Storm of Sin - Patricia D. Eddy Page 0,82
in the room. It’s not quite dawn, the sky beyond the windows just starting to lighten in the east. “It’s been an entire day?”
“Yes.” Sin tips my chin up, and I find his eyes. Only a hint of sapphire blue surrounds his pupils. The rest of his irises are blood red. “But I would have waited for you for weeks if that is what you had needed.”
“You’re hungry.”
“I am always hungry for you, Zoe. But you are still too weak to feed me. Do not fear. We have time.”
“Um, not from your eyes we don’t.” I push myself up on an elbow and hiss in pain as the wounds across my back pull taut. “Shit.”
“Lie still,” he says and eases me down again. His hand cups the back of my neck, and a dull ache brings back the memory of Thorn invading my mind. Trying to break me, to force me to betray the man I love. The man who saved me. Tears burn my eyes, and I reach back to finger the raised edges of the brand.
“Killian tried his best, but you will bear the mark for the rest of your life,” Sin says, sorrow lacing his tone. He holds out his arm, and his own brand has returned, as clear as I remember it from my first life so many years ago. “As will I.”
“You’re not going to burn it off again?” I trace his tattoo, the skin around it still burned, but the mark itself unblemished.
“No. Because if not for what we both endured, we would not be here now. We would not have found one another. Fallen in love. Twice.” Sin brushes his lips to my cheek, and I turn my head, kissing him and offering all that I am.
The energy flowing between us makes my nipples tighten and floods my core with a desperate need so strong, it overrides all rational thought.
“Zoe,” Sin protests when he finally manages to break off our kiss, “you must rest.”
“I need you.” Cupping his cheeks, feeling the rasp of several days of stubble against my palms, I meet his gaze. “The last time we made love, I didn’t know who I was. Who I’d been. I do now, and I need this—need you.”
“I will not be responsible for causing you more pain,” he says.
“Then give me what I need. Make me yours and let me claim you as mine knowing exactly who I am.”
“Who are you?” His lips brush my ear, then trail down the curve of my neck. “You were stripped of all that you once were. Now, you can choose. Who do you want to be?”
Sparks of pleasure race through me when he pinches my nipple, and his teeth score along my collar bone to the hollow of my throat.
“Zoe. I’m Zoe Dawes. Because that’s the name I had when I realized I loved you. That’s the name I had when I remembered loving you once before. And I will never be anyone but Zoe Dawes ever again.”
Sin positions himself between my legs and stares up at me. “Are you certain?”
“I have never been more sure of anything in two lifetimes. Make love to me, Sin.”
He kisses up the inside of my thigh, over my mound, and back down, and with every touch of his lips to my body, I feel stronger. More grounded. More...me.
“I love you, Zoe,” he says after a light flick of his tongue to my clit. “I did not think myself capable of feeling...anything ever again, but you changed that.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, returning his focus to my pleasure. With each taste, our bond strengthens, as does my desperate need for release.
“Sin,” I gasp, so close to the edge I feel like I could fly, “I want you inside me when I come.”
He growls, moving so quickly, the room blurs as he flips our positions so I’m straddling him, his cock nudging my entrance. “You are in control, Zoe. Do with me what you will.”
The thrill of his words is nothing compared to the feel of him when I sink down and let him fill me. Pure power and strength swirl around us as I thrust my hips, and his fingers dig into my ass, urging me to ride him harder, faster.
With my gaze firmly locked on his, I link our fingers on either side of his head, and my nipples scrape against his chest, taking me higher than I’ve ever been. But I have to hold on. Because