Page 133 of Secrets (The Sins Trilogy 2)
She places little kisses along my shaft, which throbs unbearably. Between the achingly tender caresses, she whispers to me, “You take on the world, Tony… You believe you should be able to control everything… When you can’t be a god, you torment yourself. But you’re a man… A brilliant…sexy…hot man. The only man I’ve ever loved… The only man I’ll ever love.”
Oh God.Just words. But they’re hotter than any pornographic sex trick, making my heart overflow with tenderness and love for her.
Iris wraps her lips around me. I grip the edge of the counter and tilt my face forward so I can watch.
She’s beautiful, kneeling before me in her classy Versace. She pulls me in as much as she can, her tongue, lips and cheeks working. But more than her actual technique, what gets me is the pure bliss crossing her exquisite face.
My brilliant North Star. She’s guiding me out of the dark pit where my mind has gone—to the bright, warm land of the living. The slimy, toxic fog dissipates.
The pull of her mouth is irresistible. I’m drowning in sensation so pleasurable it’s on the edge of pain. She’s chipping away at all my defenses, leaving me vulnerable. But I feel safe and strong with her.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her.
Her hand tightens, her eyes open and welcoming.
At her silent permission, my control breaks. I come violently, everything in my body tensing. Her lips tighten around my cock, and I feel her mouth and throat moving as she swallows.
La petite mort.
The first person to come up with the phrase must’ve been like me. Every time we’re together like this, a little bit of darkness inside me dies, and her love fills the void left behind.
Dropping to my knees, I kiss her deeply.
“Tony…” She flushes. “I, uh…just…”
“What? If I can’t kiss my fiancée, who can I kiss?” I say, tossing back what she said in the club about teasing me. I place a long, lingering kiss on her mouth, licking her lips. Then, remembering she’s been on her knees for a while, I shrug off the rest of my clothing and carry her to our bedroom.
“No bad feelings tonight,” she says, looping her arms around my neck.
“No bad feelings,” I promise.
