Stolen By A Sinner (The Sinners Series)

The purest sweetness bursts over my tongue, and I lose all rational thinking, devouring Lara until she’s gasping for air.

My tongue flicks and strokes against hers, and I inhale her breaths. My teeth ravish her lips until they’re swollen.

I’m on a fucking high because I have total control.

Catching myself before I move too fast and traumatize her more than she already is, I break the kiss and press my face against her neck. “Jesus,” I mutter, my own breaths racing from me. “You’re going to drive me insane.”

Lara’s chest rises and falls against mine, the swells of her breasts drawing my attention and making me harden even more.

Lifting my head, I look down at her flushed face, swollen lips, and eyes filled with wonder.

Like the fucking caveman I am, I ask, “How was your first kiss?”

“Perfect.”

My chest swells with pride, and I brush a thumb over her pink cheek. “Everything you hoped for?”

“So much more.” Lowering my arm, I take hold of her hand and press her palm over my chest. “You can touch me.”

She nods, her eyes still shining like stars.

Tilting my head, I stare at her. “You’ve bewitched me with your innocence.”

Her mouth curves up. “Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything.”

“Do you like me too?”

“I wouldn’t have kissed you if it weren’t the case.”

Relief washes over her features. I hadn’t realized it was something she worried about. I obviously haven’t been clear about my own feelings. I’ve never been much of a talker and more of a watcher.

My eyes caress her face. “You’ve gotten under my skin, Lara Nowak. I don’t know when or how it happened, but I’d like to see where this goes.”

Confusion flutters over her face. “What do you mean?”

Lifting my hand, I tuck a couple of silky strands behind her ear. “There are no rules. Let’s just enjoy whatever this is.”

“Okay.”

Needing to have this discussion with her, I ask, “Are you on the pill?”

She shakes her head.

“Do you want to start a form of contraceptive, or will I be using a condom?”

Her cheeks flame up, her eyes filling with shock because of the direct question she clearly wasn’t expecting.

“If the relationship between us continues to develop, I’d like to know I’m not going to get you pregnant when we finally sleep together,” I explain, my tone gentler.

“You choose,” she murmurs.

Not wanting her to worry about swallowing a pill every day, I say, “I’ll have the doctor come over so he can give you a contraceptive implant.” I tuck a couple of strands behind her ear. “But we’ll take the time to get to know each other better and enjoy each other before sleeping together.”

“Okay,” she agrees, relieved that I made the decision for her.

Wanting to see what kind of power I hold over her, I demand, “Kiss me.”

Lara pushes up on her toes, and to keep her balance, she wraps her fingers around the back of my neck. To help her, I lower my head, and she doesn’t hesitate to press her mouth to mine.

Intense satisfaction has my cock hardening to breaking point.

I break the kiss, and taking hold of her hips, I sit down and pull her onto my lap so she’s straddling me.

“That’s better,” I murmur before hungrily claiming her mouth again. My tongue lashes against hers, and I love that I have total control over everything because she has no experience to challenge me with.

Lara wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine, and it situates her right on top of my cock. Her breathing hitches, and unable to resist, I thrust up against her heat.

Her breaths falter as she gasps.

Pulling my mouth away from hers, my eyes settle on her face before I thrust up again, watching her reaction closely.

Her eyes remain closed, and a look of pure ecstasy relaxes her features.

“Do you want me to make you come, Lara?”

My direct question has her eyes snapping open. I see embarrassment tightening her features, and I expect her to put a stop to this.

“Yes.”

My eyebrow lifts in surprise while my dominant side orders, “Unbutton the shirt.”

With trembling fingers, she pops one button open after the other. The moment she’s done, I brush the fabric to the side so I can see her breasts.

Having her obey me makes satisfaction fill me. As a reward, I lower my head and flick my tongue over her already pebbled nipple. Her body jerks, and when I suck her into my mouth, she arches her back, eagerly offering herself to me.

Perfection.

Wanting to hear her moan, I slip my hand down her abdomen, and moving the fabric of her panties, my fingers brush over her soft curls. I find her slick heat and twirl my finger around her entrance.

