Chapter 88: Come to you

ANNALISE'S POV.

My chest heaved as soon as Sin opened the door to the room. I felt my breath stop in my throat, my eyes slowly averting his. I slowly moved even closer to him, my fingers tightening around him, my eyes closing as I tried my best to keep my composure.

I hadn't intended to say it that way. I hadn't intended to be so blunt, to own up to the fact that this had become more than a contract for me.

Despite all of that, seeing his eyes after I had confessed, seeing how he looked at me, how his fingers tightened around my thighs, and the pure red color of desire that filled his dark orbs. It felt worth it.

I had no regrets, but hell, I wanted to sink into the ground. I wasn't sure what he would do or say now that he knew how I felt for sure. I chuckled to myself, then shook my head.

Within two days, I went from being completely unsure and yearning to know how he tasted to feeling the burst of his flavors on my lips every time I dared to close my eyes, to being in his arms, to knowing he desired me the same way I desired him.

"Is the idea of a bath that thrilling?"

My eyes widened, but I did not have enough time to process it when my back suddenly hit the bed, and I turned, my eyes meeting his. My lips parted, and my heart beat itself into oblivion.

"Sin."

He moved, so he was hovering directly above me, his body hot against mine, his hair falling elegantly over his eyes so it cast his already dark eyes in an even darker light.

It made me want to commit the most vile sins known to man. It made me want to wreck my dignity and set it on the table for him to devour.

"If a bath excites you this much..." He slowly lowered to me as his voice trailed off, and I swear I could feel my soul leaving me. "Wait till I tell you about showers. Or bathroom floors. Or... beds."

"Sin!" I said, pushing him away lightly.

He broke into a laugh, then moved away from me, his canines exposed from his rather evil laugh.

"You are so cute, Annalise. It does things to my blood."

I swallowed hard. "What?"

He met my eyes, and for a long while, he simply stared at me. I thought he would lean into me. Something. But he gave a small smile as he stood up.

I watched, in a trance, as he pulled the sleeves of his shirt, revealing the large protruding veins inhabiting the space right under his skin. It was both so beautifully hot and a source of envy at the same time, and I have never wanted to be on my knees for something and yet exchange places with it like I did this.

"I will prepare your bath," he said instead of answering my question, and with a small chuckle, turned away to the bathroom.

I watched his back till he disappeared completely, and my hand came above my chest as I struggled to breathe again. It was almost impossible to recover, however, as I was still within Sin's vicinity, his scent, his essence clouding around me.

Like a fool, I slowly buried my face into one of the pillows, squealing like a sixteen-year-old who just got a proposal from her crush.

Come to think of it, I never did get any of those since I was mostly the strange girl in high school before the incident happened. I sighed, my eyes slowly blinking.

Sin. All of him. Fucking hell.

I sat up again, fixing myself up and pushing my fingers through my hair. I watched the path that led to the bathroom anxiously, my heart beating loudly in my chest.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps, and I held my breath again, my chest heaving hard. I sucked my lips in, waiting for when he would emerge.

Slowly, he did. He was still wearing his clothes, but his hands were wet, and his hair was slightly damp, like he had run his wet fingers through his hair.

It felt like seeing him for the first time. Like seeing him straight out of a dream. Out of a fairytale. It felt like being revived again.

Slowly, I stood up, my fingers clenched on either side of me. My lips parted as I took him in. He looked natural, completely beautiful in his bare masculinity, his perfection embedded in his very person.

I took slow steps towards him, and he watched me keenly, his eyes thin and dark. My fingers rested on the small bridge made by the open button of his shirt, and I let my fingers rest on the soft material of his shirt.

"When will you let me be the one to come to you?"

I met his eyes, and my fingers slowly moved away from his shirt and flattened against his chest, my heartbeat increasing pace as I felt his warm skim under my fingers.

My eyes dropped to follow the path my fingers took, from just below his chest, to right above his heartbeat, and then the curve of his neck.

"Whenever you want to, Sin."

His fingers came beneath my chin, and I had no option but to meet his eyes.

"I can come to you whenever I want to?"

I nodded, biting down on my lips. Even though the biting was instinctive, I loved how his eyes immediately went down to them, drinking me in. I have spent my life completely unaware of how much power lips could hold.

"How about now?" He asked in a dark, husky whisper. The sort of whisper you would expect to hear in the most delightful of wet dreams.

"Now?"

"What if I want to come to you now?"

My lips parted to say something, but before I could, his fingers lifted my chin higher, and he leaned to me, taking my lips between his.

I felt my knees immediately turn to mush, my body heating up in forbidden fires. My hands finished their journey to rest around his neck, my back arching into him submissively.

He moved his head slowly, and his fingers dropped to my neck, keeping me grounded to him, his lips pushing me through the pearly gates of heaven.