Page 209 of The Defiant Curse

And it was not easy.

As she ground down on his body, using his dick to give them pleasure and torture, his breathing was labored.

“Elizabeth, fuck!” he muttered, as his balls were tucked so far up into his body, Ethan wasn’t sure they were ever coming back again.

“Ethan,” she said, breathlessly, and that had his attention.

He stared into her eyes, and never looked away—even if it was pure torture.

Because it was.

Elizabeth was biting her lip, and she looked absolutely gorgeous.

“Baby,” he begged. “Cum for me,” he whispered, his body feeling like there were a million fingers touching and stroking him when in actuality, it was just lust.

It had him by the balls.

Ethan knew that if he didn’t get off, he was going to lose his mind. This was absolute torture, and there was no doubt his wife knew it.

As she leaned down to bite him on the neck, giving him the hickey this time, Ethan couldn’t hold on.

He lost control.

The eruption rocked through him, and it took them both over the edge.

Into the pleasure.

As the room spun, and the colors flashed before her eyes, Elizabeth leaned on his body, riding out the pleasure until she could think again.

Or in this case, stop thinking.

The whole world shifted, and she found herself slid down the bed, and into the crook of his side where she was safely cuddled against his body.

The scent of husband wafted up, lulling her into a sense of calm. It was a mix of his cologne and her perfume, mingled together with the heat of sex.

It was intoxicatingly them.

“Mmmmm,” Ethan said. “I love a vacation,” he admitted softly.

Oh, well, she did too.

“Every year?” she asked.

He slowly nodded his head.

“That was the deal,” he stated. “When you make a deal with the devil, Elizabeth, he makes you keep it.”

Gently, she kissed him on the lips.

“I love this particular devil. He’s wickedly good in bed,” she admitted.

He laughed.

Well, he could say the same thing about a particular woman, now couldn’t he.

“I love you, Lyzee,” he offered. “Forever.”

She nestled into place, her face tucked into his neck as she rested against him. There was no way she could forget it. They had made a life, and a world together.