenridge