Page 55 of Of Oaths and Secrets

Still holding her close, I step back until the bed hits my legs, then sit with her straddling me. The heat of her core presses against the hardness straining in my pants, the sensation so intense it borders on pain. I break the kiss, searching her face. Her pupils are blown wide, her blue eyes almost as dark as mine, her plump lips red and swollen.

Fuck, my wife is a goddess.

Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I slide my hands to her shoulders, easing her robe down to her waist. My eyes drop to her breasts, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I resist the urge to immediately suck one into my mouth, instead dragging the back of my hand across her sensitive skin. The way her breath catches, the soft gasp that escapes her, sends a thrill through me.

“You know we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “I don’t expect anything in return.” I pinch her nipple lightly between my fingers, earning a moan from her as she rocks her hips against me, soaking my pants with her arousal.

“I know,” she breathes out. “It would’ve been a terrible bargain since you’ve already given me what I wanted.”

“Good point.” I chuckle, leaning in to capture her nipple in my mouth. Her response is immediate, a louder moan spilling from her lips as I swirl my tongue around the stiff peak. Her grip on my shoulders tightens, and I can feel her body trembling with need.

I’m methodical, taking in every sound, every movement. I’ll use it all to learn what makes her fall apart. I’m determined to make her come, to bring her pleasure like no one else ever could. As I suck on her nipple, my hand drifts down to her thigh, my calloused fingers tracing the soft skin until they slip between her legs. She’s so wet—so ready—and my cock pulses painfully in response.

I press my thumb against her swollen clit, and she moans into my throat. Fuck. I thought her laugh was the most beautiful sound in the world, but her moans? They’re something else entirely, capable of bringing me to my knees.

I slide a finger inside her, and her soft walls clench around me like velvet. God, she’s perfect. She shifts in my lap, giving me more access, and I add another finger, earning another gasping moan from her.

“Rafaele,” she whimpers, her hips grinding against my hand. I rub her clit in tight circles with my thumb while my fingers thrust inside her, savoring every cry of pleasure. Her hands tangle in my hair, her body arching as she gives in to the sensation.

“God, yes… please!” Her words are a breathless plea, her body tightening around my fingers as I press harder on her clit. She lets out a guttural moan, and I know she’s close. I want to watch her fall apart.

I release her breast, my gaze locked on her flushed face, the sight of her unraveling pushing me to the edge. The moment herbody tenses and she comes, a rush of pride fills me. I did this. I made my wife come. The thought excites me even more.

Without breaking eye contact, I bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her. She’s sweet, intoxicating, and I crave more. I need more.

“This was—” she starts, but I stand abruptly, keeping her in my arms.

She lets out a startled squeal as I toss her gently onto the bed, her laughter bubbling up before I cut it off with a heated look.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I growl, the control I usually pride myself on long gone. I’m a man possessed, driven by the taste of her and the desire to worship her fully.

I kneel in front of her, something I’ve never done for anyone else, but for her? It feels right. Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I bury my face between her thighs, lapping at her arousal like a starving man. Every sound she makes, every shift of her hips, is a command, and I follow them all, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from her while taking my own.

I press my lips to her center, my tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes, testing the waters. The taste of her—intoxicating, earthy, uniquely her—awakens something primal in me, something I’ve never felt before. I’m not used to this kind of intimacy, but instinct drives me forward, eager to learn every inch of her with my mouth.

Her legs tremble on my shoulders as I explore her, her breath hitching with every flick of my tongue. I move slowly at first, gauging her reactions, taking in every sigh and whimper, but soon, I find a rhythm, one that has her arching off the bed. My hands grip her thighs, holding her steady as she bucks against me, the pressure of her body urging me deeper into this new territory.

Each sound she makes—each gasp, each moan—fuels me, and I realize that I want this. I want to see her unravel, to knowI’m the one who’s bringing her to the edge. I focus on her swollen clit, circling it with my tongue, and when she cries out my name, her voice raw and breathless, I know I’ve found the right spot.

I suck gently, alternating between soft licks and firmer strokes, feeling her pulse against my mouth. Her hands clutch at the sheets, her body trembling with the buildup of pleasure. She’s losing control, and I’m right there with her, riding the wave of her desire. Her hips grind against me, her thighs squeezing tighter around my head as she teeters on the brink.

“Rafaele—oh god!” Her voice cracks, and I feel her body tighten, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. I don’t stop. I keep going, drawing out her pleasure, savoring every second as she falls apart beneath me.

Finally, her body goes limp, her breathing ragged. I look up at her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and what I see takes my breath away. She’s flushed, glowing, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted, and the way she looks at me… it’s like she’s seeing me for the first time.

But then, something shifts. The awe in her expression fades, replaced by something else—something more uncertain, almost scared.

“I—” Her voice is barely a whisper, and I see the panic start to creep in. “I need… the bathroom.”

Before I can say a word, she scrambles off the bed, her robe clutched around her as she rushes into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her. I’m left kneeling there, my pulse still pounding in my ears, trying to make sense of what just happened.

"Nora?" I call out, my voice rougher than I intended.

"I'm okay," she responds, though the waver in her voice betrays her. "I'll be out in a minute."

I hesitate, standing there, my hand resting on the edge of the bed as I stare at the bathroom door. Something’s off. I want to go to her, do something, anything—but there’s a distance now, one I don’t fully understand. With a sigh, I run a hand through my hair and sit down on the edge of the bed, waiting, unsure of what to do next.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, realizing it’s been on silent this whole time. The screen lights up with seventeen missed calls. My stomach tightens as I swipe through the notifications, all from Leo. My brother never calls like this. I open my messages, quickly skimming through them:

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