Energy buzzes between us, supercharging the air. I tip my face up to his, and his mouth falls on mine. His kiss is slow, patient. Mine is, too. I work my way down his shirt, pushing buttons through holes one at a time until I’ve reached the bottom.
He shrugs out of the shirt, leaving an expanse of naked chest before me. I run my palms down the swells and dips of his body, losing myself in his beauty.
I lightly touch his scars, recognizing those on the outside of his body and those on the inside, and acknowledging how all of them have brought us to this moment.
He kisses me again, and his tongue sweeps over my bottom lip, taking me by surprise and making a shudder sizzle down my spine. It feels like a switch’s been flipped. What started as a kernel of desire has swelled to become full-onwant. I want more of him, all of him.
Our tongues collide, and it seems like he wants all of me, too. I wind my arms over his neck and coil the tips of my fingers around his hair.
“Addison,” he moans into my mouth.
“Feylin,” I reply.
Our kisses deepen as I quickly unclasp his belt and unbutton his pants. I hear them fall to the floor, and Feylin presses his body against mine, letting me know how much he wants me. I can’t get enough of his hard masculinity, and I don’t mean his erection. I mean all of him—the beauty that is my husband.
He’s a work of art beneath my palms, like he’s been sculpted from marble and given life. There isn’t one imperfection on him.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers.
“I was just thinking that about you.”
He pulls back and looks down at me, smiling. “I think you’ve got me beat.”
I tip my head back and laugh, and he drops his mouth to my neck, nuzzling his way to the base of my throat. My muscles go limp as he pulls my bra away and my hard nipples scrape against his bare chest.
“There’s only one piece of clothing left,” he murmurs in my ear.
I grin. “It’s all you.”
He smirks before pressing his mouth to mine and tracinghis tongue across my bottom lip. Then he kisses his way down my breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth in turn, which makes a moan rip from my lips.
The tip of my breast falls from his lips before his tongue swirls over the nipple. His mouth leaves my chest and grazes down my stomach to my waist.
He kneels before me and drags his teeth to the thin band of material at my hip. He clamps his mouth over my panties and tugs them down a few inches before his fingers slide up my thighs and pull them the rest of the way off.
“While I’m down here,” he breaths into my skin, “there’s something else I need to do.”
“What’s that?”
He tips his head back and meets my gaze. “Make you come.”
The look in his eyes is enough to make me explode right there, but he winks and rises quickly, lifting me into his arms, which elicits a surprised screech from me.
Before I know it, I’m on my back atop the bed and Feylin’s at the edge, kneeling. Heat pools between my legs as he lifts my leg over his shoulder and eases his fingers into me.
“You’re so wet,” he says with admiration.
The first thrust makes my entire body shudder. “Oh no,” he says in a devilish voice. “You’re not coming that quickly. I want this to last.”
And so he slowly brings me to the brink, masterfully working me with his fingers as he sucks my clit. Every time I get close, he eases back until I’m begging for him to let me feel release.
“Only if you’re sure,” he teases.
“I’m sure.”
And then he uses his tongue alone, pushing me to the edge of ecstasy. The pressure builds in a huge wave, pulsing between my legs. Then I’m split apart, breaking into a millionpieces as my back arches and my body clenches around his tongue.
When the wave breaks away, I’m left breathless, sweaty.
