Page 21 of Steal Me

"Liana."

Release claimed him in an explosive instant, Sylvain spilling himself in her mouth, and satisfaction blazing through his veins as his wife worked hard to take it all in, swallowing everything until the very last drop.

When he slowly withdrew, she collapsed onto the tiled floor, breath coming in ragged pants, and her legs pressed together unconsciously, seeking relief from the ache he knew was building there.

"Your turn,ma petite."

Her head jerked up in shock. "N-No—"

Silly girl.

His finger slipped back into her mouth, silencing her protests. The way she automatically sucked it told him everything her words wouldn't admit.

Why was she still lying to herself?

Sylvain swooped her up, laying her down on the lounge chair, soft towel under her back. He sat on the edge, watching her every response as he once again pleasured her with his fingers, this time focusing solely on her sweet little nub.

Patient strokes, then furious ones.

And when her eyes pleaded with him, he understood what she was asking.

"Sylvain."

This was not part of the plan.

But...c'est la vie.

The moment he gave her his name, he knew then there was no coming back from this.

His Liana sobbed his name out as she came, body shuddering at the strength of her release, and still his fingers moved, every stroke plunging her deeper and deeper into an abyss of sensual exhaustion.

"Sylvain... arrête... s'il te plaît." Stop...please.

His wife's eyelids were already drifting closed as she spoke, her spent body succumbing to sleep.

Pauvre âme malheureuse. Poor unfortunate soul.

She still had the smallest chance of freedom before this. But the moment he gave her his name, it was over for both of them.

He tasted her on his fingers, and it was as delicious as it was forbidden.

She was his, he was hers.

But what remained to be seen was whether she was meant to be his queen... or his captive.

It all depended on whether she passed or failed the test.

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