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Not because of my image. Not because of my duties. Not because of my family.

Just because I wantedher.

This incredibly strong woman was the other half of my lonely soul.

I unshackled her wrists and her arms went around my waist in a vice-like grip, her face mashing between my pecs.

Feeling like someone severed me, I focused on regaining my composure and moved to the chains binding her ankles. They came free and my wife brushed a few kisses over my heart.

I almost swayed, undone by this spirited, challenging creature.

Framing her face in my hands, I kissed her forehead and pushed aside the sweaty strands sticking to her temples. “How do you feel?”

“Amazing,” she murmured with a gentle smile, sighing when I kissed her lids. “Satisfied and yet still…insatiable.”

I picked her up from the altar, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me. I shoved myself back into her pussy, dripping with my semen, and walked us to the underground pool surrounded by a slew of fire-lit torches.

Darla moaned, closing her eyes. “I’m going to need this all the time, Zeno.”

“You’re so bad, Darla.”

“It’s your fault.”

“How so?” I stopped right before we reached the pool and planted open-mouthed kisses all over her neck. “Tell me.”

“I’ve been corrupted by you, Zeno,” she confessed, her voice dancing with a seductive tinge.

“And you love it,mon ange.” I promised her on our first meeting that I would thoroughly corrupt her innocence and I was a man of my word. “You love that I’ve ruined you forever.”

I descended the stairs leading into the warm water, the energy between us electrifying. We watched each other with a voracious intensity, the darkness of the room volatilizing with the fires in our hearts.

Darla stroked my stubbled jaw and her other hand fisted my cross.

My wife was the only thing under God’s holy sun that mattered to me.

And I would do everything in my possession to protect and cherish this woman.

We waded further into the water and it rippled around us, enticing our sins below the surface.

Feathering my lips against hers, I dunked us both underwater, freeing us of every sacrilege and inviting atonement to seep into our pores. A new faith entered my bones as we resurfaced, gasping for one another. Praying soft words as we collided, husband and wife, creating their bed of marriage in a cacophony of salacious groans and hammering pulses.

My wife grew restless with her need to be worshipped.

I lifted her out of the water and deposited her by the edge of the pool. An ethereal sight, she looked like a water nymph, put on this earth to lure men to their demise.

Her legs split open and she reclined back on her elbows, beckoning me to take part in this sinful communion. The red diamond on her finger gleamed and lazy fingers trickled over the folds of her wet femininity. She spread them open for me with a sensual yet timid smile. “Viens pécher avec moi.”

Leaning forward, I whispered a prayer before my tongue lashed out to eat my supper.

Everyone knew the saying…

Once a sinner, always a sinner.

CHAPTER 28

Burn the Whole World

Was paradise a place or simply a state of mind?