“Mmhm.”
“I’m going to ruin your makeup,” I said, my hands roaming even higher, up her throat, over her chin, to trace the shape of her lips.
She smiled, but the want in her eyes was growing even hotter. “I expect no less.” Then she snapped at me, close to biting my finger.
“Almost,” my voice came out gruff.
“I can try again.” She lifted her eyebrows.
Turning us so her back was to the wall, I pinned her there, bringing her arms up, my hand securing her wrists. “You want to bite me, my wife?”
“Yes,” she breathed out. “All over. You taste…” She closed her eyes, licked her lips. “Mmm.” Her hips arched toward me, wanting, asking. “You taste like the sun and the sea, citrusy, and sometimes, at night, the fiery burn of whiskey on my tongue.”
She trembled as my hand moved up the skirt, past her thighs. The top had buttons securing the bottom, and I popped them one by one, the first step in freeing the both of us from the restraints of layers.
“What—” She stopped, took a deep breath, released it in a slow sigh. “What are you going to do to me?”
“After I bite you back?”
“You’re going to bite me?” Her eyes rose in excitement, but just as quickly faded back to hooded.
Ducking my head, finding the pulse in her neck, I bit her gently, and she made an urgent noise in her throat, her wrists struggling against my hold. She started to wriggle more than a worm about to be baited for a fish’s dinner. “It wouldn’t be the first time, my wife.”
“That feels so good,” she barely got out.
A low growl vibrated in my chest, and my teeth grazed her skin even harder.
“Stuzzicare!”She said it as though it was a bad word when it really meant tease.
“Shh.” I blew against the spot I’d just bitten. “I’m enjoying my dinner. It’s still a bit hot in this area.” My face came to her breasts, and I made slow work of them, enjoying the sounds coming from her mouth as I bit and blew against her skin.
I looked up, our eyes connected, and she whimpered. I’d kiss her until she buckled, her lipstick smearing from the corner of her mouth up her cheek. I’d make a fucking mess of all her intentions.
Even slower, I undressed her. I had to force a straight face when she kicked the breast pads she’d inserted into the top away from us. Though I’d found it amusing, I gripped her wrists again, turning her to face the mirror.
“You’re mine.All mine.”
She swallowed hard. “I am.”
I caressed the sides of her body, watching her face through the mirror, her eyes almost closing. Coming back to her wrists, I put one to my mouth, sucking.
She managed to open her eyes a little wider, meeting mine. “My turn,” she whispered.
“Do your worst, baby.” I grinned.
She took it as a dare. And I should’ve known better.
She had me close to my knees, so fucking turned on that my cock strained against my skin, and it seemed we moved, one wall to the next, our naked bodies pressed against the mirror, our shapes fogging the area around us, kissing until neither of us could breathe.
“God,” she moaned. “You kiss—Oh God. You knowhowto kiss.” She pulled me in even harder, our tongues in battle—what had she once told me? Searching for our souls to steal.
Lifting her up, I braced myself for the slick, hot heat of her. “Scarlett,” I said with as much conviction as I could find. “If I hurt—”
“You won’t. You won’t!”
She came in to kiss me again, but I moved my face, taking hers in my hand.
“You need to tell me.”
