Sinful Things

27

“Truly?” he asks, searching my eyes.

I reach back and unclasp my necklace, the one thing blocking his powers. He sucks in a breath as it’s removed. “Yes, Bastien. I forgive you.”

He slides his hand around my waist and pulls me toward him, then kisses me hard. It’s been a long time since we kissed. During all our s****l encounters, we avoided kissing as part of an unspoken agreement that it would be too intimate an act. But now his fingers dig into my hip as he kisses me with all the emotion he never shows on his face.

Then he pulls back, and his eyes scan me from head to toe, like he’s seeing me for the first time. “Your aura. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“What does it look like?”

“A perfect mix of light and dark, demon and angel, night and day. With a heavy streak of red, carnal desire.” His hands slide down my hips. “You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

“For you, always,” I admit, though it makes me feel vulnerable to say it. He begins unbuttoning his shirt, drawing my eyes to his smooth chest. “You should have come to me sooner.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

He lowers his head, his eyes gleaming with his own dark hunger. “I’m stronger than you think.”

Chapter Nineteen

Bastien

I

’ve had s*x with four women: two angels, one human, and Olivia.

The books say that c****s with a succubus is the most intense s****l experience a person can ever have. My sample size is small, but from my own research, I have to agree.

Then again, it could just be Olivia. She seems to have a strong effect on me, no matter how much I try to resist it. At this point, I’ve given up trying.

I remove her clothing slowly, savoring the reveal of her smooth, olive skin and feminine curves. Every inch of her seems to be perfectly sculpted to heighten arousal, even in someone as emotionless as me.

Once we’re both undressed, we move onto my bed and resume kissing. I rarely sleep here at the moment, since during the school year I share a dorm with Callan. Perhaps it’s wrong to do this in my childhood bedroom, but I find I don’t much care.

I spread Olivia’s legs and move my fingers to her c**t. She strokes my c**k at the same time, while our tongues dart in and out of each other’s mouths. We don’t normally do any of this. We always skipped the foreplay before. I never thought I cared about any of that, but it’s actually nice to move a little slower this time.

We continue on like this, until neither of us can resist any longer. With both of us on our sides, I hook her leg over my hips and adjust our bodies until we’re lined up and my c**k can slide into her. We stare into each other’s eyes as we move together as one, and it’s the most intimate moment of my life.

I take note of every moan, gasp, or sigh she makes, filing it away for future reference, becoming an expert on Olivia and what brings her the most pleasure. I previously thought she preferred things hard and fast, but it seems she also responds well when it’s slow and tender. Very interesting.

More experiments are definitely required. Lots more.

She digs her nails into my shoulder and kisses me harder, and I sense she wants me to bring her to completion. That’s the best way to feed her as well, I’ve found. When both of us come almost simultaneously, she seems the most sated. And above all else, I aim for her complete satisfaction.

I reach down to play with her c**t in the way I know she likes, while my c**k strokes in and out of her. Her eyes close and she breathes heavier, letting out a soft moan. I sense her o****m approaching, and it makes me more aroused as well. We rock together faster, and I keep up the pressure on her c**t, until she climaxes and tightens around my c**k, which sets me off too. We keep moving as the waves of pleasure roll through us, until we can only hold each other and try to get our breathing under control.

I stroke her hair when it’s over, marveling at the way it shines and curls around my finger. She idly rubs a hand along my arm instead of jumping up and running away. Hmm, I could get used to this.

“What was it like, growing up here?” Olivia asks.

I prop my head under my arm and stare at the ceiling. “I don’t know how to compare it to any other childhood, but it was fine, I suppose. I grew up with a big lawn to run around on, a large lake to swim in, and a library with all the books I could want.”

“Were there any other kids around? Anyone your age?”

“No.”

“That sounds lonely.”

“There were plenty of students on campus to interact with, along with professors. Hilda and Raziel were especially kind, and would spend time with me when my father was busy. Which was often.”

Olivia runs her nails up and down my chest. “What about your mother?”

“She has never been in the picture.”

“No?” Olivia bites her lip. “Can I ask what happened?”

“Nothing happened. My parents had an arrangement, and she fulfilled her part of the deal and moved on.” There’s a bitter taste in my mouth as I say the words. I dislike talking about such things. It’s easier to go about my day without thinking about any of this and keeping it locked away in the back of my mind.