His breath hitched. And I felt him, hot and hard beneath my palm, still trapped in his boxers.
His hand came down, catching my wrist, not to stop me, but to feel me. To feel that I was really doing this. This time, I wasn’t forced. This time… I was choosing to sin.
He didn’t speak. He just watched me with that unreadable expression, eyes burning into my skin as if ink that would never wash off.
“Hold my hair,” I whispered with the same tremble I’d been holding onto.
A breath escaped him, and something in his gaze broke.
He did it. His hand on my wrist twisted into my hair with that roughness. I wasn’t trying to please him. I wasn’t even trying to save myself either. Maybe… if I gave him everything, the silence inside me would finally stop screaming.
His hips bucked slightly as if he had been touched in his manhood again. The muscles in his jaw ticked, and a low curse tumbled out of his mouth. His fingers tightened in my hair, and I bit back a sound of my own. I wanted him to break me, not with violence, but with this. With worship that looked like every dangerous version of sin.
I pulled out his entire length, and I was startled that he was semi-erect. I couldn’t hold it with my single hand, so I fisted his cock with both of my hands. It was thick and veiny, and I couldn’t believe this had been inside me several times.
Swallowing, I looked up to meet his eyes, and they darkened as I opened my mouth and touched him with my tongue. He took a sharp breath. “Fuck…”
I loved watching him throw his head back, and my tongue tasted the salty pre-cum. In a few seconds, he was as hard as rock, swelling in my hands and standing tall like a fortress.
I didn’t stop there, though. I had no reason to. His hand in my hair guided my whole mouth to his length. He was eager. But I shut my lips, and his mushroom head only met my closed lips. He let out a frustrated growl and snapped his eyes at me.
I licked my lips, blinking my hooded eyes at him, feigning every ounce of innocence I could muster.
“You said you’d let me take control,” I muttered, tilting my head. “If you keep acting this way, I refuse to please you.”
That got his attention, because he sighed and cursed again. “You’re playing with me, Dolcezza.”
I smiled. “Maybe I am,” I whispered, letting my thumb stroke along the ridge of his tip, watching the way his abs clenched under the pressure. “Maybe I just like watching you fall apart.”
His chest rose, sharp and shallow, like he’d forgotten how to breathe. His hand in my hair trembled—just enough for me to notice. The storm in his eyes flared.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered. I kissed the underside of him. Then again. Slower. Deeper. Like a promise made on holy ground.
And then I took him in.
Inch by aching inch, letting him stretch past my lips, my throat opening willingly to every inch of sin he had to offer. His hips jerked, his free hand curling into a fist against the seat as a sound escaped him—raw, low, beautifully ruined.
I hummed against him, and that’s when he lost it.
“Fucking hell—” he groaned, his grip in my hair tightening, but not forcing. Never forcing. Just grounding himself with the only part of me he could hold on to.
His other hand found my jaw, his thumb tracing my cheekbone with the gentleness of a man who knew he didn’t deserve softness, yet begged for it anyway.
“You’re mine,” he growled under his breath, voice rough with reverence. “No matter what you do, no matter how sweet you pretend to be… I see the ruin in your eyes. And it looks just like mine.”
I looked up at him, my lips still wrapped around him, eyes watering but unblinking. I let him see it—all of it. The ache. Theloneliness. The desperate, broken worship we gave each other to keep from collapsing.
He was shaking when he finally pulled me off with a gasp, pressing our foreheads together, his breath a prayer against my lips.
“Don’t do that,” he whispered. “Don’t want me like this. I’ll never come back from it.”
“I’m not trying to want you,” I said quietly. “But if I do… I won’t come back either.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Howls
I didn’t remember the drive.
