Page 113 of Sweet Prison

My God, the taste of her… It’s making me crazy. Almost as crazy as her pulling on my hair does. With fingers anchored in my strands, she tugs my face closer. I swipe my tongue between her folds, inhaling the scent of her. Pure Eden. I’m gorging in a fucking paradise. But my poor cock is stuck in hell because it’s been hours since he was inside her.

I lick and stroke, and then take little bites, teasing her delicious pussy. With every touch, she shivers and her body shakes. She’s close. So close. I’m tempted to keep torturing my angel just like this, but I don’t think I can hold off much longer.

I’m wired. Ready to explode myself. But it’s not simply sex that has me so strung out. She saidyes. The word is still ringing in my head. Still has me awed that she wants to spend her life with me, the crazy fucker.

There are two of us,the ever-irritating voice in my head says.

Noted.

Mm-hmm. You wanna know whatInoted? Not so long ago, you were adamant you’d never kneel before anyone. Well, you’re kneeling now, buddy.

Zahara could always bring me to my knees. For her, I’ll spend a lifetime kneeling. Now, will you shut up and let me feast on my future wife’s pussy in peace. Please.

I like the sound of it in the present sense, rather than the future.Our wife. Tomorrow would make a lovely wedding day.

“Good point,” I mumble into Zahara’s pussy.

Taking her sweet bud between my lips, I suck on it—hard—marveling over the way she shatters. Breaks apart for me with a mix of drawn-out moans and labored panting. She’s so fucking beautiful. So mine. Drinking in the sight of her, I carefully lower her legs onto the fancy sofa and glide my palm over her heated core. Still soaked, even though I’ve done my damnedest to lap up every single drop.

Aftershocks are running rampant across her body as I stand up and unfasten my belt. She watches me unzip my pants with a wicked smile dancing on her lips. Turning onto her stomach, then rising to all fours, she sends a wink over her shoulder.

“Do your worst,” she singsongs, wiggling her ass.

I snap.

Grabbing her hips, I slam into her heat in one powerful thrust, sinking balls-deep. Her passionate screams echo as she comes. I keep pounding her from behind, lost to the world and everything else except my woman.

Mine.

My palm travels up her back, feathering along her delicate spine.

Only mine.

Her pussy grips my cock so tightly that every plunge sends a shockwave through me. Every single one of my nerve endings feels exposed, raw, and on fire. My lungs contract. Heat races across my system.

My air. My love. My peace.

She trembles under my palm as her orgasm hits her. With a guttural growl building in my chest, I increase my tempo, completely losing any sense of reality. Slamming into her tight pussy over and over, I let the roar erupt as I explode into her liquid core.

My Zahara.

Still shaking from the force of my release, reluctantly, I pull out and then lean over to give her right ass cheek a quick kiss.

“Baby? You okay?” I drag my lips to her other cheek and kiss it, too. And then, playfully nip that delectable behind before easing Zahara onto the sofa. “Was I too rough?”

“Never.” Watching me with hooded eyes as I rise and tuck my dick away, she sighs. “I just might not be able to walk for a while,” she says as a satisfied smile lights up her face.

Sprawled naked on the elaborate piece of furniture I chose for her shop, my angel is nothing but pure temptation. I’ll never get enough of her. Will never sate my craving. I might be a free man set to live my life, yet I’m still a prisoner, bound by unbreakable chains. A prisoner of this magnificent woman who has captured my heart. Who has tamed my soul. And there isn’t a sweeter feeling. For the rest of my life, I am her willing slave.

Slipping my hand into one of the yet-unpacked boxes, I pull out a length of red mulberry silk delivered from China just a day ago and drape the soft material over Zahara. Can’t have my queen catching a cold, can I? Once she’s cocooned inside the luxurious, buttery fabric, I lift her into my arms.

“Do you have a number for your nutcase of a brother-in-law?” I ask as I carry her across the room.

“Yeah. What do you need from Kai?”

I stop and look at the love of my life.

“I need him to put me in contact with a friend of his.” I crush my lips to hers. “The blond guy who likes to kidnap priests.”