Lahat ng Kabanata ng SIN BETWEEN THE SHEETS: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

He didn’t give me time to catch my breath. His fingers slid under my chin, tilting my head back as he looked down at me like I was already his.“Up,” he said, voice like a growl. “Strip. Everything.”I rose on shaky legs, still dizzy from what I’d just done. My hands fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, pulling it open one by one until my breasts spilled free. His eyes followed every movement as I slid my skirt down my thighs, stepping out of it, standing there in just my panties.“All of it.”I hooked my thumbs into the waistband, pulling the last barrier away. The air hit my bare skin and my nipples tightened instantly. My pulse thudded so hard I felt it in my throat.He took a slow step toward me, one hand sliding over my hip, his thumb grazing the edge of my core.“You’re wet already.” His voice was a whisper, but it vibrated through me like thunder. “On your knees. Hands behind your back.”I dropped, knees pressing into the carpet, fingers lacing behind me. I could feel how exp

I didn’t expect him to be there. The moment I stepped off the street and into the apartment lobby, I already hated myself for forgetting my damn keys. The elevator was out, of course, and dragging my bag up four flights of stairs was a nightmare. My shirt clung to my back, and I was halfway regretting ever booking this place.I fumbled with the lock, cursing under my breath, and that’s when I heard it. A soft chuckle behind me.“Need some help?”I froze. Tall. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that were way too calm for someone standing in a random stranger’s apartment building. My chest immediately went tight, my pulse spiking.“I… got it,” I said, trying to sound confident, but my fingers fumbled with the key anyway.He stepped closer, and the heat hit me before I even registered it. Warm, subtle, intoxicating—the kind of smell that shouldn’t exist in a public building but somehow did. “You’re struggling more than I expected,” he said, voice low, teasing.I swallowed, unable to stop my

He didn’t stop once we caught our breath. His hands were still on me, palms rough, sliding over my thighs, my hips, my stomach, as if he couldn’t get enough. My body was trembling under him, slick with sweat, but the second his fingers gripped my jaw and tilted my face up to him, my pulse spiked again.“Look at me,” he said, voice low, rough, a command.I met his eyes, dark, hungry, and felt my stomach twist in a way that was almost pain. He smirked, then slammed his hips back into mine in one brutal, perfect thrust. I cried out, grabbing at his shoulders, nails biting his skin.“You still want more?” he growled against my mouth, every word punctuated with another hard, deep stroke.“Yes,” I gasped, barely able to breathe. “Don’t stop.”He chuckled, dark and pleased, then yanked me up and flipped me without warning. My palms hit the arm of the couch, my knees sliding down onto the cushions. Before I could catch my breath, he was behind me, one hand gripping my hair, the other squeezin

The scent of freshly cut grass and the faint hum of cicadas filled the air as I pulled into the motel parking lot. The building was a charming mix of rustic and modern, with a welcoming sign that promised a good night's sleep. As I stepped out of my car, I stretched my tired muscles and took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I had been on the road for days, and this motel seemed like the perfect place to rest and recharge.As I walked into the lobby, the warmth of the room enveloped me, a stark contrast to the chill outside. Behind the counter, a young woman with a bright smile and kind eyes greeted me. "Welcome to our motel," she said, her voice soft and melodic. "How can I help you today?" As she spoke, I noticed a faint blush spread across her cheeks, and I felt a spark of curiosity.I couldn't help but notice the way her eyes sparkled as she spoke, and I found myself drawn to her warmth. "I'm just passing through, but this place looks perfect for a good night'

I watched as Jake's eyes lingered on my lips before he smiled and approached the counter. "Morning," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. "What do you recommend?" I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I met his gaze. "Well, the croissants are fresh out of the oven," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "And the cinnamon rolls are always a hit." Jake leaned in slightly, his scent filling my senses. "I'll take one of each," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. ""As I handed him his pastries, our fingers brushed briefly, and I felt a spark of electricity at the touch. "Here you go," I said, smiling. "Enjoy your breakfast." Jake winked at me, a playful grin spreading across his face. "I think I will," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.Jake returned to the bakery every morning, always ordering the same pastries and flashing that charming grin. I found myself looking forward to his visits, our playful banter becoming a highlight of my d