Page 28 of Peaceful Chaos

Her finger drills into my chest with each point she makes. "Me. I am the one who determines whether it's good or bad."

I grab her wrist and flip our positions so her back is pressed against the cement blocks of the wall. "I'd like to think I have some control over that."

"This isn't about control, Sin."

I take her other wrist in my hand and lift both above her head. Her chest heaves, anger slipping into arousal. She's always so in tune with the direction of my moods. It makes my head spin, but I wouldn't change a thing.

"I'd like to argue this is very much about control, and you're going to give it to me, aren't you?" My voice is low and rough. I don't bother to hide from her how turned on I am. I don't hide anything from my wife anymore.

My free hand slides down her body, slipping into the tight yoga pants she put on to join me in the gym. With a light touch, I tease her, pressing her lace panties against her clit. Just enough to frustrate her and have her seeking more.

Her head rolls back and I know she's submitting to me. The graceful column of her throat calls to me, and I give in to the urge to let my lips trail the silky soft skin below her ear. When her breathing becomes erratic and her pulse starts to pound against my lips, I press a gentle kiss there.

"Still think I can't control your happiness?"

Moving my hand under the waist of her underwear I apply the pressure she's seeking. One finger slips inside her, then two. I end the teasing and take her hard and fast with my fingers. "It seems like I've got your happiness in the palm of my hand," I whisper in her ear and prove my point by pressing the heel of my hand against her clit.

A small gasp escapes her plump lips, and I want it. My mouth slams on hers. The violence of my need bleeds into the kiss. Raven deserves to be made love to, slow and worshipful. Right now all I have to give her is raw unleashed desire. I kiss her as if she's the air I need to live. Her gasps fill my lungs and quiet the raging in my soul.

I feel the moment she breaks. Her body shakes against mine, and she releases a moan. I swallow it, consume her desire, and prove to her I might not control her, but I can be the one to make her happy.

Releasing her, I slip my fingers into my mouth. Raven is my addiction, and I want her to see the craving I'll always have for her.

My girl likes to play in the darkness, but she's not like me. She's my light, my salvation. I find it adorable the way she straightens her clothes when I release her wrists and step back. Her eyes search the area and she relaxes when she realizes we haven't been seen. I know she likes the hint of danger that comes with the possibility of being caught, but other than the time with Ford in his gym, I don't get the sense she actually wants to be watched.

Before her I never cared. Sex was an escape, a biological urge, and little else. It never mattered who I fucked, let alone if I was caught in the act. When you're used the way I was for so long, having an audience wasn't something I was ever concerned about. There's a huge difference for me now though. Every time with Raven is special and not something I want to share. Even the time with Ford watching was about claiming her for myself. Knowing they'd shared something at one time made me need to have a part of it.

Raven steps back and continues to fuss over her appearance. I stalk her, letting her know I'm far from done. "Your cheeks are still flushed. Fixing your clothes and hair isn't going to hide the fact you just came on my fingers."

"Sin, there's no privacy here."

Another step forward and I'm close enough to grab her. "Weren't you the one who told me we aren't waiting to live our lives anymore?"

"Yes, but someone could come in," she protests.

"Mmm, true. They could. But be honest, you like the risk. It makes you wet, the thrill we might get caught."

I scoop her up in my arms and carry her over to the weight bench. I lay her down and peel her clothes off her body, pausing a moment to appreciate the sight of my wife in black lace before I help her out of those too. Raven's right though, we don't have endless amounts of time. The odds of someone discovering us in here are high. It won't keep me from properly savoring this stolen moment alone though.

"I'll never get enough of you," I whisper. Taking hold of her legs behind her knees, I pull her further down the bench until she's at the end. Starting at her knees, I kiss my way up her thigh. The urge to taste her drives me forward, and I indulge myself in desire.

"Sin, please," she begs.

It's all the permission I need to lose myself in her. My tongue glides up her pussy, pressing against her clit. Her fingers thread through my hair, and she pulls my face against her heat. Her thighs clench against my head as the rest of her body hums with the need building inside her. I won't let her come again, not until I'm buried deep inside her.

I pull away, and she groans in irritation. I smirk down at her as I rise to my feet. "Patience, princess. I promise to make it all better."

My clothes join hers on the ground. She rises from the bench and runs her hand down my chest. "Are you done teasing me now?"

I spin her around so her back is to my chest. "We both know you like the idea of being watched. How do you feel about watching?"

Her body tenses up. "No, I don't want to see you with anyone else. Is that really what you want?"

"I'll never touch another woman. But, I want you to watch us." I grab her chin and turn it toward the mirror on the wall behind the free weights. I kiss her neck and move us back to the bench.

When I sit she tries to turn to straddle me, but I hold her hips to keep her from moving. "You won't be able to watch that way."

She stands in front of me. Her legs on either side of mine. "Look," I command. Her eyes snap to the mirror, and she watches as she lowers herself onto me.

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