Good Side of Sin (26 page)

His control was slipping. I could tell by his quickened heartbeat against my breast and his escalated breathing as he kissed me.

My hands moved around to his abdominal muscles and, before I could chicken out, I slid my hand beneath the waistband of his cotton pajama bottoms and wrapped my fingers around his hard erection. He jerked in surprise and then went rigid above me.

He took in several deep breaths, and just when he opened his mouth to speak, I gently moved my hand from the tip of him to the base and slowly back up again. He closed his eyes and let a shuddering breath pass through his lips. His hips started to move with the rhythm of my hand working him.

He shook his head as he opened his eyes to me. He didn’t look upset. Actually, he looked pleased, but I could tell I had changed his plans of how this evening was going to go. “Don’t stop,” he stuttered, and carefully reached over and lifted my shirt up and over my head. I had to let go of him to get the material off my arm, but he encouraged me to continue once my shirt hit the floor.

The sound that escaped his throat was somewhere between a moan and a whimper as I touched him there again. It was soft to the touch, like satin, but hard like steel underneath, and I liked touching him there and watching the different emotions cross over his face. I could tell what he liked and what he didn’t by the different parts of his body I touched. I smiled and found a steady rhythm again as he worked on removing my bra with shaking hands.

He caught my smile with his eyes and shook his head again as he gave me a defeated grin.

“You don’t have to have a plan with me, Thoros. I will mess it up for you every time. I don’t do predictable.”

“I noticed,” he said with a smile, and I felt my bra loosen around me. “I need to look at you, Josselyn.” I let go of him as he got to his knees and took my bra with him. Without pausing, he moved to my feet and untied my boots. After tossing them and my socks to the floor, he reached for the top of my jeans and pulled them slowly down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine as he did so. I had one item of clothing left and so did he.

“Your turn,” I said, and his eyebrows popped up.

He pointed to the pajama bottoms, and the erection jutting out from the front of them like a tent pole. “Oh, you want these to go?”

I giggled as I rolled my eyes. “Like yesterday.”

He gave me a disbelieving look as he shook his head. “I don’t believe you. There is no way you wanted to see me naked yesterday. I’m aware angels can lie now.” He shook his finger at me and smirked. “You aren’t fooling me.”

I bit my lower lip as I glanced away. I nodded, disagreeing with him. “If you want the whole truth, I wanted to see you naked the first time I ever met you.”

He laughed and I looked back at him, aghast. “That makes two of us, skirt. Although I wanted to do a whole lot more than just see you naked at the time.”

I kicked at him playfully and he caught my foot in his hand, then brought it up to his mouth, kissing the arch while staring down at me. I sucked in a sharp breath and swallowed. “What else did you want to do?”

He grinned and reached for the elastic waistband of his pajama bottoms. As he pulled them down, he said, “I have an eternity to show you, but tonight seems like a great time to start.”

I squealed loudly when he grabbed for the last piece of fabric on my body. He was quick, too quick, and my panties disappeared in a flash to the floor with the other discarded clothing.

He took my foot and kissed it in the same place he had before, and then he moved up to my ankle and, pushing my leg up a bit higher, placed his lips gently on my calf. I was exposed to him. As he kissed up my leg—now at the bend of my knee—he stared in what seemed like awe at the most private part of my body. I had never let any man see me like this, but I wasn’t ashamed or uncomfortable. It felt right and I wanted him to look at me if that was what made him happy. It seemed to, since he hadn’t looked away since he’d gotten my panties from me.

I stiffened, not knowing what to expect, and then his mouth was on me—there. I gasped in surprise when I felt his tongue moving on me, in me—driving me insane. I writhed and jerked, but he locked his strong arms around my legs and held on as I bucked against his mouth. Another orgasm shattered through me, but I was ready for this one. I screamed out my release until my throat parched. Thoros rode my climax down with me. He moaned, his lips vibrated against me and I fisted the sheets in my hand until I heard the threads rip.

Loosening his grip from around my legs, Thoros started a trail of delicate kisses up my body as I fought for breath my lungs so desperately needed. He stopped to dip his tongue inside my belly button and traced the edge of it before blowing gently, raising goose bumps across my skin and causing me to shiver.

