He gathered my slick on his fingers, his touch gentle and barely there. I knew there was more he could give me, and I held my breath as I waited, my entire body going still.
I ended up having to gasp an inhale before he gave me what my body wanted. My eyes opened, staring into his, our lips pressed together unmoving. The red orbs swirled with desire and interest, watching me as he danced around the spot I knew would wind me up tight.
Sin pulled back until I could see his pink, slightly swollen lips curled up into a smirk. “Tell me if you want more.”
“More, please,” I begged.
“Good girl.” His other hand brushed a strand of hair from my cheek before going down to trace at the bond mark he’d left on my breast.
I whined when he caressed it, pleasurable zings shooting through me and making my heart race. My two bite marks were my most prized possessions. I’d never thought it would feel so good to have him touch it.
But he hadn’t given me themoreI wanted. “Sin,” I whined.
He groaned. His cock dripped precum onto the side of my stomach, and I reached out a hand to grab at the length. If he could do this teasing, couldn’t I do it too?
I wrapped my fist around his cock, squeezing gently until he grunted above me. “Fuck, firefly. Love it when you touch me.”
It was hard to ignore the rapid beat of my heart or the gush of slick his words sent to my core. I was getting the blankets wet beneath me—we’d have to wash the sheets so I didn’t have to sleep in my own mess tonight.
But touching him urged him into doing exactly what I wanted. His fingers found the bud of pleasure they’d used before to make me see stars.
I cried out and pushed into the touch, Sin’s hand on my chest keeping me in place as he continued to caress the mark that bound us closer together. One that I knew would fade eventually, but hadn’t started to yet. My hand moved on instinct to stroke him, slowly and hesitantly, and he countered by leaning in to nip at my neck.
“Doing so good, Crescent.” He rubbed at the mark. “Keep making those pretty noises for me.”
His gaze darted up and I followed where he looked with that self-satisfied smirk on his face. Karma watched us with his eyesdarker than I’ve ever seen them, a massive bulge from his hard cock and a low, rumbling growl constantly emitting from a place deep inside him.
He should have been scary—the energy radiating off him was borderline dangerous.
I couldn’t be scared of him.
Not when he’d claimed he was going to do all sorts of sinful things to me that I couldn’t repeat. He’d said it so reverently, like it was his privilege to be allowed to touch me like that.
I knew he’d never hurt me.
I was beginning to doubt that he wouldn’t be mad over being teased like this, though. If I was lucky, he’d be mad at Sin and not me. It was Sin’s idea, after all.
“He’s loving this.” Sin accompanied the words with a touch that ripped a moan from me.
Karma jerked forward before doubling over with a groan.
I didn’t believe him.
It did make me feel powerful, though. That my voice and my body were doing so much to Karma that he was getting desperate to move from the prison Sin had trapped him in.
“Are you loving it too?” I asked.
“Of course, Princess. Especially the way your hand feels stroking my cock.”
The flush of heat that rushed to my head descended down to my neck and chest. “A-and I’m doing it… right?”
“Any way you touch me is right. If you want to make me come, all you have to do is stroke me and cry out my name when you come.”
My tongue darted out to wet my lips. “Sin,” I whispered.
His cock jumped in my hand, and he groaned. “Just like that.”
I kept stroking him awkwardly, much slower than the rapid pace his fingers were swirling in my slick. He didn’t seem tomind, not even when my strokes stopped being at all predictable when my body’s need grew to near breaking point.