Jess Michaels

by Sin Collection

  “Evelyn,” his voice cut like silk through her fog. “Are you certain? Because once I begin I’ll not ask you ever again. Not tonight. Not until you return home.”

  She looked at him, felt the press of his muscles against her. The warmth of his skin. His scent filled her nostrils. Sandalwood. Pine. And the musk of desire.

  “I want you to be the one, Sin. Please-please give me what you’ve offered. Please.”

  He shut his eyes and muttered something. It may have been “Thank God.” But then he dragged her against him, into his lap and she surrendered to the inevitable.

  Surrendered, finally, to Sin.

  *

  Sin could hardly contain himself as he lifted Evelyn into his lap. He fought to contain his desire, to rein in his strength. This was her first time to have her wants fulfilled by a man. He had to make this experience one she would never forget, one that would have her waking up needy in her bed after their time together was over.

  He pushed aside a sudden, unexpected burst of pain at that thought and cupped her cheeks. He drew her down and took her mouth. It was soft, her lips immediately yielding against his and her tongue as eager to taste him as his own was. God, the things he wanted her to do with that lush mouth.

  But that was for a later time.

  He dragged his lips to her throat. She made a low, plaintive groan as her head dipped back over her shoulders and her fingers clenched against the back of his head. He sucked, nipping and licking the sensitive flesh behind her ear, then lower to where her pulse throbbed wildly at the base of her throat.

  “Stand up,” he whispered.

  To his pleasure, she did not argue or question, just got to her shaky legs and looked down at him. Her expression was filled with anticipation and nervous tension. He reached for her hips and brought her closer, leading her to stand between his sprawled legs. Then he moved his hands to her gown.

  Like in the parlor earlier, he made short work of the buttons that held it in place. But this time when he pulled the fabric from her shoulders, he didn’t allow it to hold around her hips. With a yank, it pooled at her feet and she stood in her thin chemise.

  For a moment, all Sin could do was look at her. A goddess standing before him, trembling, as she waited for his touch. Her nipples thrust rosy pink against the gauzy white cotton. The fabric clung to her slender stomach and pressed against the mound between her legs so that the dark shadow of her pussy was outlined.

  His breath came in short pants as he leaned forward and pressed a wet kiss against her belly. Steamy heat was reflected back from the chemise and a shiver worked through Evelyn that rocked her from head to toe. Her fingers found his hair again and she pushed his head closer, demanding more.

  He gave it willingly, gliding his mouth back and forth across her belly, dipping his tongue into the crevice of her belly button through her chemise.

  “Sin,” she whispered, her back arching helplessly.

  He caught the edge of her chemise at her knees and began to lift, bunching the thin fabric in his hands handful by handful. Evelyn’s legs began to tremble and she grasped at his shoulders as the chemise finally lifted over her stomach, bearing her from the waist down.

  “Very pretty,” he whispered as he looked at the soft curve of her bare hips, the lines of her lithe legs and the mound of her pussy. “You watched the groom kiss your maid here?”

  He accentuated the question by lifting his hand and cupping her between her legs. He felt the heat, the wet need against her thighs and it took every ounce of practiced control to keep from bending her over the nearest piece of sturdy furniture and claiming her.

  Evelyn’s eyes shut. “Oh, oh…”

  “Did you wonder what it felt like?” he asked, using the hand not still clutching her chemise to part her legs a fraction.

  “Yes,” she gasped, her fingers kneading his shoulders. “Yes.”

  He cupped her bare backside and pulled her closer. He could smell the sweet perfume of her desire and it was irresistible. Dipping his head, he pressed a closed mouth kiss against the pouting lips between her thighs.

  “Sin,” she moaned. Her legs shook and her eyes were wild.

  Holding her steady, he opening his mouth and blew a gust of hot breath there. Then he slipped his tongue out and stroked it over the swollen nub of her clit.

