~SINCLAIR~
He wouldn't do this. He didn't deserve to touch her, to desecrate such purity. He didn't.
So even though she thought he was a monster, even though his body was thrumming with the need to satisfy her, he wouldn't. Couldn't.
Mate needs me.
Agony pierced through him as he took the first step towards the door. How? How could he leave her when his body recognized it's only duty–to please her? He was created to meet her every need. Be hers to command. So how could he turn around and leave when her body thirsted for him?
She suddenly let out a loud moan followed by a sob. Then he turned back to realize her fingers pressed between her thighs, her dark sky eyes wet with tears. And he lost it then.
Sin rushed back to her and held her hand away from where it was pressed against her sex. She whimpered at the friction, and every muscle in Sin's body jumped. She would end him. This woman would be the death of him.
Dilated pupils met his, her need palpable in the plea within them.