Sinfully His
Priyal Dessaihe calls me his wife but we're not marriedmy husband's affair, my anniversary gift
he says, his voice rough with desire as he lowers his mouth to my core, his tongue tracing slow, languid circles that make my head spin.
My toes curl, my fingers digging into the couch as he continues, each flick of his tongue sending shivers through me, the pleasure building until it’s almost too much. I can feel myself losing control, my breaths coming faster as he pulls me closer and closer to the edge. “Ric, please…”
“Please what, Natalie?” he asks, his tone possessive as he lifts his head, his eyes locking onto mine. “That waist chain I gave you. What does it say? Huh? Remind me, who do you belong to?”