Loved him inside her.
Atop her.
Taking her to the edge of that dangerous cliff of desire.
In and out. Faster. Harder. More.
He caught her bottom in his hands and angled her so he could plunge even deeper into her. Callie lost all control. The knot of desire grew tighter. Her heart was pounding, the slide of him in her cunny making her feel as if sparks were raining down on her.
“Come for me, sweet,” he murmured against her lips.
One more frantic slam of his hips into hers, and she did.
She clenched on him, her entire body seizing as a burst of pleasure exploded, radiating outward. Tremors rocked her. She gasped his name. In the next breath, he stiffened, the warm rush of his seed making her tremble.
He collapsed against her, breathing heavy, his heart pounding against her breast, his face buried in her hair. She came down from her cloud slowly, gasping for breaths, reveling in the intensity of their lovemaking.
After a few moments, he stirred, then untied the knots on her wrists.
She wasted no time in wrapping her arms around him. He gathered her in his embrace, drawing her against his chest once more. They clung to each other as if they were each other’s only chance of surviving the raging waters of a flood. And that was what it felt like, this bond between them.
They were each other’s. Simple as that.
He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.
Callie smiled. “Sin?”
“Yes, sweet?” His baritone was lazy. Sated. Happy.
Her smile deepened. “That was a vast improvement upon the last time you tied me to a bed.”
Her husband chuckled, then stroked her hair. “If you thought that was good, my love, wait until the next time.”
Callie was feeling saucy. “Is that a threat or a promise, darling?”
“For you, Callie mine,everythingis a promise.”
Epilogue
I have a confession to make, dear reader, and it is not a confession of which I am particularly proud. Nevertheless, it must be done. You see, I am the true author ofConfessions of a Sinful Earl. I wanted to believe the worst of my Sinful Earl, dear reader, and I deliberately sought to destroy him, one word at a time.
But he showed me the best of him. And in the end, I fell in love. How could I not?
Dear reader, I married him. I do not deserve him. Nor do I deserve you.
This memoir is my attempt to make amends. In it, you will discover the truth of what happened to the Duke of W. and Lady S. You will also find the real truth about Lord S. I hope you will forgive me for the damage I have done…
~fromConfessions of a Sinful Countess
Callie held thesmall, bound volume in her hands, studying the fine leather stamped with gilt letters.
“What do you think of it?” Sin asked her, sounding anxious.
“I think it is beautiful and frightening, all at once.” She ran a finger over the embellished words. “At last, everyone will know what truly happened.”
The memoir she had written over the last few months of their marriage was not just a gift to her husband—Callie’s way of atoning for the ruthless manner in which she had destroyed his reputation—it was also her means of putting a painful chapter in both their pasts behind them forever.
“You are certain you wish for the copies to be sold?” Sin searched her gaze. “Decker has reassured me that he will have them destroyed if you or Westmorland change your minds.”