  Almost instantly, Evelyn shivered and quaked on the edge of a powerful release. Sin stared up at her, her face flushed, her body trembling. He’d never met such a responsive woman. The things he would do to her. With her. His mind went wild. If just the gentlest of kisses had her on the brink, what would all his other plans do?

  He let her chemise drop and she let out a wail of frustration and need. But before she could argue, he got to his feet and swept her into his arms. At the bed, he set her down, then slipped his fingers beneath the straps of her chemise. With a tug, it fell away and she was naked.

  Sin’s fingers pressed into her arms as he drank in the sight of her. God, he could spend a night just stroking his tongue all over her, imprinting her taste on his mind. Feeling her arch and groan and beg.

  But he needed to take that barrier first. To remove her innocence before he indulged in both their wicked fantasies… indulged in his revenge, though that part of his plan was so faded in the back of his mind that he hardly recalled it.

  Right now his focus was entirely on Evelyn. And the idea of filling her. Claiming her. Changing her irrevocably.

  No other man would ever have what he would take. And that pleased him beyond reason.

  “Get on my bed,” he growled as he began to remove his own clothing.

  She seemed stunned by the order for a moment, but then she turned and climbed up on shaking legs. He admired the round curve of her backside, the flash of her pussy as she turned over. Then she settled back to watch him strip.

  He pulled his shirt away and Evelyn gasped, straightening up to stare at his chest. His cock throbbed, pushed against his trousers, but he left it for the moment.

  “You have seen other men like this?” he said softly.

  She shook her head, still staring at his muscles. “The servants almost always left some clothing on in case they were caught and had to quickly escape. I have only seen naked men in pictures, drawings.”

  He smiled. Another first that he could claim. Then he parted the buttons at the fly of his trousers and let them fall away.

  Her eyes widened at the sight of his jutting, heavy cock. Then she swallowed and he fought the urge to push her lips around him. Not yet.

  “This is your first time to see a fully naked cock, then, as well?” he asked.

  “Yes.” Her voice was hoarse. “I’ve only caught brief glimpses. Yours is large.”

  He smiled. “You will be able to take it, Evelyn, I promise.”

  She nodded as he climbed up beside her.

  “Now-” He rolled on top of her, settling between her legs and letting his cock rest against her thigh. “Let me continue where I left off.”

  She nodded, the action jerky. Her eyes were glazed as his mouth began to move down. First he kissed her and he knew she tasted her own arousal on his lips. She caught his cheeks and returned his kiss with a hunger he’d rarely encountered. The women he bedded were normally experienced. Mistresses who were enthusiastic, but not needy. Not desperate when he touched them.

  Evelyn had been waiting a long time for this moment. Her body wept for it. He would make it weep all the more.

  He broke away from her lips and moved lower, licking and sucking until he found her breasts. He cupped them, creating a valley between them that he laved with his tongue. She moaned and her back arched. He felt the heat, the wetness between her legs nudging his stomach and his erection became even harder.

  He continued to nibble the side of her breast, then found her nipple. Pink and hard as he stroked it, sucked it.

  Evelyn sobbed. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Tears of relief and need. He matched the action with the opposite nipple. Yes,
he would have a very good time pleasuring her like this in the future. She was so easily pleased that he wondered if he could give her release just from suckling her.

  What a challenge it would be to find out.

  He let his fingers trail downward, stroke across the outer lips of her cunt, part her. Her breathing was so harsh that he let his stare come back up.

  “Relax, Evelyn. It will happen, I promise.”

  “I’ve never,” she moaned. “Never felt so full, so ready. I need, I need-”

  “I know.” He flattened the pad of his thumb against her clit. “You need this.”

  He stroked her once, twice and her body began to shake and shiver with release. She let out a cry, long and low and needy as her hips arched up.

  He continued to stroke the bud of her pleasure, prolonging the pleasure of her orgasm as he got to his knees and positioned himself at her wet, clenching pussy. Then, he parted her open wide and began to push forward.

