He roared her name. “Portia.” He bucked underneath her, his hips going wild. Coming into her, he lifted her right off the bed.
* * *
Sin’s brains had turned into mush. Intelligent thought left the instant he came. Portia was the only woman who’d ever made him feel like this. Even when he’d been nineteen, when he indulged in bondage, brothels, and orgies, his orgasms had never left him feeling like this. He’d used to be left exhausted. He’d never been left exhausted with a smile on his lips and a glow in his heart.
The look on her face had undone him. Her absolute shock when she came, then the utter delight. She wasn’t faking it, as so many courtesans did, because they were too busy calculating to enjoy sex.
The way she’d sucked his cock, exploring pleasure with him—it had made him finally see real intimacy in sex.
He also felt a certain selfish pride. No other man had ever made Portia come. It gave him the desire to crow from the rooftops. But he would never do that to Portia, never boast about her.
She was special. Unique.
He’d never known such joy.
In the middle of murders, being hunted by a madman, he’d found joy for the first time in his life.
No—the second time.
The only other time he’d been happy in his life was when she’d said yes. When she’d agreed to marry him.
He’d let her go then, because he thought she deserved to find happiness with someone else.
Now, he owed her respectability. He owed her rescue. Not just from the killer, but from the sharp-clawed matrons and hypocritical gentlemen of Society.
But first—
Sin rolled her onto her stomach on their damp, messy bed. Rounded and tempting, her two sweet ass cheeks wobbled. She was so slender but curvaceous in delightful places—like her tits and sweet ass. He planted a kiss on both cheeks. Parted them and kissed her small, puckered anus. Lifting her bottom, he licked the bridge between pussy and ass, slid his tongue into her pussy.
His cock, which should be exhausted, was rising again.
He had to admit he was proud of it.
“Do you want more, Portia?” he asked. “Another orgasm?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
He heard the shy note in her tone. Sliding his hand between her legs from behind, he opened her nether lips and teased her clit.
She moaned. Lifted her hips to him.
He wedged his cock, now almost rock-hard, against her pussy. So slick, like heated cream. Her pussy would grip him tight, surround him with so much tight heat, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He just wanted to make her come first. He needed to hear her scream with ecstasy.
Her hair was half out of its pins and he took the time to free her tumble of red hair completely. It glimmered, gold strands shining amongst the rich, exotic red. Burying his face in the silky thickness, he licked her neck. His cock was pressing against her silky pussy lips, with just the head drenched in her juices and held tight.
He suckled her delicate neck, sucked and kissed until she squirmed underneath him. Moaning for him.
Yes, this was what he wanted.
This intimacy.
God, yes. Sin groaned out loud as he slid into her sweet cunt. Pleasing her was his only desire. With his finger, he toyed with her clit and he slid his other hand over the rounded curves of her ass. Then up along her smooth sensual back. She was supported on her arms, and he moved his hand beneath her to her delectable tits. He bridged her nipples with thumb and forefinger.
Portia moaned at the teasing pressure.
She was so wet, one long, slow thrust brought his cock inside her. To the hilt.
Yes. Lord, yes.
He withdrew, until only the tip was wet, then thrust in again. Filling her. Diving into pure, sweet heaven. Over and over.
He kissed her hungrily, cupping her left breast, playing with her clit. She rocked with him, moaning, “Yes. Yes.” Her ass lifted to him, a soft pillow for his groin to impact.
He moved his hand from her breast, ran down her, fingered her anus.
“Oh, Sin!” she cried. Her head arched. Her body rocked madly.
He felt it. The rush of heat and wetness inside her. The pulse of her muscles. But her moans and cries and writhing body let him know she was coming hard.
She sobbed his name. And he lost control.
His climax seared him, heart and soul.
Braced on his arms, he shuddered as the pleasure ebbed away, as his come shot out of him, drained him. He withdrew, collapsed beside her. The bed jiggled as his weight hit. He was too exhausted, sated, to do more than just fall beside her. Then, he managed to wrap his arm around her. On her side, her cheeks pressed to the bed, she faced him.
Her gray eyes sparkled, brilliant as the sun on dew drops.
Sin knew what he owed her now. But under what terms? How could he do what was honorable, what was expected, and still make her happy?