Sinsation (Book Two)

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He ropes my legs across his back.

I catch my breath. He has my brain melting! "Wh...what do you want me to text?"

Jace nips his teeth up the side of my neck, going to my ear to say, "any scratch marks on your back?"

I shift my waist at his hot breath on my earlobe. I type and send it to the guy. He scratches his nails up my legs. I mumble and puff out air. "That feels so good."

"It's better on your back." My hubby carries me to the kitchen island, laying me atop it, face first. He rips open the back of my robe, tearing apart the lace. The ripping fabric swells my bean. The phone buzzes. I place it down on the counter so he can see. The guy's name is Danny.

He texts: Not yet, baby.

Jace glides his nails down my back. I arch it in response. His touch leaves a burning tickling. My skin is crackling! I mumble out pleasure. He mounts the counter, caging me in. My hubby leans to speak into my ear, "how deep do you want it?" My fingers shakily type his words and send. "What he says...applies to you. Get ready."

I breathe quickly, watching the chat bubbles load. I just unlocked a new type of arousal. A three-way foreplay!

Danny: As deep as you can.

Oh, hell!

His fingers bend at the knuckles, Jace's nails dig down my spine. I curl my toes at the pressure and tense up. The sensational clawing reach farther than the skin layer. The feel deepens past my veins, igniting inner steam. Spiciness spasms my spine. Jace's free hand razor along my lower stomach, crippling my guts into a bunch of knots. 

My core quivers uncontrollably. His teeth scrape across the nape of my neck. He plays with the strings of my body as if I'm an instrument. I whimper and twist my waist side to side. My belly seizures from his nails. Tiny needles prickle the blood flow in my veins to Arctic temperatures. The pleasure torture blinds me, psychologically disabling me to respond to the message.

So Jace takes over. He uses speech to text: "what about teeth marks?" My love flips me around to bite the below my thumb. Deep enough to leave marks. The blissful pain has me gasping. I imprint my teeth marks on the side of his hand. Jace growls sultrily. An incoming message draw our attention:

Danny: Will you be my vampire queen this Halloween?

My husband texts back: 👄, then says, "well...will you?"

I clutch the back of his head with both hands, tugging him to my neck. "I'll be your Elvira." I etch my teeth across his jugular, delicately nibbling. "My Dracula..."

"How about I get a sneak peek. There's a dungeon."

"Show me."

JACE

The ancient dungeons have been somewhat remodeled, the north wing boasts crown molding and domed archways. The west wing is untouched, authentic. An obvious chamber for prisoners. The shackles on the wall stretch to loops hanging on the ceiling. I step to the side so Madi can enter the stone jail cell.

My baby is enticed. "All we need is your equipment to start the peg party."

"We fly back tomorrow night...first the orgy...then playtime at the penthouse."

Her crystal eyes examine a pull machine which expands your limbs to the max with a single rope. "That looks dangerous."

"It is...you'll be wide open for me."

"Completely exposed." She walks to yank the rope. The black, metal clamps snap outwards like a rat trap. My wife staggers back, startled. "Maybe I'm not ready for this yet..."