Page 69 of Sins of Bliss

“Yes!” she exclaims, and I laugh again, completely awestruck by the happiness radiating from her. Lacing our fingers together, she gently tugs me up the stairs and we spend the next hour exploring all that Biblioteca Capitolare has to offer.

From room to room I follow Vinnie, allowing her as much time as she wishes to take it all in, watching her fingers dust over the spines of the books as she admires the old literature. I’m enraptured by the way she never pulls her phone out to take photos, but instead stays present, enjoying each moment as it comes. What she does not realize is that I do capture the moments in photographs, and I intend to enlarge them and hang them in our home.

Stowing my phone as we enter the final room of the afternoon, I hear her soft gasp as we walk into the final grand library where leather bound books are kept in floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookcases. A gothic style chandelier hangs in the center of the room, with a few small wingback chairs beneath it. The lighting is low, and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust and really focus.

The detailing in this room is marvelous. From the woodwork to the tiles, it radiates timeless elegance. There is even a ladder that rests along the bookshelves, and I notice it is on a track—something I have only seen in movies.

Vincenza spins in a circle to see it fully as she walks further in the space. “It’s beautiful.”

“As is the woman within its walls.”

She looks over at me and smiles, wiggling her fingers so that her white gold, diamond wedding band sparkles in the lowlighting. Her main band needs to be resized slightly, so she left it in the safe back at the villa, and I already miss seeing it on her finger. “You’ve already locked me down, you don’t have to always be so charming.”

“You think I’m charming you, piccola ladra?” Pushing my hands into the pockets of my slacks, I stalk toward her, pinning her in my stare. My cock hardens as I approach, her gaze lowering to where I know she can see its outline as it presses against the fabric.

“Yes,” she breathes, as she takes a step backward. The way her breath hitches, I know she can read my thoughts.

I want her.

Now.

A smile pulls on her lips as she continues to retreat backward with every step I take until finally she’s up against the works of literature. Pinning her with my hips, I reach above us and prop my wrist against the bookshelf, lowering my hips so I can grind my erection against her. “There is not a moment in time where I will stop charming you. You are mywife. You deserve every ounce of love, adoration, and respect that I have to give. I intend to cherish you, amore mio.”

Closing the gap between us, I kiss her deeply. She melts against my body, which only intensifies my need for her.

Our kiss turns frantic, her heart beating wildly against my chest as she reaches between us to palm my length with her hand. The friction feels like magic.

Reaching to her thighs, I hoist her into my arms and her legs wrap around my waist.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” she protests in the most unconvincing way.

Groaning in response, I take a few steps, leaning her against the bookshelf’s ladder, kneading her breast from the outside of her soft linen dress. But it’s not enough. Pulling the fabric, Irelease it and lean forward, sucking her nipple into my mouth. My fingers grip her skin as I hold it tighter, pulling the taut bud into my mouth further.

A sharp hiss expels from between her lips, but I can already feel the roll of her hips as she seeks friction.

Releasing her breast, I help set her on her feet, but use my hand on her hip to keep her in place. “We are absolutely going to do this here, amore mio. There is nothing I want more than to hear your words of pleasure filter out into this room as I bring you to orgasm.”

“Sly,” she warns, but still I lower myself to my knees and pull up the hem of her dress. Gently, I press against her thighs so she settles against the rung of the ladder. “What if someone comes in? Our time here is almost up.”

Positioning the dress around my shoulders, it tents me as I look up at her panty-covered pussy. A spot of arousal seeps through the white cotton, so I press into it with my thumb, rubbing her gently to start. “Let them. Heads will roll if they interrupt me before you come.”

“But I—” she begins, but she loses her frame of mind the moment my tongue meets her center.

Through her underwear, I eat her as though its her bare skin, devouring her as I grasp the insides of her thighs.

“Sly,” she moans, and I hear the soft clank of what I can only assume is her ring against the wood as she holds on. “Keep going.”

I had no intention of stopping, piccola ladra.

Tired of the barrier, I pull her underwear to the side, holding them as I continue. Her moans intensify with every lap of my tongue, and I savor the taste of her desire on my lips before I use the tip of my tongue to tease her clit, flicking the nerve.

Her hand flies to my head, and she fists the fabric of her dress, pulling my hair from beneath it, gripping tightly as sherolls her hips into my face. Without breaking my focus, I push on her calf, nudging her to drape it over my shoulder. In this position, she sinks lower on the ladder and takes more of a seated position on my face.

I love it. With my neck tilted back, I ravish her, my tongue pulling through her slick folds to her clit, swirling it as she cries out, no longer fearful of being walked in on, as her echoes of pleasure bounce against the books.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. “I’m so close, Sly. Right. There.”

Her hips increase their rhythm as I work her with my tongue until she’s to the point of collapsing, hanging by a thread on the edge where she teeters, her body so wound up I can feel the pressure building by the way she tenses her muscles.