“Not even close.” He croons, crawling up my body to kiss me. It’s a rather chaste kiss, given the things he’s been doing to me, but when he pulls back he cups my cheek in his hand, his hungry gaze boring into me so intensely I want to look away. “I won’t give you more than you can take Ella, but we can always pause if you’re overwhelmed.” He reminds me. “You’re safe, and I love you, just keep the bond open.”
I nod, and Sinclair kisses me again, this time taking the time to explore my mouth with his talented tongue. He extracts kiss after kiss from my lips, and I get lost in the feeling of our lips dancing, our breath mingling. I’m drunk on the taste of him, already wondering how long I’ll have to wait before he claims me fully. Sinclair chuckles in response, kissing his way down my neck a
