Page 61 of Isle of Beauty

When she sees the dessert, her eyes widen and the brightest smile overtakes her entire face. It warms my soul despite the cold edge I need to keep to fulfil my revenge against my father. It could have been so easy between us if we were different people. The thought is enough to turn my stomach but I push it aside, intent on being here with her, without anything else coming between us.

“You remembered,” she whispers.

“I remember everything about you.”

She takes a bite and grimaces.

Shit. Did I fuck it up?

“What is it?”

“Did you follow Mammona’s recipe?” she asks with her mouth half-full before swallowing and the sight of her moving throat heats my skin all over again.

“Yeah. Well, most of it anyway. It’s my first time making it.”

“It’s perfect,” she says while laying a hand on my thigh. That small spot erupts with sparks of electricity, slowly moving to the rest of my body. “Next time, lay off the rum, okay?”

She keeps smiling and eating the sweet dessert and when I take a bite, I understand what she means. It’s flavourful to say the least. But she doesn’t complain and finishes the whole dish, filling my chest with pride.

When she’s done, her eyes have turned the colour of coal and she prowls to me with feline grace, linking her arms behind my neck, nothing like the uncertain woman she was minutes before.

“Please. Please, make me feel alive,” she whispers against my lips.

My resolve crumbles like a house of cards at her sweet begging. She tastes like coffee and rum and sweetness and I want to devour her. I kiss her more fervently, each drag of my lips against hers infused with my fears and my need to protect her. I stand and lift her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, before making my way to the bedroom and setting her on top of me so her back isn’t in pain with the drag of the sheets under her.

Taking hold of her ass, I roll her hips and slide my hardening cock against her centre. Her moan fills the air around us and fuels me with need.

I come up for air, taking in her dilated pupils and panting chest, arched back and exposed collarbone, ready for my marks. I lavish the space with my tongue and teeth, grazing the sensitive spot behind her ear and licking the small tattoo of the heart we share.

“I love it when you need me, mo cara, but if you’re in pain, we stop. Understood?”

“Yes.”

I motion for her to stand on the edge of the bed and glide her light canvas trousers and panties down. My fingers caress her skin back up, leaving a trail of goosebumps. My beautiful wife shudders under my hands. Her responsiveness is the best aphrodisiac.

She’s standing naked in front of me, in all her glory and I want to worship every single inch of her. My hands move up and down her ribs, to her ass and where it meets the top of her thighs. I take a handful of her flesh and inhale against the thin skin of her neck, revelling in the smell of her, before I land on my knees in front of her and continue my worship by planting kisses on her stomach and going lower still.

“Put your leg on my shoulder and hold onto me, baby.”

She doesn’t hesitate, the eager little thing.

I don’t either and swipe my tongue from entrance to clit. She tastes like she owns me.

“You’re so wet for me. Are you gonna be good and let your husband take care of you?”

“Yes,” she pants and shivers. “Yes, please. Take care of me Lisandru.”

When I hear my name on her sweet tongue, my real name, something breaks open inside my chest. I seal my lips against her and suck and lick until her hips buck against my mouth.

She comes on my tongue in no time while I stroke her walls and circle her needy clit with a steady motion of my tongue. Saliva and her wetness dribbles down my chin and I almost come at the sensation. Her loud moans and whimpers feed my hunger for her.

I know she’s overstimulated but I grip her ass harder, keeping her wet cunt against my mouth, my finger still inside her.

I add another one and give her no choice. She pulls on my hair hard and I love the pain she delivers. “You know the drill, mo cara. Give me all you got or I’ll take it from you.”

She’s a trembling mess, her second orgasm building on the previous one and crashing down on her wave after wave. Her pussy quivers around the digits and I can’t wait to feel it on my dick.

I can’t stop touching her, needing the incessant contact of her skin on mine. Bringing her down from her climax, I caress her arms and her legs, pet her hair and soothe her with praise.

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