Freeing her breast from my mouth, I look at Lara as I slowly push my middle finger inside her. Her lips part in a gasp, and her thighs squeeze against my sides.

“Good?” I ask to make sure I’m not hurting her.

She nods quickly.

“Touch me, Lara,” I order.

“Where?”

“Wherever you want.”

She lifts her hands to my shoulders as I slowly move my finger in and out of her tight opening.

There’s no fucking way I’d fit inside her tonight. Not without hurting her badly.

Instead of my own burning need, I focus on Lara’s. I massage her clit with my thumb until her breaths are nothing but short bursts over her lips.

When I see the pleasure filling her eyes, I pull my hand away and demand, “Rub yourself against me.”

Her inexperience shows as she struggles to swivel her hips. I lie back on the bed, and pushing her panties out of the way, I help her move up and down the outline of my cock.

“That’s it,” I praise her. “Harder, baby.”

She places her hands on my chest, her fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt, then she finally finds her rhythm. Pleasure builds in my balls, and my hands grip her hips tighter.

“Come for me, Lara. Let me have your first orgasm.”

Her body starts to convulse, her eyes snapping shut as her features tighten, her mouth opening on a silent ‘O.’

I drink in the sight of my shirt hanging loosely around her, her breasts on display. With her panties pushed aside, I can see her swollen clit as she rubs over my hard length.

The sight of her has me exploding in my sweatpants. Somehow, I manage to sit up. I shove my hand down between us, and thrusting my finger inside her clenching heat, I move fast to prolong her orgasm.

Lara buries her face in my neck as a whimper escapes her.

I wrap my other arm around her, my own pleasure forgotten as I focus all my attention on her.

Only when she stops clamping the fuck out of my finger, do I still, our rushing breaths the only sound in the room.

Intense satisfaction surges through me. I pull my hand free, and taking hold of her hair, I tug her away from my neck so I can see her face.

Tears shine in her eyes, her chin trembling. There is so much emotion on her face, she’s never looked more alive than she does right now.

“Did I hurt you?”

She quickly shakes her head.

“Why does it look like you want to cry.”

Unable to lower her head, she glances away from me, swallowing hard on whatever she’s feeling.

“Lara.” Her eyes swing back to mine. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing.” Her voice carries a world of vulnerability, then she gives in and admits, “There are too many emotions.”

“Good ones?”

She nods, swallowing hard again.

She’s just emotional.

“It’s okay to cry,” I encourage her, thinking it might help.

She shakes her head again, and I watch as she reins in everything she’s feeling.

I don’t like it one bit and hate that she’s bottling it up. Frustration slithers into my chest, but not wanting to ruin this moment for her, I keep quiet.

When she reaches for the shirt to cover herself, I shake my head. “Don’t you dare.”

Her eyes lift to mine. “What happens now?”

“We talk.” I let go of her hair and move my hand to her face. Cupping her cheek, I ask, “How was your first orgasm?”

She thinks for a moment, then replies, “I don’t know how to describe it.”

“Try.”

I watch as she inhales, her breasts rising and falling. Lowering my hand, I brush my knuckles over her pebbled nipple.

“It felt like something exploded inside me.”

The corner of my mouth lifts as I keep touching her, loving how goosebumps spread over her skin. “And?”

“It was intense.”

I let out a chuckle. “Is it what you expected?”

My fingers brush over the scar left by one of the bullets, and regret trickles into my chest.

I almost fucking killed an angel.

“I didn’t know what to expect.”

My eyebrow lifts. “Haven’t you made yourself orgasm?”

Looking a little self-conscious, she shakes her head.

My lips curve up in a satisfied smile. “All your firsts will belong to me.” Lifting my hands to the sides of her neck, I pull her closer. My eyes keep hers prisoner as I demand, “Whenever you need to orgasm, come to me. Only I get to touch you. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, who?”

With a world of happiness in her eyes, she murmurs, “Yes, Gabriel.”

I stare at her, intense possessiveness filling every corner of my being.

Damn my soul, but I’m taking this angel for myself.

“You belong to me, Lara.”