  Chapter Three

  Evelyn groaned. Her body was still throbbing from the kind of release she’d only experienced at her own hands in the past, but never with such intensity as this, with such focused power. Yet, Sin was taking her to new heights even as she trembled under his skilled touch.

  His cock was filling her. And it was wonderful. Every nerve inside her clenching channel was awakened. She felt full and powerful and feminine as he pushed in, inch by inch. Then he stopped. She knew why. He had reached her barrier.

  “This will hurt,” he whispered. “But I will try to make it as painless as I can.”

  She nodded, spreading her legs wider and readying herself for a blinding pain. He rocked forward with a short thrust and the one thing separating her from innocence and debauchery was gone. The ache was sharp, but short lived as Sin filled her completely, then leaned forward to rest on his elbows.

  She put her arms around him. Now she was his. It had been done.

  “I want to move, Evie.” He groaned and she realized the waiting was as difficult for him as it was for her. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, pressing a kiss against his bare shoulder. The muscles rippled beneath her lips.

  His hips tilted and her body came to life again. Just like when he had pressed his tongue to her or touched her with his fingers, the glide of his cock inside her, against her, made her body sing with desire and pleasure. She found her hips lifting, just as she had watched the servant women lift their hips to meet the thrusts of their partners. Now she understood why. This was bliss. And she never wanted it to end.

  Sin cupped her backside, lifting her, holding her as he swirled his hips, stroked her closer and closer to a new edge of completion. And then, she was falling. The bubble of pleasure exploded and her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock, demanding more and more from him.

  He met those demands with eager thrusts, ones that were becoming erratic, out of control. Then he bent his neck back and let out a roar of release. It melded with her own cries, her own pleasure as his hot release pumped into her body and filled her.

  She shivered as he let his body relax over her, only just holding himself away on his elbows. He pressed a gentle kiss against the crease where her shoulder and neck met, then another higher up along her jaw. She turned her face toward his and met his lips.

  After the high passion of the experience they had just shared, she was surprised by the gentleness of Sin’s kiss. Like he was savoring her, reveling in her. It brought tears to her eyes. When he pulled away, he looked down at her. There was a moment where he almost looked stunned, then he gave her a tight smile.

  “Did I cause you much pain?” he asked as he rolled away from her. She reached for him, but he was already getting out of the bed.

  She shook her head as she propped herself up to watch him dress. Seeing all those cords of muscle disappear back under his clothing was disappointing.

  “Not much.”

  He nodded. “Good. I will have a maid draw you a bath. A soak will help ease whatever soreness remains.”

  She sat up fully. “Are you going?”

  He smiled as he leaned over to press another kiss on her lips. “I am. But only for a short while.”

  Her lips parted as a rush of disappointment wracked her. “Why?”

  “Evelyn, I promised you an education. Now is the time for that to begin. I have arrangements to make. Plans to put in motion.” He reached out to cup her cheek. “But I will return shortly. In the meantime, settle into this room. Relax after your long journey here.”

  She nodded slowly, blinking back the sting of tears as he strode out of the room and left her alone.

  And wondering if he had already bored of her and what she had done to displease him.

  *

  Sin leaned back on his chamber door, struggling for breath. He had known taking Evelyn’s innocence would be a pleasurable experience. He hadn’t expected it to be so powerful. So overwhelming. So emotional.

  Sin was never emotional. Not with a woman. Yet Evie had inspired more than just lust as he held her, touched her. She made him feel protective. Her vulnerability had opened him to her. And now he was stunned by the reaction.

  Straightening up, he started down the hallway. There was no going back now. Even if he wanted to, he had taken her innocence. And he had promised her so much more in return. He just hadn’t expected she had so much to give.

  There was nothing to do but go forward with his plans and with her fantasies.

  He would just have to be careful not to let any further tenderness or emotions slip in.

