lips from hers, kissing down her neck. Her collarbone entranced him. He kissed a line over the delicate protrusion, then found the rounded slope of her shoulder. Her skin was so soft, floral scented, decadent.
He kissed down her breast, gratified at the way she inhaled sharply when his mouth traveled over the sensual curve. He dropped his touch to her breast, caressing it as he sucked her nipple. Her legs tightened on his hips and she cried out.
He bit her gently, catching her in his teeth and tugging. Her hands flitted to his hair. Instead of pushing him away, she held him there, arching her back, offering herself to him. Sin did not know if she did it with carnal intent or if she was merely acting instinctively. Either way, it sent white-hot lust roaring through him like a locomotive.
He liked pleasing her.
She was dangerous, his little wife.
Far more dangerous than he could have predicted.
He sucked her pebbled nipple, lashed it with his tongue, and then blew on it softly.
“My name,” he somehow found the wherewithal to prod.
But she was stubborn, too. She said nothing, maintaining her silence, aside from her uneven breaths.
He nipped harder, then sucked, teasing her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and simultaneously sliding his hand between her legs once more. Drenched, delicious heat greeted him. He ran his fingers up and down her seam, parting her, finding her pearl.
“Sin,” she gasped, jerking against his hand.
“Better,” he praised, holding her gaze as he swirled his tongue in slow, languid circles around the peak of her breast.
Her breasts were gorgeous, just enough to fill his hands. He loved the way she responded to his mouth on her.
“Oh,” she said when he rubbed her pearl again.
It was deliciously swollen and slick. Each rotation made her hips buck. She did not want to desire him any more than he wanted to desire her. And yet, she was as helpless to the magnetism they shared as he was. His cock was rigid and demanding.
But he ignored it and sank to his knees for her.
He vowed not to make a habit of this. He could not afford to allow her to think she had any power over him. He needed control. His disastrous marriage with Celeste had taught him that painful lesson. He would wield every weapon in his armory against his second wife. He would break her with desire. He would ruin her the way she had sought to destroy him.
Vengeance of the most delicious sort.
He smoothed his hands over her inner thighs, spreading her wide, exposing her fully. The dark thatch of curls on her mound gave up its secret. She was pink and feminine and glistening. The sweet perfume of her excitement—spicy and feminine—hit him.
“What are you doing?” she demanded. “Surely that is not…you cannot mean to…it is indecent.”
“Hush.” He kissed each thigh. Slid his hands to the treasure he sought. Using his thumbs, he parted her. Sin had never seen a more carnal, beautiful sight than Calliope, utterly at his mercy. Her hair was a wild cloud around her face and shoulders. Her lips were parted. Her throat bore the marks of his lovemaking. She wore his every kiss, suck, and bite like the finest Worth gown.
Pretty, fallen princess.
He lowered his head, flicked his tongue over her hooded pearl. Once. Twice. The taste of her blossomed on his tongue. God, she tasted good. Finer than any dessert. More decadent than chocolate. Sweeter than honey. He licked her in firm, steady pulses.
“Sin,” she said again, writhing as if she wanted to get away.
But she did not seek to escape him. Instead, she scooted nearer, burying his face deeper in her cunny. She was all he tasted, felt, breathed. They were one, joined in pleasure and darkness and rage. But anger had never felt so delicious. He sucked her clitoris, taking his time, savoring her.
She whimpered. Her fingers were in his hair again, tightening, tugging. Pleasure and pain. Such a delicious commingling. Gently, he used his teeth on her. Not a bite—not yet—but just a tender abrasion. An introduction to the world of pleasure to which he could introduce her.
Her cry echoed in the chamber.
She was close—so close—to spending once more.
She was exactly where he wanted her.
Sin gave her another slow, thorough lick. And then he rose to his full height, towering over her. She was breathless and naked on his bed, her eyes wide, glittering pools of golden brown. The need to be inside her would not