The Consequence (The Evolution of Sin 3)

“Thank you for this.”

“Mmm?”

“Thank you for taking me away. Thank you for bringing me here, to the second love of my life.”

I smoothed a hand down her hair and collected the ends in my fist so I could tip her head back. “Just how thankful are you?”

Her eyes darkened as her pupils dilated and her voice was breathy when she said, “Why don’t you let me show you?”

My cock twitched when she gracefully sunk to her knees before me. Her gorgeous red hair shimmered like flames trapped in a silk tapestry. I had to swallow the lump of longing that clogged my throat. I had her, she was right in front of me, begging for me to take her and own her in the exact way I longed to but the residual panic of loss still haunted me and it took me a moment to center myself.

I ran a hand down that crazy beautiful hair, pressing her face into my crotch as I did so. She breathed in deeply, moaning at my scent. My fingers flexed against her head.

“Open my pants and take my cock out.”

A little shiver ran down her back as her quick fingers undid my trousers and wrapped around my painfully hard erection. There was a bright flush painted high on her cheeks and her fingers shook slightly with the force of her arousal. It was enough to make any man feel like a fucking king. How could you not when you had a queen worshipping at your feet?

“Hands behind your back. I want you to use that pretty mouth on me.”

I’d never enjoyed blowjobs before as much as I did with Elle. It had a lot to do with the sight of her pretty pink lips wrapped lewdly around the width of my shaft, how she strained to take the length of me down her throat, working through her gag reflex to slot me into that tight canal. Don’t even get me started on the thrill I got from looking down into her eyes with my dick stuffed down her throat. But mostly, I loved that as soon as I pulled her off me so I could run my fingers, tongue or cock through her pussy, it would be absolutely drenched with arousal.

My erection snapped back up to my stomach when she let go but she was quick to run her tongue up the seam of my balls and the underside of my shaft before taking the entire thing in her mouth with one strong downward suck. She moaned loudly and the sound vibrated through me, sending sparks up my spine.

“You want this don’t you, my siren? You love to take me straight down your throat.”

She moaned loudly. Her lips were tight around my tip as she slowly took every inch of me into her mouth. She tipped her head carefully to look up at me and there was pure, unadulterated rapture in her eyes. The sight was so erotic it made me see stars.

Before I couldn’t, I pulled her off my cock, wincing at the intense pleasure of her lips sucking hard as she tried to keep me in her mouth.

“I have plans for tonight though, and they do not include coming in your mouth.”

She pouted then licked her slick, swollen lips greedily, like she couldn’t stand the absence of my taste in her mouth.

Fuck, she was phenomenal.

Before she could react, I had lifted her into my arms and was depositing her on the bed.

“Close your eyes,” I commanded softly, rewarding her with a kiss to each shut lid as she obeyed.

I got off the bed and went to retrieve the bag of toys I had brought from my suitcase by the front door. Quickly, I grabbed what I needed from the fully stocked bar and shucked my clothes. On quiet feet, I returned to see Giselle lying perfectly still and serene, just as I had left her.

“Good girl,” I said, as I moved around the bed to secure her hands and feet to the old-fashioned bedposts. “I’ve waited ages to have you like this and now we have time, I will not waste it.”

I got off the bed, smiling slightly at her moan of disappointment, and laid out the implements I would need so that they were in easy reach on the bedside table.

“I’m going to touch every inch of your delicious body until your skin is singing and you are beyond begging, until you are shaking and mute with pleasure.”

I watched a flush sweep over her body, my words like a brush inked with desire and brushed across all that creamy skin. I hadn’t craved a paintbrush between my fingers in years but the urge to paint her like that was nearly as strong as the urge to take her.

So, I compromised.

She gasped as I drew the thick, plush head of a clean paintbrush from just behind her ear, down the elegant line of her neck and into the hollow of her collarbone. Her skin pebbled under the soft, ticklish strokes and when I passed circles over her tight nipples, her chest arched off the bed to increase the contact.