Page 112 of Thorns of Deceit

My heart flipped at his words as his lips took mine for another kiss: soft, sweet, and heartbreaking.

I fumbled to undo his tie, kissing him gently. We took it slow, savoring each second. I darted my tongue across his lower lip, then nibbled gently. His tongue took over, engaging in a feverishduel with mine. He sucked, his erection making itself known against my abdomen.

Arousal pooled between my legs, soaking my panties. Discarding his tie, I worked on getting rid of his jacket and then fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his skin. Our slow kissing worked up and became a starving need. We kissed like it was our first time, our last time.

I love you.

The words shattered through my mind and burned on my lips, wanting out. I had no idea where they came from. Was it even possible? Maybe I was mistaking lust for love.

“I need to taste you,” he said in a guttural voice, his strong hands tearing at my—his—T-shirt. It had become a habit to wear his clothes to bed.

I watched him through heavy eyelids, panting. My bra followed, and his eyes darkened into gray pools.

“Your tits, wife,” he said, standing up with me in his arms, and headed to the bed. “Your body. All mine.”

He lowered me to my feet, the backs of my knees hitting the frame. He stood there, all male strength, the reverence in his eyes searing into my soul.

The outline of his erection strained against his suit pants. I slid his dress shirt off, his magnificent abs on full display.

His eyes never wavered from me, burning with desire and igniting my own into a volcano.

In one sudden move, he ripped my panties.

“Bend over the bed,” he ordered.

Without hesitation, I did as he demanded, my breasts brushing the cool linen. Goose bumps erupted over my flesh and I turned my cheek to the left, watching him behind me. Dark hunger inflamed my senses and I pressed my palms flat, fisting the sheets as I waited.

My body ached with need as Aiden traced a single finger down my spine.

“Are you going to fuck me or just stare at my ass?” I taunted, feeling my arousal trickle down my inner thighs.

Smack.

My body jolted forward at the unexpected move.

“Don’t be saucy,” he chided.

I rolled my lips to keep from smirking and wiggled my ass.

Smack.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, clenching my legs together.

“Spread them,” he grunted.

And I did, putting my ass on full display as I held my breath in anticipation of what came next. I glanced over my shoulder in time to see him kneel down.

“Jesus, Raven,” he muttered. “You bring me to my knees every fucking time.”

His gaze was fixated on my glistening sex, something about the position so erotic I feared I’d combust into flames.

The moment his hot tongue lapped at my center, an orgasm shattered through me.

“Oh… My… Ahhh, my God,” I breathed, bearing down on his tongue, riding the wave.

Then, Aiden stood up to his full height and drove two fingers between my folds, and I instantly convulsed around his fingers, needing more of him.

“My wife is so wet,” he murmured. “Is that for me?”