He appreciated the gift.
He cherished her.
With a long, savoring lick along the outer rim of her bottom lip, her mouth opened and their tongues clashed. She followed each brush of his lips as if she had read his mind. His mouth moistened and his head lightened. Her submission stormed across him in a powerful wave, and he became lost in the magical charm.
When his body quaked in desire, he broke their kiss and stared down at her lips swollen from his affection. Her trust wrapped him in a spell of absolute seduction. Her elegance mesmerized him. This woman compared to no one. She held a sweet, sassy soul he vowed to protect.
Under his stare, the wax glowed under the luminous lights above. He gripped his cock covered with her saliva and stroked his shaft, thrusting his hips forward with the pleasure sweeping into him. His groan spoke to the hunger to have her orgasm around his straining cock.
With Cora on her back and her legs spread wide, bound to the horizontal cross, Aidan settled himself between her thighs. Her cunt glistened with moisture, inviting him. He licked his lips, enjoying the sight of her swollen lower lips and clit exposed from its hood. Her taut, perky nipples begged for his tongue. Her sharp, raspy breaths mirrored his desire. The leather, the wax, and her swollen, soaking-wet cunt could be his undoing.
Raw, primal desire pulsed through him as he reached for the condom on the tray. The cool latex slid easily over his shaft. Without pause, he removed the distance and placed his erection against her slick opening.
A fiery wave rushed through his veins as he entered her. Her soft moan gave him goose bumps. He answered her pleasure with a deep groan. With flexed muscles, burning with the strain of holding back, he pushed slowly into her. Cora’s chin lifted and her breathing hitched, as her thighs trembled against his hands.
Aidan sensed the crowd closing in beside them. Cora’s lips parted wide with her moan. The watchful eyes aroused Cora, as they did him. Though the show wasn’t about him, it was about her.
Beauty held nothing over Cora and what she looked like getting fucked. Her cheeks were bright red, her sensual sounds were honest—she withheld nothing. Together, they made fucking look good.
He moved faster and grunted as the sucking sounds of their lovemaking charged across him. Each squeeze of her inner muscles made him thrust harder. Every sensual gasp she gave narrowed his world to her.
Her perky nipples captured his gaze, as did the feminine curves of her body. He scanned over the sweat beading on her forehead to her squinted eyes. Her mouth was wide open, releasing cries of delight.
The sight of the leather pinning her to the metal cross made his cock throb deep inside her. The wax sparkled, and knowing he’d played with her on his terms and that she’d allowed it erased the last thread of his control.
Gorgeous. Hot. Wet. Tight.
On a long inhale, consumed by the musky scent of their lovemaking, he gave in to the demands of his body. He quieted his thoughts of her needs and he pushed his wants to the forefront of his mind.
Fuck her now.
With rough, primal masculine craving, he grasped her damp thighs and thrust faster, harder, until he pumped into her with determined speed. She screamed so loud it echoed off the club’s walls. She struggled against the leathers, her head whipping from side to side.
He bowed his head and his eyes closed as her pussy spasmed, practically vibrating on his cock. Pins and needles trickled along his spine, and he grunted with each thrust as he fought against the tightness in his sac. “Open your eyes.”
She blinked once before her big, icy-blue eyes that stood out against her long, chocolate-colored hair widened. Not a second later, her inner walls clamped like a vise against his rock-hard shaft.
With harsh breaths, he battled his pleasure, needing her to fall over the edge first. To ignore the affection building inside of him and how crazy she made him feel, he glanced into the mirror. Sweat slid down his spine as he spotted the dragon he’d drawn with the wax on her belly and how it glowed under the black lights with all of its bright colors.
Savagely, he pumped into her and her inner muscles convulsed around his penis. Her dark eyes were transfixed on the dragon, a telling sign that she understood his action, the wax design was meant as a compliment. Only Cora, a submissive so perfect, deserved to wear the Club Sin symbol. Her breath cut off and her body shook in hard quakes.
He loved the quiet before the storm.
Under the force of his pleasure, his eyes fluttered shut and lips parted with his grunts. His muscles burned with each flex as he moved faster, pounding into her tight heat. Ecstasy sizzled across his overheated flesh. He slid his hands over her damp skin to grasp her hips. He forced himself to look at her, and at the striking view, he thrust into her with loud slaps, skin against skin.
Leather. Wax. Perfect little nipples. Tight cunt. Sweaty skin. Feels so good …
His lungs expanded with deep, satisfied breaths as her inner walls continued to steal his control. He rose up on his toes, thrusting deeper, unafraid to hurt her. They’d done this many times before. She could take it.
Her slick heat clamped against his shaft and her chin angled up as he pounded into her, almost ruthlessly. Her sensual moans shifted to uncontrollable screams, burning across him in a whirlwind of desire. His eyes pinched shut as he buried himself into her, and she squeezed him tight. Fiery pleasure burned up his spine and pooled into his groin. He roared, bucked and jerked, falling into a state of incoherence.
When the final shot of cum escaped the tip of his cock, his muscles gave out and he dropped on top of her, resting his head against the warm wax on her stomach. He lost sight of it all. There was no Club Sin. No pleasure, only a satisfied exhaustion.
Moments later, his thoughts returned and lightness overtook him. He pressed his hands against her slick, sweaty thighs and lifted himself off her. Bright, glossy baby blues watched him closely. So pretty. Euphoric tingles danced into his soul, and he smiled. “All right?”
“If you mean, was that mind-blowing?” With flushed skin, she gave him her soft, sassy laugh. “Then yes, I’m perfectly all right, sir.”
Aidan chuckled, smoothing away the damp, dark strands of her hair off her forehead. Lost in her gaze, his heart swelled and her satisfaction carried him away to a place so exquisite he never wanted to leave.