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Angel of Death and the Keeper of Souls
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Angel of Death and the Keeper of Souls
“Sinclair-”
“Don’t ever do that again. Don’t ever leave me again.”
“Me! Leave you? Are you out of your mind? Are you blind? Are you stupid!? I didn’t--” My words were cut off in a strangled gasp as he pressed his body tighter against mine. The wall at my back was a solid thing. I knew it trapped me as surely as the man standing in front of me. I could feel him pressed through his clothes, his body heavy and hot and hard.
I licked my lips and squirmed, tugging at the grip he had on my wrists. He leaned into me, pressing his mouth against the long clean curve of my neck.
“Are you afraid?” The movement of his mouth had my body jerking and I whimpered. Teeth scraped along my skin and my heart jumped. The heat that pooled low in my belly was a shock, an almost painful one that had my eyes widening in surprise.
“Are you afraid?” He asked again, his face rubbing along my neck and up to my chin and cheek as he drew in the scent of me, marking me much the same way as a cat would. With a jolt I realized that I wasn’t. I wasn’t afraid of Sinclair. If I asked him to stop, he would and he wouldn’t make me hurt for it.
I shook my head.
“No. I’m not afraid of you.”
He raised his head enough so that he could look down at me, his eyes intense through the fall of inky hair that fell across his face. His smile was a brilliant flash through all that hair.
“You should be.”
Then he used the grip he had on my arms to raise me up just as he lowered his head to my breast. His teeth scraped across my nipple, and my breath caught. My thighs clenched and I arched my back, wrapping my legs around his waist and letting my head fall back. His mouth was hot, his tongue and teeth determined and thorough. He sucked me into his mouth as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of me and I bit my lip, hips moving restlessly. Searching…searching…
I let out an exasperated cry, and Sin let go of one of my arms, his fingers sliding over my body. Down my stomach so that muscles clenched and jerked. I lifted my hips for him, body aching in a way that I was unused to.
“Please…please Sin please.” he must have heard the desperation in my voice because he obliged me, fingers dipping between my legs and sliding along the wetness there. He stroked me like a cat and I purred for him, moving my hips in time with his fingers until suddenly, with a gasp on my part and a groan on his, one of those long fingers slipped inside of me and drove deep.
I froze. This was the first time that I could ever remember having a man touch me like this and I didn't feel fear.
It was...it was nice. It was really nice.
The hand that I’d placed against his shoulder clenched once, twice, and let go. I collapsed back against the wall, staring up at Sin with wide eyes, my legs still wrapped around his waist and my remaining arm still held immobile over my head by his hand. His eyes narrowed, and he moved the hand between my legs experimentally. His finger slid from me in slow degrees and I regretted its loss. Regretted it so much in fact that my inner muscles clenched tight around him as I tried to draw him back in, keep him.
Sinclair stiffened and his eyes drifted closed. I missed the intensity of his gaze on my face, but the concentration that I saw in him fascinated me almost as much. When he pushed his finger back inside of me, rotating it slowly and curling it at the knuckle I gasped and cried out.
Sinclair grinned, eyes still closed. Then he did something that had my mouth drying up and every intelligent thought that I’d ever had in my life shriveling up and dying.
He slid his finger from me and raised his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers clean and growling low in his throat in satisfaction.
My heart damn near stopped when our room door burst open. Cameron and Tray’s voice rang out and broke the tense silence like it was glass.
“Hey! What are you doing up here? The party’s downstairs.” a moment of quiet as both boys noted the legs wrapped around Sin’s waist and the slender arm he held. I realized that they most likely couldn’t see me from around Sinclair’s back and my suspicion was confirmed at Tray’s solemnly spoken words.
“Oooooh Sinclair. Ale‘s gonna be maaaaad at you.”
My eyes met Sin’s and I gave him a shaky laugh. His voice was sardonic as he replied.
“It’s alright boy. I don’t think she’d mind overmuch.” He leaned over me and his next words were for me and only me. “We’ll finish this later.”
