Isle of Sin: A Standalone Dark Romance
Isle of Sin: Chapter 28

Normally, I would tell a sub to hold the headboard while I destroyed her with my hands and my mouth. I’d even consider some breath play.

But not with Adalyn.

She deserved to be cherished. So I slid inside her instead, allowing her to feel me, to embrace me, to know me.

Her legs automatically wrapped around my waist, her ankles clasping behind my back, her body hugging mine entirely.

Because this was the tenderness she required right now.

She wanted to know what it was like to be respected and cared for in the bedroom, not used.

So I showed her with my hips, my mouth, and my tongue. I cupped her cheek, my opposite hand going to her breast, where my thumb stroked her nipple.

Her inner walls clamped down around me as she lifted her hips to meet mine, our pace slow, erotic, intense, and so tenderly thorough.

Something about it felt even more powerful than a fierce fuck.

Perhaps because I could feel every inch of her, sense her heartbeat, and hear her soft sighs.

Slow seemed to work for us. At least while she acclimated to my length and size.

But it soon turned more heated. Passionate. Her arms loosened, her fingers threading through my hair to tighten her hold against me as her opposite hand went to my nape.

Her nails bit into my skin as she squeezed.

“You want more, darling?” I asked against her mouth.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Fuck me, Mr. Sinner.”

“How hard?” I thrust into her, giving her an introduction to my power. “This hard?” I inquired. Then I pulled out all the way to the tip and slammed into her, drawing a scream from her throat. “Or that hard?”

“That hard,” she said on a pant. “Oh, definitely that.”

So it seemed she wanted a little pain.

The darkness inside me pulsated, approving of the request.

“All right, sweetheart. You know your safeword. Tell me if I need to slow down.”

She shook her head, then nodded. “Yes. Harder. Harder, Sir. Please, harder.”

I lowered my hand away from her breast to grab her hip. Then I angled her up on the bed where I wanted her and drove into her.

Another of those beautiful sounds left her. “Keep screaming for me, sweetheart,” I said, wanting her to drown me in her cries of pleasure.

Her nails bit into my neck again, causing me to release her cheek and grab her wrist. I pulled it over her head, then caught her other hand to gather them both beneath my palm, and restrained her against the bed.

Her lashes parted, her dark eyes immediately replaceing mine.

A small note of panic flared.

“Who is inside you right now, Adalyn?” I demanded. “Tell me who is fucking you.”

“My Sir,” she said, some of that panic disappearing.

“And you want me to fuck you hard, right?”

“Hard, yes,” she whispered. “Harder.”

“Good girl.” I drew my nose against hers. “Now scream again for me, darling. Scream so everyone knows I’m fucking you.”

She didn’t disappoint, her voice going hoarse as she gave me everything.

I would owe her all the water and aftercare in the world after this, and fuck, I couldn’t wait. I wanted to hold her. Cherish her. Kiss her until she passed out.

Only to wake her with an orgasm between her thighs.

Just thinking about it had me nearly there, my need for her an overwhelming addiction that threatened my control.

But I needed her to come again.

To fall apart.

To lose herself entirely.

I pivoted my hips in a way that stroked her clit, my eyes on hers as she started to shake. She was no longer screaming, but mouthing “Sir” on repeat.

“That’s it, Adalyn,” I encouraged her. “Tumble into oblivion for me, sweetheart. And take me over that cliff with you.” I pressed my mouth to hers, soothing her tongue with my own as I continued to fuck her into the bed.

She quivered harshly in response, her legs tightening around me as though she needed to hold on.

“Come for me,” I told her. “Clench my cock with your pussy, force me to follow you.”

She moaned, the sound more of a vibration than a noise. Poor darling had screamed herself into a hoarse state.

I adored her for it.

Because she’d obeyed me. She’d submitted. And yet she’d chosen me for this task, too.

She desired me.

I thanked her with a kiss, pouring all my gratitude into her without words as I continued to give her what she desired. Her legs froze against mine, her hands tensing beneath my palm.

And then she shattered so wonderfully, so completely, that I couldn’t stop myself from chasing her into that orgasmic state.

“Fuck, Adalyn,” I groaned, her pussy squeezing me so damn tightly I could barely move.

Next time, I had to go bare.

Because Jesus.

She felt so damn good. So perfect. So incredible.

It left me shaking above her, my body nowhere near satisfied. I wanted more. I wanted to fuck her again. Right now.

Which was insane.

I could prolong a scene, enjoy two climaxes throughout the session, but Adalyn… she made me feel like I could come again right fucking now.

I buried my head in her neck as I tried to gather my self-control, to pull myself from the seductive haven between her thighs. Fuck.

“Can I taste you now?” Adalyn asked, her voice a whisper that sounded almost pained. “Please?”

I pulled away from her throat to replace her staring up at me with stars in her eyes.

She wasn’t lost to her sub state yet, but still in the scene, still wanting to please.

The woman is a goddamn deity.

