The villa was quiet except for the distant crash of waves and the ragged sound of our breathing.
John’s wedding ring caught the low light as his hand slid up my bare thigh, pushing the silk sheet higher. We had barely made it out of the ceremony clothes before he had me pinned beneath him, but that first frantic round had only taken the edge off. Now the real hunger lived between us 🥹 Slow, deep, and relentless.
“Mrs. Larry,” he murmured against my collarbone, voice rough like gravel and sin. “Say it again.”
“I’m your wife,” I whispered, arching as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin just above my n****e. “Yours, John Larry. Completely.”
A dark, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest. He sucked my n****e into his mouth hard enough to make me cry out, tongue swirling, teeth teasing until