I could only nod.
“Don’t ever do that again. Don’t ever leave me again.”
“Me! Leave you? Are you out of your mind? Are you blind? Are you stupid!? I didn’t--” My words were cut off in a strangled gasp as he pressed his body tighter against mine. The wall at my back was a solid thing. I knew it trapped me as surely as the man standing in front of me. I could feel him pressed through his clothes, his body heavy and hot and hard.
I licked my lips and squirmed, tugging at the grip he had on my wrists. He leaned into me, pressing his mouth against the long clean curve of my neck.
“Are you afraid?” The movement of his mouth had my body jerking and I whimpered. Teeth scraped along my skin and my heart jumped. The heat that pooled low in my belly was a shock, an almost painful one that had my eyes widening in surprise.
“Are you afraid?” He asked again, his face rubbing along my neck and up to my chin and cheek as he drew in the scent of me, marking me much the same way as a cat would. With a jolt I realized that I wasn’t. I wasn’t afraid of Sinclair. If I asked him to stop, he would and he wouldn’t make me hurt for it.
I shook my head.
“No. I’m not afraid of you.”
He raised his head enough so that he could look down at me, his eyes intense through the fall of inky hair that fell across his face. His smile was a brilliant flash through all that hair.
“You should be.”
Then he used the grip he had on my arms to raise me up just as he lowered his head to my breast. His teeth scraped across my nipple, and my breath caught. My thighs clenched and I arched my back, wrapping my legs around his waist and letting my head fall back. His mouth was hot, his tongue and teeth determined and thorough. He sucked me into his mouth as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of me and I bit my lip, hips moving restlessly. Searching…searching…
I let out an exasperated cry, and Sin let go of one of my arms, his fingers sliding over my body. Down my stomach so that muscles clenched and jerked. I lifted my hips for him, body aching in a way that I was unused to.
“Please…please Sin please.” he must have heard the desperation in my voice because he obliged me, fingers dipping between my legs and sliding along the wetness there. He stroked me like a cat and I purred for him, moving my hips in time with his fingers until suddenly, with a gasp on my part and a groan on his, one of those long fingers slipped inside of me and drove deep.
I froze. This was the first time that I could ever remember having a man touch me like this and I didn't feel fear.
It was...it was nice. It was really nice.
The hand that I’d placed against his shoulder clenched once, twice, and let go. I collapsed back against the wall, staring up at Sin with wide eyes, my legs still wrapped around his waist and my remaining arm still held immobile over my head by his hand. His eyes narrowed, and he moved the hand between my legs experimentally. His finger slid from me in slow degrees and I regretted its loss. Regretted it so much in fact that my inner muscles clenched tight around him as I tried to draw him back in, keep him.
Sinclair stiffened and his eyes drifted closed. I missed the intensity of his gaze on my face, but the concentration that I saw in him fascinated me almost as much. When he pushed his finger back inside of me, rotating it slowly and curling it at the knuckle I gasped and cried out.
Sinclair grinned, eyes still closed. Then he did something that had my mouth drying up and every intelligent thought that I’d ever had in my life shriveling up and dying.
He slid his finger from me and raised his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers clean and growling low in his throat in satisfaction.
My heart damn near stopped when our room door burst open. Cameron and Tray’s voice rang out and broke the tense silence like it was glass.
“Hey! What are you doing up here? The party’s downstairs.” a moment of quiet as both boys noted the legs wrapped around Sin’s waist and the slender arm he held. I realized that they most likely couldn’t see me from around Sinclair’s back and my suspicion was confirmed at Tray’s solemnly spoken words.
“Oooooh Sinclair. Ale‘s gonna be maaaaad at you.”
My eyes met Sin’s and I gave him a shaky laugh. His voice was sardonic as he replied.
“It’s alright boy. I don’t think she’d mind overmuch.” He leaned over me and his next words were for me and only me. “We’ll finish this later.”
I could only nod.