Which I already knew. She was a goddess. An Aphrodite in my bed with a stamina that shouldn’t be possible.

Yet she’d been trained for this.

A fact I really did not want to consider right now, not with her looking up at me like that.

“Is that what you want?” I asked her, trying to ensure that this was what she truly desired and not just some post-sex ritual she’d been taught to perform.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice a rasp of sound. “I want to taste you like you tasted me.”

My dick throbbed, ready to come again from her words alone. And from the delicious fluttering sensations of her cunt.

“I need you to drink some water first,” I told her. “Drink all of it for me, and I’ll let you suck my cock.”

She swallowed, her resulting flinch telling me my demand was necessary.

She needed hydration. She needed aftercare. While I could push her limits, I wouldn’t do it like this. Not after everything she’d been through.

“Okay,” she finally replied.

I praised her with a kiss, then slowly slid out of her. She watched as I moved, her gaze going to my groin, her tongue tracing her lower lip.

Any other day, and I would consider unloading the contents of the condom right into that thirsty mouth.

But she needed affection.

She needed to heal.

So I disposed of the condom in the bathroom and filled up a glass of chilled water for her.

Her expression held that note of fear in it again when I returned, her gaze running over my naked body as I approached the bed. She shifted slowly to sit up, her movements betraying another wince.

“What hurts?” I asked as I sat next to her with the glass of water.

She took it from me to begin swallowing before replying, “My side.”

I gently ran my knuckles along her rib cage. “Here?”

Her throat bobbed as she nodded. “He… he kicked me.”

I leaned down to run my lips along the bruises of the side closest to me before moving up to her neck. She remained utterly still while I kissed her, the water frozen in her hand. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” I said against her ear. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

Her dark eyes met mine as I settled once more beside her. “You weren’t there?” she echoed.

“I was at the airport with my sister,” I reminded her. “Bryant called me to tell me what had happened. I came straight to you and carried you back here. Then the doctor watched over you while I handled Brevington. He’s gone.”

It seemed important to reiterate that fact, to ensure she understood what it meant.

You’re safe, I was telling her. You’re safe with me.

But I’d broken her faith.

I’d failed her.

And it was going to take time to restore that trust.

“My safeword… worked?”

Her question suggested she was finally processing and believing what I’d told her.

“Yeah, sweetheart. My security team handled the issue. I only wish they’d been faster.”

“Did he…?” She glanced down, swallowing.

“He choked you,” I told her. “From what Doctor Zansky said, your throat and ribs are your only injuries. Nothing is broken. And Brevington didn’t fuck you.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay?” I repeated. “It’s not okay, Adalyn. What he did is the opposite of okay. But I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that never happens again.”

Her dark orbs flickered with uncertainty, but rather than reply, she finished her water.

“Do you want more?” I asked her.

She dipped her chin a little. “Yes, please.”

I gave her a kiss. “Thank you for being honest, Adalyn.”

I went to the bathroom and refilled the glass and found her yawning when I returned.

Our scene hadn’t been as intense as a normal one would be. But it’d clearly added to her already exhausted state.

I gave her the water and sat beside her again while she drank it in silence.

When she finished, she sighed. “I… I’m not sure…” She trailed off, her nostrils flaring.

This was what we needed to work on.

Her body was done for the day. She needed a break. But her mind was telling her to push through, to break her limits.

And that would not do between us.

I caught her chin and pulled her eyes to mine. “Darling, I only want your mouth around my cock if you’re certain you want it.” And her hesitation now told me she wasn’t certain at all. “So how about a bath instead, hmm? Let me worship you a little with my hands, massage your sore muscles, wash your hair, and just hold you.”

She blinked. “You… you want that?”

“I want you,” I replied as I took the glass from her and set it on the nightstand. “And I want to show you what that means. Will you let me, sweetheart? Will you let me take care of you the way a Dom should take care of a sub?” Not just a Dom, but a man, too. All men should treat their women this way, regardless of their lifestyle choices.

“I…” Her lashes fluttered, her expression holding a note of wonder to it. “I think I would like that.”

“Good,” I said, drawing my touch along her jaw to her neck. I was careful not to squeeze, just to assert my dominance via a gentle touch. “Then give me five minutes to prepare, and we’ll begin.”

Because I hadn’t intended to fuck her tonight.

And I rarely had women here. Actually, I’d never taken a woman in my room. I only had the condoms in the nightstand as a practical measure.

So I needed a bit to prepare my bathroom for Adalyn.

Fortunately, I had a lot of the luxuries in there that we needed, mostly because I enjoyed a good bath every now and then. Who didn’t?

I kissed her one last time, a silent vow passing from me to her. One underlined in possessive instincts. “I’ll be right back,” I told her. “Be a good girl and relax for me, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her shoulders slumping as she leaned back against the headboard.

“Thank you for your obedience, Adalyn.” I meant it in reference to both our scene and now. “You’re perfect and strong and very much mine.”