in shredded halves, but she forgot to care. His fingers found the bud of her sex again, toying with her. It was all she needed. Pure bliss rocketed through her. He bit her nipple, then sucked harder as a potent rush infused her, bathing her core in wetness. Her eyes fluttered closed at last, her head falling back upon the pillow as wave after wave of intense pleasure pounded down. Bright bursts of light, sparkling like stars, lived behind her eyelids.
She clasped him to her, unable to muffle her cry.
His name.
“Sin!”
“Yes, sweet.” He raked his teeth over the swell of her breast, then moved to her other nipple as he continued pumping into her. “Come for me. Come on me.”
She did. His words, his mouth on her breast, his cock plunging into her, his possession, all mingled. She was mindless, helpless to do anything other than move with him, to let him feast upon her and give him her complete surrender. The second explosion of desire took her by surprise. He thrust into her and took her lips in another kiss.
Suddenly, his body stiffened, and the warm rush of his release filled her. Another set of tremors rocked through her body. She cupped his face and held him there, kissing him as he collapsed against her, pinning her to the mattress with his big body. They kissed long and slow, their tongues tangling, their ragged breaths uniting.
They were one.
He ended the kiss first, raising his head to stare down at her. “I am probably crushing you.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head as her eyes searched his. She did not know what she was seeking. “I like the way you feel.”
Far, far too much.
He caressed her cheek with his thumb, his expression almost boyish. “And I like the way you feel.”
The more time she spent with him, the more impossible it became for her to believe he was the man she had once thought him. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, worrying it, feeling emotions she did not want to feel.
“Stop torturing your beautiful mouth,” he said, kissing her swiftly before withdrawing from her and rolling away.
He thought her mouth was beautiful? She lay there, pressing a tentative touch to her lips, wondering just what manner of man her husband truly was.
Chapter Sixteen
I cannot wait to marry my next victim, dear reader. Poor, naïve, innocent Miss V. I will take great enjoyment in debauching her…
~from Confessions of a Sinful Earl
He was a ruthless savage.
He had torn Callie’s night rail to shreds and slammed into her, riding her without thought and care. Because she had felt so bloody good, all tight, slick heat. Because she had touched his cock and then licked his seed from her thumb.
Because she was an erotic siren sent from the fiery depths of hell to torment him.
And because he possessed no restraint, no control at all when it came to her. Decker was right. He needed to exercise greater caution when it came to her. But how the devil was he to do that when he could not think straight in her presence?
Sin ran a hand over his jaw and tried to stop fantasizing about throwing his wife over his shoulder and hauling her from his study. There were a great deal of tasks awaiting him. His wife had plans to hire new servants, refurbish his pathetic excuse for a townhome, and Lord knew what else.
The only new hire he planned to concern himself with was a replacement nursemaid for his mother. A better nursemaid. One who did not get into the laudanum with alarming frequency. But that was his affair and not a worry with which he would encumber his wife. His mother’s condition was too delicate to burden her with the addition of a new face. She still thought Celeste was alive, when she had moments of lucidity.
Mama would never understand that he had a new wife now.
A new wife who was currently seated opposite him, clutching a book and pen in her dainty hands, making notes in her flowery script. At least he knew what she had been doing yesterday in his absence. The perplexing woman had made a list.
“What is left?” he asked her now. “You hardly need my approval for household changes. Hire as many domestics as you like. Hang all the pictures you wish. Tear down the wall coverings. Replace the Axminster.”
“The piano needs to be tuned,” she said without looking up.
Hell. She had been in the music room?
“Have