Chapter Twenty-Nine
Kneeling on the floor, my palms flat on my thighs. I looked up at Sin. His hair was braided back away from his face.
Making his angular face look sharper in the shadows, the candles cast about the room. It smelled of burnt almonds and something clean underneath that I knew was all him.
His silver eyes moved hungrily over my body and I could tell that he was famished. His pointed teeth barely hidden as he drank in the sight of me.
It made me shiver in anticipation.
“Do you want this?” He asked, his voice rougher than normal as his magic moved over my skin. Hot pinpricks of warmth that made me like my lips. I wanted this. It was different than with Marcus.
Sin and I had history.
He had taken care of me when Nash had tried his best to break me. He’d shown me how p
