Page 198 of Sins of Arrogance

I drop to my knees in front of her and press against her in­ner thighs un­til she widens her legs fur­ther, my name a whis­per on her lips.

Spread­ing her pussy lips with my thumbs, my eyes are fixed on that sweet fem­i­nine flesh. And there. There it is. Her clit, deep red and swollen, com­pletely popped from its hood and glim­mer­ing with her hon­eyed arousal.

I lean for­ward and taste her.

She says my name again, this time in a stran­gled shout. Her hands tan­gle in my hair, yank­ing tight.

I swirl my tongue around her clit, teas­ing and de­vour­ing, and she grinds her hips for­ward, chas­ing more. I give it to her. Change my an­gle and go deeper, lick­ing straight into her slit un­til my jaw is cov­ered with the proof of how much she wants me.

She’s feckin’ de­li­cious. I could stay right here and feast for­ever.

She rides my tongue with a des­per­ate rhythm, pant­ing, beg­ging with her body, but I know she’s right at the edge and I want to be in­side her when she falls.

But not in her per­fect lit­tle cunt. I look up at her un­til her eyes, dazed with lust, meet mine.

“I want to fuck your ass,” I tell her, my voice gut­tural.

She nods and breathes, “Yes. I want to be with you ev­ery way there is for us to join our bod­ies.”

I damn near come right then.

I surge to my feet, and lift her up against me, her legs au­to­mat­i­cally wrap­ping around my torso again. “I need you ev­ery way there is for a man to need his woman.”

She clings to my neck. “Yes.”

I claim her mouth with a kiss that gives no quar­ter and she takes all of it and gives it right back, kiss­ing me with a fer­vency born of un­govern­able pas­sion.

Want­ing to give her an or­gasm to make her pussy as sen­si­tized as I need it to be, I an­gle my­self so my head kisses her open­ing.

“Michael?” she asks with con­fu­sion. “I thought…”

“Trust me.”

“Al­ways. In all ways.”

Feckin’ hell. This woman.

She sinks down, slick, swollen and ready and I press up­ward. Grav­ity and the power of my thrust leave her with no choice but to let me all the way in.

Her arms lock around my neck and she kisses me, hot and hun­gry. I grip her hips and move her on me, us­ing the full strength of my body to take her the way I need to.

Four thrusts. That’s all it takes be­fore she ex­plodes around me, cry­ing out, her body clench­ing and con­vuls­ing. I don’t stop, push­ing her to keep tak­ing me as her body tries to pull away from me.

But she doesn’t say red. She doesn’t say any­thing.

My sen­sual wife just moans, her face twist­ing, and then she’s bit­ing my neck and com­ing again, her whole body shak­ing with a sec­ond or­gasm. She whim­pers from the over stim­u­la­tion.

Per­fect.

I walk us to the bed and lift her off of my painfully hard cock.

She makes a sound of protest, her pussy lips cling­ing to me.

I place her on the bed, and she lays there, ac­qui­es­cent and beau­ti­ful.

It only takes a few sec­onds to get the cuffs around her wrist and then at­tach them to the white wrought iron head­board with one of my ties.

Kara looks up at the cuffs. “Where are the ones you used when you kid­napped me?”