did not fall in love with him even more in that instant, the stars did not shine in the night sky, and nor did the sun rise in the east each morning.
How wrong she had been about him. She had believed him a heartless, dangerous villain. A man capable of anything. Instead, she had discovered a man who was sweet and compassionate, who would sacrifice anything for those he loved.
Even himself.
“I do not want to publish it, Sin.” Her fingers trailed over the hard plane of his abdomen. “I never want to hurt you again.”
He lifted a hank of her hair, allowing the strands to fall onto her bare back, ever so slowly. “Then never leave me. I need you here with me, princess. At my side, in my bed, in my arms.”
“I am here to stay.” She kissed his chest once more.
“Promise?” His hand swept beneath her hair, following the line of her spine in a gentle caress.
“Promise.” She flicked her tongue over his flat nipple, feeling wicked. “I love you.” She nipped him lightly. “Do you promise you will never leave me?”
“Hell yes,” he growled. “You are quite stuck with me forever, love.”
“Good.” She kissed down his chest, taking her time to marvel at him. “There is no one else I would rather be stuck with, darling.”
Her lips traveled lower. Her hands, too. He was so beautiful, masculine strength at her mercy. She wanted to worship his body the way he did hers. His skin was warm, his muscles rippling beneath her touch. He inhaled sharply when she kissed down his ribs, over his abdomen.
His hand fisted in her hair. “Callie, what are you doing?”
“Loving you.” She settled herself between his legs, where his cock was already hard again, standing stiff and proud. “Tell me what to do, Sin.”
He was watching her with a heavy-lidded gaze. “Damnation, woman.” But even as he bit out the words, he gripped his thick length, holding it out to her like an offering. “Take me in your mouth.”
Callie did not hesitate. She sucked the tip of him, reveling in the way he tasted—salty, musky, like both of them mingled together. She swirled her tongue around him, gratified at his low groan of approval. Callie glanced up his body, meeting his intense, dark stare.
“More?” she asked.
He swallowed. “More. Take me in your throat, princess.”
Sin removed his hand, giving her free reign over him. She lowered her head, taking as much of him as she could, and gripping the base of his shaft with her hand. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her, showing her what he wanted.
Up and down, in and out. He surged into the back of her throat, huge and demanding.
“Yes,” he rasped. “Let me fuck your mouth.”
Oh.
His vulgar demand made her pearl pulse and an aching wetness blossom between her thighs. She understood what he wanted, and she wanted it, too. Wanted him. Was ravenous for him. Callie moved her lips up and down his shaft, alternating between bringing him deep into her throat—so deep she almost gagged—and then retreating to lavish attention upon his cockhead.
A drop of his seed leaked from the slit at the tip, and she licked it up, savoring every drop of him she could get. Then she lowered her head again. The thick slide of his manhood over her tongue, down her throat, was intoxicating. His hips were pumping beneath her, and each moan she wrung from his perfect lips felt like a victory. His cock was so beautiful, as beautiful as the rest of him. She could not get enough of him. She wanted his seed in her mouth, wanted to swallow it down.
Wanted to make him lose control.
But her husband had other ideas.
Sin tugged on her hair, pulling her head back until he slid from her lips.
“I was not finished yet,” she protested.
“If you do not finish, I will be finished,” he growled, hauling her up his body and rolling them as one so she was pinned beneath him, legs spread. “And the first time was far too fast. I want to go slowly this time. To enjoy you properly.”
Her aching cunny was perfectly aligned with his big, wet cock. She writhed beneath him, wanting to get him inside her.
“Enjoy me, then,” she urged, desperate.
“I will.” The grin he gave her was full of wicked promise.
The bud of her sex pulsed. Sucking him had left her desperately hungry for him. She was drenched. But he was not doing what she wanted. Instead,