“You cold?” he asked, but I only grinned as my eyelids fluttered shut in pure bliss. “That’s okay. I’ll heat you back up.” One of his hands rushed past his mouth and gently caressed my right breast, kneading it gently. I moaned in ecstasy, and then gasped when his experienced mouth closed around my left nipple. It was almost too much. He had been right; I was heating back up, to the point of boiling over. My eyes shot open and I looked down at him when I felt something touching my sex. It was his other hand. His fingers were rubbing me, taunting me, driving me mad. I arched into him, encouraging him to keep going, to give me more. After all he had shown me, I still wanted more. I wondered if I would ever get enough of him.

Thoros pushed a finger into me. I stiffened and let out an unattractive noise at the sudden uneasy feeling. It hurt, and he really hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Shit,” he muttered, and then gently pulled the tip of the finger back out. “Look at me, Josselyn.”

I didn’t hesitate. My eyes shot to his and I felt the pull of his power. I felt him push his finger in a little, but this time it felt good—real good. “More,” I said, and he pushed it the rest of the way in, sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head, but when he pulled it out, there were two that went back in. It felt amazing.

He pulled them gently out and I felt the outside of his thighs brush the inside of mine. I took in a deep breath as he ran the blunt tip of his thick shaft up and down my slick sex.

Without pushing into me, he leaned down and kissed me softly. He swallowed audibly, and I realized he was trembling again.

“Are you afraid?” I asked him, bewildered.

“Terrified,” he replied. “I feel like I’m the virgin here. I’m already too far gone and I couldn’t bear losing you now. You’re stuck with me, skirt. Forever.”

I smiled and kissed his lips. “I hope so.”

He gave me a grin. “You better know so. I love you so much, Josselyn—so much it hurts.”

I smiled back at him. “I know so.”

He captured my mouth in a desperate kiss full of passion, desire, love and, yes—lust. It was there, and I shared it all with him.

I could feel him pressing against me, so hard, so demanding, yet just as yielding. He pushed in a little, and I resisted him at first, unsure of what to expect. His body went rigid above me, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and thrust my hips up to take the rest of him in me.

There was a sharp pain and I cried out, but it was over just as quickly as it had come, and then all I felt was the foreign thickness of him inside me. The feel of him penetrating me was different, but in a good way. Yes—it felt really good.

Thoros was panting, his chest heaving as he sucked air quickly in and out of his lungs. The lower part of his body never moved.

“Why did you do that?”

“You were going to stop.”

“I was going to use my gift so I wouldn’t hurt you,” he scolded me in a low voice, and then waited a moment before speaking again. He sighed. I thought he was angry with me and was about to tell me I should leave. “Are you okay?” he said instead.

I nodded.

“Josselyn, look at me, baby.” I looked at his eyes and my own filled with tears. He swore under his breath. “Tell me the truth. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Or I would be if you would stop making me feel like I have done something wrong. I want this, but I want to make you happy, too.”

He chuckled lightly and then kissed the tip of my nose. “There is nothing in this world that makes me happier than you. Don’t you know that by now? I just wouldn’t be able to stand myself if I hurt you.”

“You didn’t. It feels… nice.”

“Nice?” He laughed. “Well, let’s see if I can’t improve on that a bit. Just so you know, my goal is fantastic. Anything less and I will just have to keep trying.”

I sucked my lower lip between my teeth and rotated my hips into him. His eyes slammed shut and a moan escaped his open mouth. “I’ve got all night,” I whispered.

His eyes shot open and he crushed his mouth down on mine. I felt his arms slide up my back, and then his fingers gripped my shoulders and I was pulled to an upright position, sitting on his lap. I gasped as the change of position caused him to fill me even more. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

I did as he requested and he immediately began to move under me, rotating his hips, causing tiny tremors to explode throughout my whole body. He wrapped one arm around my back and another under my thigh and pulled me to him for more control.

