Chapter 89 - Yours. Mine.

I wasn't sure who initiated it. Maybe I pushed hard, maybe Sin wanted to cover the distance, but soon enough, I felt his fingers trace up my thigh as my back hit the wall. The strong scent of the lavender bath bombs hit my nose, and I realized we had left the room to be in the bathroom. Fuck.

He raised my thigh to be at an angle with his waist till I could wrap my legs around his waist till I was closer to his height. He kissed me like this was the last time he would get to, his tongue and mine dancing to the same tune I believed Satan would love to dance to. Or at least, one of the seven deadly sins. You know which.

Suddenly, he moved, and I felt his fingers under nothing thighs, keeping me up and around him, my fingers wrapped around his neck. My fingers sometimes strolled to feel the silky freshness of his hair and then back to his skin again.

Suddenly, water splashed all around me, my hair dampening, my clothes immediately sticking to my skin. I let out a small gasp and a laugh as my eyes opened, and I looked around.

We were in the massive round bath, and I, like a sacrifice, was lying right in the middle of it. My hair fell around my face, my chest, my neck, and my back, while my dress, already loose, was up above my thigh now, in wet folds.

I turned, and Sin was standing above me, a small smile dancing on his lips, his eyes darker than ever. He looked exactly like the devil before his sacrifice. Like a demon before blood.

Slowly, he leaned to me, his eyes roaming down my body, his lips slightly parting in the most seductive of ways. Gently, he reached for a strand of my hair, then pushed it back before reaching my neck to do the same.

I wasn't sure why he was doing it, but the slow movement of his fingers, the way he watched me like I was prey, the submission he instilled in the bones of a woman who had lived her entire life on the streets, it only set my confession in stone.

"Let's get you clean, princess."

I let out a small, shaky breath. "Are you doing it?"

He gave a laugh, then pulled away again. I wasn't sure if he knew, but his pulling away, his withdrawal, it was what made me even hungrier. I did hope he was as hungry for me, too.

I leaned back in the bath, my eyes closing, my chest heaving. I could hear the sound of his footsteps, and that alone kept me on my toes so much.

I heard his footsteps again, but I chose to keep my eyes closed and wait, my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

His footsteps stopped around the side of the bathtub before I felt his fingers dig into my hair. With his fingers came a cool liquid that smelled of strawberry.

My lips parted in a small gasp, and I heard him chuckle behind me.

His fingers moved skillfully around my hair and scalp, and it was both relaxing and extremely nerve-wracking. The sort of thing that turned me on like a fucking light switch and calmed me down like I was in a field of dandelions.

My eyes slowly opened, and I instantly regretted not doing it much earlier. Sin was shirtless, and since he was leaning from behind me, I could see his neck, his chin, the mop of his hair, the masculine edges of his chest.

His chain dangled slightly below, and I reached for it, a smile lifting my lips.

"If anyone had told me that Sin would be here, washing my hair, I would have sent them to get therapy."

Sin gave a small laugh, and he moved, so his eyes met mine. My eyes, however, lowered to his lips instead as the position put his lips in my line of sight.

"I don't think you will have a lot of credibility to your name from now on."

I burst into a laugh, shaking my head. "That feels good, Sin."

His fingers gently continued to massage my scalp. "Be vocal about what makes you feel good, and I will be better at it."

"You are treating me like some little princess."

"You are a little princess," he said, kissing my forehead. "My little princess."

I tugged at his chain, and he looked up to meet my eyes. "What if I don't want to be a princess?"

His eyes narrowed a bit. "What do you want to be called?"

My lips parted, and I felt heat rise up my cheeks. My eyes lowered, and I moved my legs in the water, my dress falling away with the subtle waves.

"Yours."

He raised a brow. "What?"

I swallowed, biting down on my lips. "I want to be called yours. Is that something you can do?"

He leaned back, and I wondered if I had done something. If I had gone out of line. If I had pushed too hard. I wondered if he didn't want to go that far yet, if he wanted to take things slower than I was.

My eyes closed, and I felt my anxiety heighten with each minute he wasn't anywhere around me. I shouldn't have said anything, but I have and now...

I suddenly felt Sin's hand around my neck. It was gentle, firm, assertive, and he slowly pulled me to sit in the bath. My eyes widened as I watched him. He was now as wet as I was, his eyes dark with a determination that sparked electricity in my spine.

"Sin, I..."

"Bold of you, Annalise, to believe you don't belong to me already."

My eyes closed as he pulled me further, and my head slowly went back, as his lips gently came to my throat, his fingers moving to let him have space.

"I was going to take it slow with imprinting it on your skin, but glad we are on the same page, sweetheart."

Fuck.