“You’re the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Is this what you came for?” 

His voice was low and rough.

“I…” She tried to focus as his tongue roamed. “I came for…”

“What did you come for, princess?” 

“To give you a treat,” she got out before his mouth clamped on her clit. “Oh my God! I can’t!” Her head jerked violently to the left as pleasurable zaps lanced through her body. Just when she thought she was going to go over the edge, he pulled back. 

“A treat,” he purred as he strummed her clit with calloused fingers. “Yes, you brought me a tasty treat.”

“Not me. A sweet, uh…” Her mind short-circuited as he toyed with her. Why couldn’t she think of that round pastry she bought from the coffee shop? That gooey thing with chocolate chips that had seemed so divine, now she couldn’t think of anything more appetizing than sticking her tongue in her husband’s mouth or sucking him off. 

He groaned against her pussy, making her walls convulse as it yearned to be invaded and used. 

“You’re the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”

She reached down and slid her fingers into his damp hair. “Jamie.”

He surged to his feet and gripped the front of her throat to pull her into a sitting position. She swayed, dizzy with desire and what she knew was coming. He held her gaze as he slid inside her, as he filled her until she was uncomfortably full. His hand flexed around her throat as he began to move torturously slow. 

“You’re trying to kill me,” she said through clenched teeth. 

His lips lifted in a pained smile. “Pain reminds you you’re alive.” His gaze lowered to where they were joined. “There’s no better hell than this.”

She tugged at the hand collaring her. “Hell?”

His hold tightened enough to make her go rigid. He pressed his forehead against hers, that devil’s gaze swimming with dark desires that sent flashes of fear and curiosity through her overloaded nerves.  

“Thought I knew what hell was until you,” he said against her lips. “Thought I knew what heaven was too, but you proved me wrong again.” 

“I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to,” he said as his hand reluctantly left her throat so he could tug off her coat. 

**This is a raw draft of Bitter Confessions. Please do not share or distribute.

A little context... she goes to his office intending to give him a treat--cookies that she picks up after her meet with Sarai. He doesn't notice this when she comes in so this misunderstanding in their dialogue made me laugh.