I flushed hot and clung to his damp body as he guided me with skilled, experienced movements. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, and I met each of his thrusts with my own. My breathing grew labored and I dug my fingernails into the soft flesh of his back as I rocked faster, harder.

“Josselyn. You feel incredible, baby. So tight. I feel you getting tighter. The orgasm is there, isn’t it?”

“Yes!” I answered in a breathy cry.

“Keep going, but give me your eyes. Let me make it better for you.”

I felt his hands move to my hips. He gripped them tightly in his hands and moved me up-down-up-down on him, drawing me closer still to that sweet bliss, that euphoria.

“Look at me,” he growled, and I could tell he was fighting his own stamina.

Too many sensations at once clouded my senses, but the orgasm was there, threatening to take my sanity if I didn’t release it. I wanted to so badly.

Almost. Almost. Almost—

“Jos-sel-yn! Come with me—now.”

I pushed roughly against his chest and was instantly locked in his gaze.

Thoros’ power didn’t caress me. It crashed into me. There was all the feeling of being hit by a locomotive, only without the pain, just the destruction. There wasn’t even time for anticipation; it was a sort of heart-stopping, breath-stealing, life-altering experience. I let it go. And then I felt his release, his thick erection pumping in time to the beat of my heart.

I attempted to focus, and couldn’t. Another burst of pleasure erupted through me and yet another violent cry tore from my throat as the orgasm rocked my body, mind and soul.

There was no more building pressure, there were only the explosions, and maybe that didn’t half explain the stimulation that was thrust in and upon me. The definition of the feeling was lost to me, nor did I care if anyone could actually form words enough to describe it. If it was defined as lust, then I was a sinner, tried and true. The only important things that mattered were that I knew how it felt, I liked the way it felt, and I loved that Thoros wanted to share it with me.

My body shuddered as my cries turned to soft, satisfied whimpers, and Thoros fell, exhausted, to the mattress with my limbs, limp and immovable, on top of his.

“I am yours, forevermore, my angel.”

He sounded so vulnerable as he spoke the words, like it was
I
who was in control of him, his fate, his body, his heart. Was I? Had he given me complete dominance over him? Had
I
not given him the same, over me? I could answer all of those questions with one word: yes.

“And I am yours, forevermore, my half-souled prince.”

“Josselyn?” he said, breathless.

My mouth curved into a grin. “Yes, Thoros?”

“How did that feel?”

I giggled, and felt the soft duvet on my back as he covered us both. “Heavenly.”

The room was dimly lit with the soft pink glow of pre-dawn. Any second now the sun would poke its ugly face into the room, jerking Thoros and everyone in the house back to the cruel reality that they might not have forever after all.

He had promised exactly that to Josselyn the night before: forever. He prayed he hadn’t lied to her. If Lucifer won this particular game, it wouldn’t matter anyway. They would all be in so much pain from the torture the master demon would inflict on them, for the way they all had betrayed him, that none of them would have time to think about promises that had been broken.
That’s a comforting thought,
he mused, but then realized it would probably be a reality sooner rather than later.

He had this moment with Josselyn, though, and he wasn’t about to waste it thinking about what was to come. All he cared about… was now.

He watched her as she slept peacefully beside him. He hadn’t slept a wink the whole night, afraid she would wake up ashamed, and slip out of his bed before he woke. His biggest fear was that she would have regrets about giving herself to him. Regrets? He had none where she was concerned. But he desperately needed to see her eyes when she woke.

Impatient as ever, and anxious for her long eyelashes to flutter open, Thoros reached up with a shaky hand and lightly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then he bent down and kissed the top of her head that was rested on his shoulder. She stirred in that moment, her eyes shooting open in a panic. His heart stopped as he waited for her next reaction, but she only smiled sleepily and snuggled in closer to him.

The breath in his lungs left in a whoosh and his vision blurred as he pulled her in closer to his body.

“Is something wrong?” Josselyn asked with caution as her body went rigid against his.

Nope! Everything is perfectly perfect.
He shook his head against hers, unable to speak around the massive lump the size of a moon crater in his throat, and then he kissed her forehead, her nose, and then more tenderly, her lips.