Born into Temptation (Devils Will Rise: Melnikov Legacy #4)

Nothing on earth tastes as good as my wife. I’ve known it since I was a teenager. The first time I buried my head between her legs, I’d known I was getting a taste of heaven, nectar straight from the fucking gods. The feminine scent of her, the sweet arousal that had dripped onto my tongue—it had knocked me on my ass then, and it still has the same effect on me now. No matter how many times I drink her in, it will always stun me in the best way possible.

I suck and nip on the pussy I recently shaved, feeling that same sense of ownership it always gives me to know this part of her, like every part, is mine, just as every part of me belongs to her. When I grip the backs of her thighs, spreading her wider, I take a moment to drink in the sight of her splayed open for me. The lingerie she’s chosen looks stunning on her, and I commit every inch of her to memory, because like every moment with her, I never want to forget any of it.

Kissing my way along her smooth skin, I smile when she lets out another soft moan. A subtle rock of her hips has me digging my fingers into her thighs and spreading her even wider. With my mouth hovering over her eager pussy, I say, “This is all you have to do tonight, wife.” I run my nose along her smooth skin, breathing her in. “Just let me worship you. Let me love every inch of you. Let me show you how much I love you.”

She moans my name and brings her hands to my head, threading her fingers into my hair like she loves to do. And when I run my tongue up her slit, lightly delving inside, she lets out a soft gasp and fists my hair tighter. As ready for me as she is, I meant what I said about going slow.