Page 169 of Sinner's Perdition

“I’ll never stop.”

What transpires between us is a love so deep, I feel it taking the deepest roots, binding us together.

“Dance with me?”

“I’d love that.”

He takes my glass and puts both of them on a table in the corner of the room. Our bodies move together in perfect sync, most surely following the rhythm of our hearts beating for the other. Time slips away as my husband spins me around and I crash into his chest. But the need between us grows. It’s in our breaths hitching, our fingers digging into the skin of the other. The air between us grows thick with desire. Our mouths crash in a passionate kiss before he peels the dress off my shoulders. It falls around my feet in a pool of silk. I am just in my thong. His eyes trail a path over my skin, heating it and making my blood hot with anticipation.

“You’re a beauty no words could come close to describe.” His finger traces my tattoo.

“You blemished your perfect skin with the initials of the greatest sinner.”

He has a reverent look on his face. I take his hand and lift it to my mouth. “Because I am yours. That’s why. And your name embellishes my skin. I wear it proudly.”

“Mine.”

“Yours, Cato.”

His hands map my skin. I shudder in excitement, in this heat that transforms me from human to carnal need.

“So many possibilities. Tell me, wife, how far will you let me go?”

That is a dangerous yet thrilling question. I tilt my face to him. “All the way.”

“Good answer,” he says, placing a kiss on my shoulder. His hand travels lower, gripping my ass, while his finger rims my back hole. “Because tonight, I’m taking this, again.”

“It’s yours just like the rest of me.”

He comes in for a toe-curling kiss, feeding me his passion. His tongue traces my mouth, nibbling on my bottom lip before he nips on it.

“Give me everything.”

“I will and you will take it like my good girl who’s made to please me.”

With every euphoric nibble, pleasure consumes me, yet I crave more. He scoots me up and places me on the bed. I watch enthralled as he undresses, every second making me more desperate for him. He crawls on top of me and rips my thong from me, leaving a sting against my hip.

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“That was the perfect answer.”

He guides himself to my entrance and my arms lock around his neck. I feel him easing himself inside. I moan at the exquisite pleasure of his girth and length. Emotions well in my eyes as we rock gently against each other. I cup his face, smiling, so full of love for my man.

“Look at us in a sex cave, making love.”

“That’s what happens when you say stuff to make me putty in your hands.”

I kiss his chest, finding the three tattoos of my lips. He pulls in and out gently while his lips find mine.

We come together with the name of the other. For a few beats, we stay in each other’s arms.

He kisses my temple and rolls off me, opening a cabinet. He returns with a black blindfold, showing it to me as he dangles it from his fingers.

“I have plans for you, wife.”

“Good, I was afraid you’d go all soft on me.” I giggle and he dips his head, brushing his nose against mine.

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