Page 107 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“It would be a romantic one, I think.” I dip my fingers just below the neckline, lingering on the softness of the warm skin of her beautiful breasts.

She shivers under my touch. “That’s a given.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Bonaire.” She leans into me as I move behind her to unfasten the dress. I stop and brush her hair from her throat.

“Where is that?” I kiss her neck, her jugular, and it pulsates with an irregular beat beneath my tongue. “Tell me.”

“It’s an island in the Caribbean Netherlands off the coast of Venezuela. Big for scuba diving.” Her hands come behind her and she strokes against my cock.

“Oh, you dive?” I try to stay in control as I slowly work the buttons down the back of the dress free. “I didn’t think you had any hobbies besides cooking and maiming.”

“Ha, ha, you’re hilarious. I’m certified, but I’ve never done a real trip before. Molly and I…” She gasps as I bite down, trailing my finger down her exposed spine, stepping away from that magical touch of her hands on my dick. “Molly and I got certified together. We’d always promised each other we’d go to Bonaire to see the ostracods.”

I lead her away from that line of thought because there’s enough sadness in the room. I want it erotic. Hot. I want something to remember, too. “What are ostrich pods?”

Turning around, she laughs and rubs her face against me, and if my dress shirt is a little damp, I don’t say a word, just push the dress lower to expose her breasts to the air.

“Ostracods are tiny crustaceans that light up the ocean every month, a few nights after a full moon. They cast this crazy bioluminescent glow over the water and when you’re underwater among them, it looks like you’re floating in space amidst the stars.”

I slide my hands around and pull her against me, brushing over her nipples, making her gasp again and push back into me. “Then we go.”

“Of course—oh, God?—”

I’ve pushed the dress to the floor and slid my fingers into her panties to circle her clit, every so often sliding down over her slick, wet slit.

“—we need to—fuck—need to make sure we leave the bedroom.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad to me.” I push a finger into her pussy, my thumb against her clit, and I suck on her earlobe before continuing to speak as I slowly pump my finger into her. “Naked. Hotel room.”

“Sex.”

She takes my hand and pushes me harder against her, and I oblige, finger fucking her hard and fast for a moment, then I remove it and she turns, her eyes bright, a mess of emotion with lust right at the top. I push my hand into her panties once more, playing with her tight cunt.

Her porcelain skin is so soft and smooth.

“Anything else you want for your perfect wedding night?”

It’s a dangerous game we’re playing, but I can’t stop. I need this as much as she does.

“I want you to take me to your room,” she whispers.

“Okay.” I remove my hand once more, my cock almost hurting with need for her, and I start leading Heaven toward the main staircase, but she shakes her head.

“No, not that room. The other room.” She points toward a closed door down the hallway. “I’ve peeked at your little den of sin.”

My cock jumps. She’s obviously seen all of the amenities it has to offer.

We head there. With one hand, I twist the knob and push it open, and lead her inside. Her pale skin, white lace panties, and white heels are a stark contrast to the deep blood-red color of the walls surrounding us.

She sashays over to me, lacing her fingers with mine and winding my arm around her waist as she settles her back against me.

I watch her scour every corner of the room until her eyes settle on the Texas king bed in the center of the space. The large mirror hanging on the ceiling over it doesn’t escape her attention, either.

The comforter is thick red satin, a shade that exactly matches the walls. Heaven pulls me over to the bed, fingering the restraints, wrist and ankle cuffs.

“Kinky fucker,” she murmurs. Then she narrows her eyes at me. “You use these often?”

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