His Sin ✔️

THIRTY SIX

"Are you okay?" I ask gently, taking a few wary steps toward him.

"It's just a shock. I thought maybe..."

He draws off, brows creasing. I pause in my step. He looks deep in thought, shifting through his emotions, not allowing me to witness a single one.

I take another step. "You thought what, Cian?"

He looks up at me, licking his lower lip slowly, holding my gaze.

I'm stunned, rooted to the spot as he step forward, closing the gap between us. "I know you feel it. I know you feel what is going on between us."

"And what might that be?" I ask breathlessly, letting the feeling of his power thrum through me. He tilts his head down, dark hair falling down over his eyes. I wrap my fingers into a fist, resisting the urge to reach up and brush hair back through my fingers, curious to know if it's as silken as it looks, especially with the roots looking as though they are dusted with fine cold powder.

"Your soul may belong to whoever this strange man is," he murmurs, reaching up to brush something from my shoulder. The touch, even through my clothing, sends a thrilling shiver along the surface of my skin. "But I see how your body reacts to me. I know you want me."

My lips part ever so slightly as I let out a slow, painful exhale.

How can I reply to that? My mind, body and soul belongs to him in a way that I cannot control. "How do you know?"

"I know you're going to kiss me, aren't you?" He responds. He doesn't sound conceited, more so daring me to give into my feelings, letting me know that he's ready for whatever I want to give him.

Suddenly, my resolve is nothing more than a watery mess seeping from my mind. All rational thoughts and fears are burnt in the ashes of the desire that grows inside of me, allowing me to concentrate on only one thing. Him.

To hell with everything.

I stride forward, ridding of all the space between us until our bodies crush together, and I'm grabbing either side of his face to kiss him.

For a moment, there's nothing but bliss. A physical sensation of something clicking into place takes a hold of me, luring down a dark, shadowy path and into the unknown. Sparks flutter at my fingertips, the feeling so unique there's no mistaking it for anything else. This is a bond, so raw and real it's forged from Fate himself, pairing us together for whatever reason it may be.

Cian flinches, pulling away to leave me reeling from the brevity of our kiss. He looks at me with stunned eyes, drawing his hands back to press his fingertips against his lips, the ghost of the feeling still there.

"I knew it," he breathes, before grabbing my forearm, tugging me toward him with force that nearly knocks me off my feet, his hand sweeping beneath my hair to hold the back of my neck, pulling his lips back to mine.

I melt immediately into the heat of the kiss, the feelings of sparks and the euphoria of having my affections met with the certainty of this passionate kiss.

He wants me. Through everything he's been though, there's still a part of him that is capable of loving again. And now all of that is focused on me.

With firm hands, he pushes me back by my hips, my back landing in the muddled covers of my bed. Giggling, I watch him pause, dark eyes tracing the lines of my body before he kneels on the bed over me, reaching out to caress the side of my face. I'm entranced by him. His everything is undeniably alluring. I don't know how I withheld myself from this.

"I've spent far too long wondering why the sight of you could bring me to my knees," he murmurs, more to himself than me. His hand ghosts over my skin lightly, along my jawline and down my neck, his touch so gentle and yet weighted by his forbidden intentions. "You're the most addicting woman I've ever met."

I let the sound of his voice drench me in shivers as his hand continue its glorious exploration of the minimal skin I have showing, the other one braced beside me.

"I should have told you sooner-"

He leans down to press his lips on mine, silencing me. I let him, his tongue sweeping into my mouth in a way I've never experienced before, my toes curling as a result. When he pulls away, we share a long gaze, one consumed by unspoken emotion and messy thoughts that we will have to sort out...later.

"You are mine, Amolet." He kisses my check, and then my jaw, and then my neck. His touches and kisses are so minimal I can hardly imagine what it will be like for him to fully unleash himself upon me. "And I am yours."

I grin, drawing his lips back to mine. And for once. I can finally relax.

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