He moaned his satisfaction as her hips pumped against him, seeking. Her lips parted wider. Her breath was coming in sweet gasps as he pleasured her. Her wetness coated his tongue, his lips. He increased the pressure and firmed his tongue, sinking it as deep inside her as he could.
She came on a strangled cry, her body stiffening beneath his. Sin stayed with her as she shook against him, trembling with the power of her release. He waited until the last tremor rocked her, and then he stood.
Her ecstasy heightened his own need. Catching her around the waist, he pulled her gently to her feet, and then traded places with her, so that he was seated and she was standing, naked and sated, her face flushed with the aftereffects of her orgasm. There was no time to remove his bloody clothes. He had to have her.
Now.
He opened the fall of his trousers and freed his cock. “Turn around, princess.”
She did as he asked, further proof that she was far less stubborn when sated, giving him a view of her luscious backside. Her arse was perfection, her dark hair hanging down her back. He caught her hips in his hands, positioning her the way he wanted. “Now sit on me.”
“Sin,” she protested at last, breathless, “how will this work?”
“Trust me, darling.” Gently, he guided her down on him, gripping his cock with one hand and easing himself into her cunny. “Seat yourself.”
She did, settling herself in his lap and taking him all the way into her tight, slippery sheath. Her gasp matched his. She clenched on him as he caressed her hips, her back. He dragged a handful of her thick, silken locks back and settled his mouth on the patch of skin where her neck and shoulder met.
“What do I do now?” she asked on a moan as he cupped her breast, finding her hard nipple and working it.
“You move on me,” he told her. “Ride me. Take what you want.”
“Oh,” she said as she lifted herself, and then settled upon him once more.
The friction was pure bliss, as was the fit of her around him. He let his hand drop to between her legs, then strummed her pearl with his thumb. She began to move faster, with greater confidence, rising and then falling.
Sin’s fragile grip on his own control snapped. He moved with her, their bodies working together, thrusting deep, then withdrawing, then deep again. Her scorching heat made his ballocks go tight. He bit her shoulder, rocking, thrusting, fucking her.
Loving her.
Loving her?
No, not loving her.
He banished the unwelcome thought. Where the devil had it emerged from? He was delirious with the need to spend himself inside her, that was all. Too much blood had rushed to his engorged cock.
He increased the pressure on her pearl, and she came, tightening on his cock with so much force, he could no longer keep from filling her with his seed. She ground herself on him as he spent with a hoarse cry, pumping into her.
Darkness edged his vision for a brief moment from the ferocity of his release. He collapsed against her back, holding her close, his breaths leaving him in ragged bursts. He kissed her neck, her ear, paying homage to her in every way he could.
Curse her, this obsession he had for his wife was not fading.
It was only growing stronger.
Chapter Nineteen
There is beauty in cruelty, dear reader. There is madness in each of us, waiting for the right moment. Will I kill again? Only time shall tell…
~fromConfessions of a Sinful Earl
“Tell me everything,”Jo announced the moment they had settled in for tea.
Callie had been a married woman for almost a month. Finally, she had ventured out for the first time, realizing that she could not forever remain trapped in her new home, alternating her time between mooning over her husband and overseeing the new domestics and redecorating.
So, she had emerged into the world once more, paying her best friend a call. Her marriage had thus far been surprisingly, startlingly happy. She had spent each night in Sin’s bed, learning his body in the same way he did hers. He had even selected a stool to keep at his bedside for her use. Of course, their lovemaking had not been limited to his chamber or the evening. He seemed to be on a mission to make love to her in each room of the townhome, at least once.
Her cheeks went hot. She could not very well tell Joeverything.
“What do you wish to know?” she evaded.
