Page 140 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Later.

Right now, I have Heaven next to me, and we’re exactly where we’re meant to be.

Together. Forever.

I maneuver the rented truck off of the pavement and onto rocky terrain. Heaven jumps out of the car and rushes over to the edge of the rocky cliff that overlooks the Caribbean Sea. There’s a metal ladder that leads into the water here at Oil Slick Leap, and even though it’s not quite pitch black, the semi-darkness is disconcerting enough.

Guys with guns and knives don’t scare me, but novice scuba diving in the dark gives me pause.

But I’m certified now, and Heaven got a refresher course after I surprised her with the trip, but this will be our first-ever night dive. We put on our wetsuits and gear, and as we finally step into the sea…fuck…

The depths of the sea light up all around us like someone flipped a switch and turned on a bioluminescent lamp. The ostracods glow all around us, tiny circles of blueish white lights in linear form.

In their light, Heaven’s pleasure is visible, her excitement and wonder intoxicating. It’s mesmerizing, unlike anything I’ve ever seen or imagined in my life.

Finally, we get out of the water and strip each other down. There’s no one around, which is perfect, and I pop open the trunk of the convertible and toss Heaven a towel.

But before she can use it, I pull her close and nuzzle her ear. “Mm, you taste salty.”

“We’re naked, Matty, seems a shame to waste that.”

“Like maybe we should do like the ostracods,” I say. “And make a baby.”

“We can try.”

My cock hardens. I step back and grab two comforters from the trunk before spreading them out on the ground.

“I’m glad nobody else is around tonight. We got lucky.” Heaven leans into the plush center, letting out a contented sigh. “It’s so cushy. Smart thing, packing two with all of these craggy rocks around us.”

“I’m a strategist.” I part her thighs and slide over her, kissing her.

She tastes of the sea and pure Heaven and I plunge my tongue into her hot and hungry mouth. She fists my hair, our tongues circling one another as I line up the head of my cock with her wet slit. Slowly, I push into her tight heat. Her walls tighten around me and she gasps into my mouth as I begin to move. I thrust into her, and our kisses grow more frenzied. Her hands are on my back, pushing me to go deeper, harder. I do. I know her so well, and I can’t ever get enough. She’s pure desire.

Her body trembles, quivering against mine. A rush of her juices flows over my cock. I drive my hips against her, a burst of light exploding behind my eyes when the orgasm tears through me and I empty myself inside of her, giving her everything I have.

My wife.

My life.

My forever.

PART 2: MATTEO

A loud buzzing sound on the nightstand jolts me awake. I crack open my eyes to the flashing glow of my phone screen. The room is otherwise dark, the air still and silent.

Heaven lets out a tiny moan, her long hair pooled over my chest. The warmth of her skin, flush against mine, makes my dick swell. The urge to say “fuck off” to whoever is on the other side of the call grabs hold as I run my hand over her ass.

But the phone doesn’t stop vibrating against the wood table top. It skates closer to the edge, enough where I can reach out and grab it without even moving from my spot on the mattress. I let out a deep sigh, flinging out my arm to catch it before it falls over the side and crashes onto the floor. I bring it in front of my face, blinking fast to adjust my eyes.

Unknown.

I furrow my brow. This is my personal number. I only give it out to people I know. People I trust. But a nagging feeling in my gut reminds me that here in Bonaire, I’m far enough away from everything and everyone to answer any incoming call, no matter what the Caller ID says.

With one arm still wrapped tight around my wife, I use my free thumb to stab the Accept button. “Villani,” I grunt.

A deep, ominous chuckle invades my ear. “I was afraid you’d be too drained from fucking your wife to take my call. How were the ostracods last night? I hear they’re a sight.”

I sit straight up in the bed. My heart slams against my chest. “Who is this?”

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