SINFULLY YOURS

Chapter 67: Chapter 67. Holy Fuck

Chapter 67. Holy Fuck

Her grip on his shirt was tight. The creases it made felt like a powerful hook wrapped around him, tugging him closer and closer.

What the fuck is going on right now? he thought to himself. He could feel her warm breath sweeping over his face as he stared into her wide, hazy eyes. Seeing the way she looked at him, her eyelids fluttering at intervals, he opened his mouth, but he could barely get any words out.

”Please don’t go,” she murmured softly, her grip tightening even more. Her fingers remained locked around his right wrist, keeping his palm pressed firmly against her left breast.

The sensation, the warmth, the sheer softness of her body in his palm sent an electric shock vibrating through him.

You are truly a pervert, Don, he thought, his own eyelids fluttering out of control. He stared at her in a daze for a second before blinking rapidly.

What the heck is she doing?

He let out a breathless chuckle and tried to pull away, but her grip on him only tightened. Her strength was nothing compared to what he had expected—it felt insistent, desperate. He could see her hand trembling against his in a fierce bid to keep him pressed against her. She didn’t let go.

He frowned. Something about the way she held him made him falter. Her physical strength was pale in comparison to his; he could easily shove her away and push himself up, but something in her touch forced him to stay. He stared at her in complete confusion.

What the hell is going on in her mind right now?

He closed his eyes and breathed out. Focus, Don, he told himself. Focus Don.

Yet he felt the fullness of her breast against his palm, and their cheeks brushed together.

This is not helping, he thought.

Focus. Pull away. Fucking pull away from this madness, Don.

She wasn’t in her right senses. He knew who she was—she was the type who always felt embarrassed over things like this. She wasn’t herself right now. Her subconsciousness was bleeding together with the present, and that had to be the reason.

Totally not a good sign.

He snapped his eyes open, staring straight into her gaze. He took in the haze, the warm softness, and the sheer pleading in her eyes.

Pleading with him for what? What did she want him to do? He shook his head quickly.

Good Lord. A sudden, intense ache overwhelmed him. Blood rushed through his body, surging straight toward his groin, tugging at his nerves and making him bite his lip furiously. It had been so long since he had felt a desire this intense, raging, and powerful. He felt himself hardening, slowly brushing against her skin, and his mind drifted for a second as he began to pant, his breathing heavy and ragged.

Absolutely ridiculous. I’m going to lose myself, he thought. He tried to pull away again, struggling to free his hand from her chest.

”Please...” her broken voice rasped into his ear.

He froze.

He turned his head to look at her directly. She was staring back at him now, intensely, as if she meant every single word. Her lips trembled.

”Please... just stay with me,” she said, panting, her chest heaving against his hand.

The look in her eyes was not helping.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Her other arm suddenly reached for his shirt, wrapping around his neck and pulling him down even further, bringing him so close that he could feel his nose touching hers. His eyes widened again. Every drop of blood in his body pulsed with extreme intensity. His entire frame felt on fire. He felt everything now—the warm curves of her body pressed flush against his.

He tilted his head to the side. Oh God, help me. I am gonna die, he thought.

A sudden, overwhelming warmth filled his chest. He turned to face her again and saw tears trickling out of her eyes. That made him pause. Why the hell was she crying?

The sight of her weeping and staring at him so pleadingly triggered a flash in his mind—a sudden memory breaking through the surface. He closed his eyes and breathed out. This was nothing new. It was exactly like the last time, and that realization only made the situation harder to bear.

He gnashed his teeth, staring straight into her eyes. She didn’t let him go. She wanted him there, and he could see it clearly. There were no two ways about it. Her inner consciousness was slowly drifting out. But how? Why? What could have happened to trigger this? Everything was happening too fast, driving him insane, but at the same time, he didn’t have the strength to fight her anymore.

Breathing out, he lifted his left hand and slowly, gently pulled her arm away from his neck to free himself. He pushed himself up, giving his body some much-needed space. He closed his eyes, letting out a soft breath, and looked back down at her. He saw the desperation in her face, the way she was silently crying, begging him to hold her.

His expression softened, his brow furrowing slightly. ”It’s okay,” he said softly.

He lifted his left thumb, tracing it along her cheek to wipe away a falling tear. He managed a small smile. ”I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

Her lips closed, and relief washed over her eyes. She slowly nodded her head.

He chuckled under his breath. ”Goodness me, what the hell am I going to do with you?” he murmured.

Unable to resist any longer, he shifted and lay down beside her. Her eyes followed his every move, tracking him as if to ensure he would fulfill his promise and not run away the moment she looked away.

Once settled, he stretched his left arm underneath her head, letting her rest against his shoulder. She adjusted, moving closer to get comfortable against his side.

The sheer proximity was killing him. Holy fuck, he thought, his eyelids fluttering. What the hell is she doing?

One detail caught his attention: her hand still hadn’t left his right wrist. She was still holding his palm pressed firmly against her left breast.

”Aren’t you going to let go of my hand?” he asked softly.

She stared at him in a daze, her eyelids blinking softly, and slowly shook her head.

His lips parted in disbelief. Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me, he thought. He tried to pull his hand away, but her grip instantly tightened.

”Please,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

”Why? Why do you want my hand there?” he asked, feeling heat surge straight to his brain. It was overwhelming.

It was a stupid moment.

She offered a faint smile and pulled him even closer, shifting her fingers from his wrist to the back of his hand. She wrapped her fingers around his palm and pressed it harder against her left breast.

”I don’t know,” she whispered. ”It feels so warm and nice there.”

His eyes widened. Okay, she is definitely drunk on her subconscious, he thought, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. He tilted his head to the side, completely speechless. He looked back at her.

”It’s okay,” she whispered softly.

Her big, dark brown eyes peered straight into his face with a helpless cuteness that made him freeze. Oh, fucking Lord, he thought, his breathing suddenly shallow.

”Just stay like this for a little bit,” she whispered.

She nestled closer until her face was buried directly against his neck, snuggling up to him, her body pressed tight against his. His mind was set on fire. He felt her warm breath against the pulse points of his throat. He froze, his eyes wide, staring at the wall behind her as he blinked rapidly.

Oh, fuck me, Lord, he thought.

His body began to shake, a cold sweat breaking out across his skin. It was taking every ounce of willpower in his being to restrain himself from doing what her body was driving him to do. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

Do not be a pervert, Don. You can control yourself, he told himself. Yes, you can do it.

He pressed his lips together, exhaling as heavily as he could to force himself to stay still. He slowly tilted his head down to look at her, taking in the way she kept herself snuggled flush against him.

He chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head slightly. Good Lord, I have missed this so much, he thought.

It would be so easy to hold her in his arms right now, to take off her clothes, to make her cry out his name just like the last time.

But I can’t. This is killing me, he groaned internally, angling his head backward before turning to look down at her in pure frustration.

All of a sudden, she lifted her left leg. His eyes widened.

Okay, what the—

Before he could finish the thought, her leg wrapped around his waist, hooking him tight, pulling him closer until he was trapped against her. His groin pressed directly against her heat.

His eyes widened in absolute shock.

What the holy fuck?