Page 179 of Corrupted By You

“I’m in love with you, Darla,” Zeno said with a raw quality. He took my hand and pressed it over his beating heart. “Jet’aime.”

My lips parted on a sharp inhale.

Zeno’s beseeching eyes were spellbinding. “And you want toleaveme?”

A myriad of feelings and thoughts rushed through my mind, but only one mattered.

My husband was in love with me.

And he thought I wanted to leave him.

“No,” I exhaled, capturing his face in my hands. “I will never leave you. I will never let you go. Never, Zeno.”

“Tell me you can’t imagine a world where I don’t exist, because I can’t imagine mine without you. You’re my sunrise. You’re my moonlight.” His mouth brushed over mine fervently. “I love you,mon ange.”

He wiped the tears pillowing my cheeks as he continued thrusting, a staccato pace, like a series of ascending broken notes to the most beautiful melody. “End my misery, Darla.Je t’en prie.”

“You foolish man. Do you truly believe I don’t love you?”

He stilled, heaving over me like my lack of admission was physically severing him.

“You are everything I’ve been missing my whole life.” I grabbed his knuckles and kissed his wedding ring. “You’re my dawn and my nightfall. I’m in love with you too, Zeno.”

A vulnerable sound hissed through his teeth. He gathered me into his arms, turning to his back so I was on top. His shaking hands trailed over my wet body until they softly beheld my face.

“Make love to me,” he begged. “Show me how much you love me, Darla.”

Zeno had never been loved like this.

Neither had I.

So I showed him that we were both capable and deserving of redamancy.

I moved on top of him and our lovemaking grew fiercer with every second. My husband glanced up at me like he was utterly enamoured. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, Zeno. My muse. Mine to keep forever.”

“Never once could I have imagined you, even in my wildest dreams.” His fingers threaded away the strands sticking to my cheeks as the rain lulled to a pitter-patter. “You own me, Darla.”

Zeno sat up with me in his lap. His restless hands shaped my body, helping me go faster so we could climax together. His touch was an antidote, remedying all the lingering pain within my soul.

“I love you so much, Zeno,” I panted, clutching his shoulders as I rode him.

“Don’t stop saying it.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” I planted frantic kisses over his cheeks and he leaned into every peck like he was famished for my affection.

“These last few days have been torture without you.” He licked the rain from my collarbones and pressed his lips to my pulse. “I breathe better when you’re near. Don’t stray too far from me,mon trésor.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

Rough groans. Soft moans. Lustful words.

All of it rang in our little slice of heaven as our pace reached a crescendo.

“Come for me,” Zeno growled against the underside of my jaw. “Soak my cock. You earned it, baby.”

His orders and praises always caused me to spiral.

I speared my fingers into his wet hair with a gasp, tightening, tightening, tightening. I threw my head back in abandon, chasing oblivion with fast, snapping hips. “Oh my God!”