  “Fulton,” he called as he entered his private office.

  The butler materialized with a bow. “Yes, sir?”

  “Wilson and Archibald are in the pub in the village awaiting my word. I want to send a message to them. Have them come to the house tomorrow morning before luncheon.”

  Fulton gave a nod. “Of course, sir. I will have a message sent before the night is over.”

  As the butler left, Sin sighed. The two men were some of his best friends. And they would certainly help him maintain some distance. Clearly he needed that if he was going to complete the plans he’d so carefully laid out.

  *

  Evelyn opened her eyes but only a bustling maid greeted her. The girl bobbed out a quick nod and went back to smoothing a few wrinkles from Evelyn’s gown.

  Slowly, she sat up, feeling an ache in every muscle of her body. But it was a delicious ache, one born of passion and fantasies fulfilled after so long. She pulled the sheet up higher over her bare breasts with a blush as she realized that the maid was looking at her from the corner of her eye.

  Dear Lord, the entire household must already be aware of what she had done. That she had come here and utterly submitted to Sin’s demands.

  And judging from the cheerful, utterly at ease manner in which the girl did her work, that wasn’t out of the ordinary.

  Another blush darkened Evelyn’s cheeks, but this time it was one born from jealousy. How many other women had Sin had? A hundred? More? No wonder he had left just moments after he took her virginity. Likely he’d been bored by their encounter.

  Except, he had returned a few hours later, waking her from restless sleep with hard, demanding kisses and long, lush strokes of his cock deep inside her tender body. Awaking fully to the rush of an orgasm was something she would never forget.

  And something she wondered if she would repeat? Sin had her for ten days as repayment… but since he’d slipped out of bed long before she woke, since he hadn’t really spoken to her since making love to her, would he want her for that long?

  “Good morning, my lady,” the girl said as she turned from her work. “Mr. Sinclair sent me to help you dress. I’ll be taking care of you while you stay here.”

  Evelyn tilted her head. “You will?”

  “Yes.” She smiled. “I’m Helen. Why don’t you get up and we’ll dress you. Mr. Sinclair is waiting for you in the breakfast room downstairs.”

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bsp; Evelyn stiffened. He was waiting for her. What would she say, how would she act now that he knew her in the most intimate way possible? Would things be awkward, different?

  And most of all, would he even look at her now that he had taken the thing most ladies protected above all else?

  “I-I am not wearing anything,” she whispered, heat flooding her cheeks.

  Helen smiled. “Of course you aren’t. You needn’t be shy about that. Come on, step out of the bed. There is already a bath waiting for you.”

  Evie looked in surprise across the room to where a claw footed tub rested. It had been hidden behind a screen in the corner and was now revealed. Clearly, she had been sleeping soundly not to hear the filling of the tub.

  But hot water and clean soap sounded heavenly. So she set aside whatever modesty she had left and got out of the bed. Helen’s eyes swept over her once, then she followed Evelyn to the tub. She took her hand and helped her in, then returned to fussing over Evie’s dress as she settled into the steaming water.

  “The warmth will help the soreness,” Helen offered as she crossed over to hand Evelyn a washcloth and bar of soap.

  Evelyn dipped her chin. The servants did know! And this maid had the gall to point out that she had given herself to Sin the night before. Not that the stained sheets wouldn’t have given her away later.

  “Your gowns are very pretty, Lady Evelyn,” the young woman said as she laid one across the bed.

  “Thank you,” Evelyn said as she began to wash herself. There was no use trying to hide now. If the household knew of her wanton surrender, there was nothing she could do about it. And she didn’t regret it. Even now, just thinking of Sin’s hands on her, his mouth on her, his cock spearing her, sent shivers of pleasure through her. Ones that washed away her soreness more than a hundred hot baths and replaced it with the dull throb of need. A need that seemed to focus at the harsh peaks of her nipples and the tingling nub of her clit.