Callie did as he asked, and he tied a knot around both wrists, then secured them over her head. She was tied to his bed, as she had been on the day he had taken her from London, but this time, everything between them was different.
So very, wonderfully different.
He grinned down at her. “I like having you at my mercy, little wife.”
“I like being at your mercy,” she confessed on a gasp when he dipped his head to suck her nipple into his mouth.
The hot, silken suction was exquisite. He palmed her other breast, working his thumb over the pebbled peak. When he rasped his teeth over her, Callie’s core clenched.
“What will I do with you?” he asked.
“Anything you want,” she said, breathless.
His tongue licked a tormenting circle around her nipple, then flicked over it. She bucked from the bed, trying to bring him nearer, wanting his cock to fill her, stretch her. But he retreated, the only part of him touching her his mouth and his knowing fingers. He lapped at her breasts, long leisurely strokes over first one nipple, then another. When she swore she could bear no more of his torture, he sucked.
His fingers traced over her belly, lingering there, where their child grew.
“I love you,” Sin said against her skin.
“And I love you.” The words, now that she had spoken them once, were easy to say. Easy to embrace.
Just as Sin was easy to love.
He dragged his light touch lower. To where she was on fire for him. Long fingers stroked her slit, then parted her. He circled her aching bud with slow, light strokes. Not enough pressure. Callie thrust into his hand. He gave her what she wanted, sucking her nipples and stimulating her at the same time.
And then he kissed down her body, spread her thighs wider, and settled his mouth on her. He sucked her pearl, the wet sound echoing through the chamber, along with her ragged breathing.
She moaned. There was something delectably erotic about being tied to his bed. About not being able to touch him. About being completely his. About the sight of him pleasuring her, his handsome face buried in her mound.
He groaned as he suckled her, then ran his tongue over her in firm, wet strokes that had her on the edge. After their first round of lovemaking, all her senses were heightened. The needy ache in her sex turned into a crescendo of pure bliss. She cried out, jerking against his lashing tongue, against the bonds on her wrist. Warmth blossomed from her core as she spent. She quivered beneath his masterful tongue as he stayed where he was, prolonging the pleasure with steady pulses and the abrasion of his teeth.
Sated, limp, mindless, she struggled to catch her breath as her husband kissed her inner thigh and met her gaze. His lips glistened with the evidence of her desire. She wondered if she would taste herself on his lips, or if she would taste the both of them, mingling, blending, becoming one.
He kissed his way back up her body, and she had her answer when he claimed her mouth. Deep, soul-baring kisses. His tongue in her mouth. She sucked. Both of them, that was what she tasted—the blended saltiness and musk of their union. The hope and the joy and the love.
Us.
Yes, that was it. Us. They were one, now and forever.
He rubbed his cock up and down her folds, coating himself in her wetness, then found the nub he had just so thoroughly pleasured and toyed with her some more. She mewled into his kiss, writhed against him. Her hard nipples grazed his chest.
The weight of him atop her was delicious.
He raised his head, his dark gaze glittering with intensity. “Tell me what you want, sweet. Make those pretty lips say dirty things.”
“I want your cock inside me, filling me, stretching me.” She licked her lips, finding her courage. “I want you deep in me, Sin. I want you fast and hard and wild.”
“Good little wife,” he praised, notching his cock to her slick core. “I have no choice but to give you what you want, do I?”
“No you don’t,” she agreed, lifting her head to seal their mouths in another slow, carnal kiss before letting her head drop back onto the pillow. “Make me come. Fuck me, Sin.”
The naughty words fled her lips. She did not even know where