help—” Sienna stopped herself before she could ask him if he could help her out of her situation.
Allowing a man to help her out when she was in need was one of the reasons she was currently stuck in a situation she didn’t have a clue in hell how to get out of.
Damn, what the hell was she thinking?
She would figure it all out, by herself. Rely on no one but herself, and she’d avoid getting hurt.
“Help what?”
Sienna said nothing. No, it was best to stop all thoughts that she’d found her knight in shining armor. She’d given up believing in fairy tales a long time ago.
She decided to stop herself from wanting something she’d never get and enjoy the moment for what it was. To forget who and what she was, and glory in the feel of him, of catering to her sexual needs instead.
Nothing more, nothing less.
To want anything more—to dream that he could help her, be her prince storming the castle and bringing down the dragon—was a setup for heartache.
“Did you enjoy the way I loved you?” Mac abruptly changed topics.
He wanted to press the issue, wanted her to trust him enough to unload her burden, burdens he knew she carried like deadweight.
But he’d wait.
He had every confidence he’d gain her trust before the weekend was over. He planned on keeping her, beneath him, for the next forty-eight hours, until he made sure that happened.
He brought her close and kissed her, grinning in satisfaction against the warm hollow behind her ear when he felt the small goose bumps rise against his mouth.
“Ummm, yes,” she whispered.
“Do you want more?” He gently tugged her head in order to see her face.
The light of the moon cast a shadow on her face, one side darkly shadowed, the other illuminated, giving her the look of a harlequin.
It was like seeing two sides of the same woman, mirroring the two sides of her personality: the open, hedonistic woman who stripped and danced in a seedy club, and the thoughtful one who was shy, unsure of herself, yet held a quiet dignity.
Sin was an enigma.
She held secrets and he found himself more intrigued by her, the longer he was with her. Before the night was over, he was determined to ferret out her closely held secrets.
“Yes,” she answered, her eyes trained on his.
He captured one of her perfect nipples in his mouth, tugging on it, laving it with his tongue before releasing it to swallow her sweet moan of delight.
Mac blindly reached behind him and retrieved a second condom from the nightstand table.
Releasing her lips, but keeping his eyes trained on hers, he ripped the foil with his teeth and sheathed himself.
He pulled her into a straddling position over his body and lowered her down onto his throbbing dick. He carefully pushed past the swollen lips of her labia until he was fully embedded inside her tight, slick walls.
“Good, because I’m not done with you yet.” Mac grasped her hips, steadying her for the ride.
After she adjusted her body around the tight fit of him deep inside, he allowed her to set the pace.
In the moonlit room, he stared up at her, watching the play of emotions on her face, her moans of passion, the way she closed her eyes, lips partially opened, lost in the feel of their bodies joined.
His balls grew heavy, tingling.
Damn. He could come just from looking at her ride him. His jaw tightened as he mentally tried to gain control.
Her slick walls clamped down on him, her cream saturated his shaft as she moved.
She bounced and rolled her ass, gyrating along his dick, making him lose his mind.
“God, you feel good! So damn tight. So juicy.” His hands grasped her hips tightly.
“You feel just as good. Hard and thick.” She was panting. “I can barely move.”
“You’re doing a damn good job.” He laughed roughly.
A sensual smile graced her full lips while she rode him. Her moves were at first careful, painfully slow.
Light strokes of slick heat massaged his shaft. Her inner walls gripped him, milking him.
Like a thousand feathers caressing his dick.
Sweat broke out on Mac’s forehead.
He sat up, grabbed her round, firm buttocks, and ground their bodies together, smashing his pelvis against hers, stroking into her heat in hard-driving thrusts.
She cried out, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rotated her hips, fucking him as desperately as he fucked her. Mac felt the tingling sensation of his cum swelling his balls.
His climax was close, building to a crescendo, one he couldn’t hold back for much longer. He didn’t want to come without her, though.
He inserted his hand between their bodies, found the hard nub of her clit, and used her own sweet juices to spread over the blood-filled nub.
He lightly pinched her plump clit, massaged her steadily, and covered her mouth with his. He kissed her as he rocked into her, back and forth like a seesaw, while plunging his tongue deep into her mouth, stroking her all the way to the back of her throat.
She snatched her mouth away from his, flung her head back, and screamed. Her body jerked in hard spasms as she came, and Mac was finally able to surrender to the pleasure her body had given his.
Violent pleasure washed over him, completely destroying him—leaving him open, vulnerable, for a small space in time. Even as he released deep inside her, he felt both renewed and annihilated by their physical bond.
Once he’d completed his orgasm, he fell back on the bed, taking her with him.
Her groan was a mixture between a satisfied sigh and soft laugh. “That was amazing.”
Her head lolled off his chest, landing on a pillow beside his head, her soft breasts cushioning his chest.
She reached over and pressed a kiss directly to the center of his chest, above his heart.
“Thank you,” she whispered, placing her hand where she’d kissed him.
Mac’s gaze fell on her face. She looked relaxed. Young and innocent.
Her passion-reddened full lips were softly parted, light breaths of air whispering against the top of his arms. Her eyes were closed, the thick lashes fanning her cheeks. So innocent.
Mac stared up at the ceiling, gathered her close, and allowed the moment to overtake him. Closing his
