Male POV (this is from a book I’m writing. Just wanted to share something spicy.)

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My fingers grip around her neck and I pull her to me. A flash of lightening illuminates her shuddering chest.

The ocean rolls and angry waves splash up on the deck of my villa.

“Why are you here, gorgeous.” I ask in a dangerously low voice.

“I-“ she starts as I slowly back her to the wall.

“You. What?” I gauge slowly. The words rolling past my lips so effortlessly. She brings me to this space, where sensual, dark thoughts lurk in my mind. The things she’d let me do to her… fuck me. This. Her. She’d fucking ruin me again and I’d let her.

Swallowing my thoughts down, the softness of her skin greets me as I let the fingers of my left hand trace the crest of her water covered mounds. She wore one of those push up bras to make them sit perkier.

“I want…” Her voice fades off as her back touches the wall and another flash of lighting illuminates my villa.

“You shouldn’t be here…” I say, tightening my grip. “I told you.” I start as I hover my lips over her plush ones. Her breath tickles my lips as she pants for me. From the arousal I’m sure I’ll find if I delve my fingers between the waist band of her shorts.

I am fucking ravenous for her.

“That you would ruin me…” she whispers as a whimper passes her lips. The small sound, her sure voice makes me focus on her again. My eyes trace down the curves of her thick frame and I can already feel the throbbing sensation… my need to be buried deep inside her.

“I told you,” I say as a brush my tongue over her bottom lip. “That your pussy would weep for me, Denise. That every time you see me, you’d have me buried deep inside of you. And I’d erase every memory of that man you call your husband.”

She huffs, but I don’t miss the soft moan in the back of her throat.

“You doubt that?” I ask pulling my body away. It protests. Missing her heat and the way she smells.

She doesn’t answer me, but she shifts against the wall. Her brown eyes fixed on mine.

“Tell me,” I ask slowly, letting my eyes roll over her luscious body once more. “Who makes you praise God.”

“No one,” she challenges. A small smirk on her face.

I click my tongue at her, then pull her towards me. With a quick shift, I spin her, guiding her to my bed. A small squeak passing her lips as I do it. We tumble to my bed in a mass of limbs as she grips me like an anchor.

“I’ll give you another chance to rethink your answer.”

“No one makes me praise God but me, Han,” she whispers. The puff of warm air tickles my lips before I dip my head down and trace up her neck to her ear lobe with my nose.

A chuckle breaks free as i look back into her eyes, then i reach into the drawer beside my bed.

“No one?” I muse as I ease her arms over her head. The click of the hand cuffs makes her gasp.

“Han, we can’t”

“Safe word?” I ask as I secure one of her wirst to the headboard, then cuffing her other one.

“Han…”

“That’s not what you chose the last time.” I slip off the bed and watch her body on display for me as the lightening flashes. “When your husband watches you take my fucking dick so deep you forget he was in the room jacking off to the sounds he could never make you make.”

Lightly, my finger tips brush up her ankle and she whimpers. A beautiful fucking sound that has me placing a kiss to the other as a smirk forms in my lips.

“Not when you said you praised God because my tongue made you cum. Or these fingers that made you see stars in the pews while your husband preached because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself… and neither could I.”

“Sapphire,” she gasps. “That’s my safe word.”

“Good girl,” I say climbing on the bed and easing her cotton pajama pants down, then slipping out of mine. “Now, be a good First Lady and tell God how good I make you feel.”