23. TYRONE

I searched her face for the signs of a panic attack Bella had pointed out. She was panting, thighs squeezed around my hand and nails digging into the skin of my wrist. Her eyes were closed and her slips slightly parted.

But her skin was flushed from her chest, up her neck and her cheeks. Sweat coated her every inch of her pale skin and her sweet scent filled the room, making my mouth water.

Sin tilted her hips, and whimpered when my fingers brushed her clit again. Another shuddered ran through her body, followed by a sharp intake of air. Licking my lips, I glanced down her body at my hand trapped between her legs.

“More?” I questioned softly, but she didn’t seem to hear me.

I moved my hand instead, slipping it a little lower to trace her slit which was apparently the wrong thing to do.

She tensed.

I stilled but kept my hand in place. “Open your eyes, doll,” I whispered. “Look at me.”

Her eyes slowly fluttered open. My eyes dropped to her lips when she licked them and then up to