FORTY TWO

"Tell me what you want."

I stared into Sin’s eyes, feeling my heart flutter at his nearness. "I want you," I whispered, reaching out to cup his cheek.

For a split second, I felt complete adoration for the man in front of me as he trembled under my touch. He was strong. He was in charge.

He was my own.

When he opened his eyes once more, I could see the ferocious heat and desire he would once again bring to my body. We had sentiments for each other that were difficult to express.

"Mani." My name came out in a whispered plea as he dropped to his knees, his face inches from my throbbing core. "Why do you wish to leave me?"

"I don’t," I breathed, my hands fisted in his hair. "I won’t."

His thumb brushed over my clit, and I whimpered. "You don’t ever have to beg for me."

Oh, but I wanted to. As he continually pushed my body to the edge, I wanted him to make me scream out his name and beg him to stop.

His mouth touching me and nearly making me cry is my favourite thing about him. He worship