Iwake up with a heavy weight draped across my waist. Nerves try to claw their way up my throat for a split second before I turn my face just enough to see Viggo peacefully asleep next to me.
My shoulders relax and my heart softens as I study the fascinating kraken’s sleeping profile. He’s beautiful. Not only physically, but I really enjoyed his company too. He’s so endearing—funny and awkward and quirky.
Did I just meet someone who matches not only my weirdness but my sexual appetite too?
My entire body is one giant delicious ache after the wild night we had together.
Viggo was insatiable. I was insatiable. He fucked me so good—in every hole. I can’t imagine having plain human sex with a boring human dick after experiencing everything Viggo did to me.
But just the thought of anyone else’s hands on me has my mouth turning down in disgust.
It’s too soon, Juniper. You just met the guy yesterday.The logical part of my brain tells me not to invest too much of my heart too soon, but my romantic side wants to see if there’s a possibility of things developing into something real.
Who am I kidding? Part of me wants to dive into a relationship with Viggo, head first and without thinking about any practicalities. But I’m not that girl. I need to think of my shop and my responsibilities.
Looking down at my body, my eyes trace the patterns Viggo drew on me, my skin glowing with the ink he took straight out of my pussy like it was his personal inkpot.
It was the kinkiest moment of my life.
A happy sigh breaks free from me, causing Viggo to stir. He tightens the hand around my waist and draws me to him.
“Morning, my treasure,” he mumbles sleepily, and presses a kiss to my bare shoulder.
Swoon! No, don’t swoon. Run. But maybe after morning sex?
Fingers digging into my waist, I all but melt against him. Another content sound manages to squeak past my lips and Viggo’s face lights with a smile.
“Sore?” he asks, using a finger to trace the pattern around my breast.
“Yes, but in the best way,” I answer honestly, and try not to squirm. Even in his disheveled state he’s looking good enough to eat. Or good enough to sit on.
“What time do you have to open the shop today?” Viggo asks, drawing tighter circles around my nipple until it’s a stiff peak.
I groan as I spot the clock on the nightstand, then snuggle a little closer to him. “Ten. I’ll have to leave for the dock soon to catch the boat back.”
Viggo lifts onto one elbow, the early morning light clinging to him like he’s its favorite creature as he looks down at me with so much adoration it makes me question everything I’ve known until before I met him.
My heart starts to patter and a jellyfish takes up residence inside my stomach.
Viggo’s hand pauses on my breast, and he chews his lip before asking nervously, “Can I see you again? I mean, I’d like to take you back to Cape Easton myself. And maybe I can see your shop, it sounds so cool. And then I’d like to come back here. After work, I mean. I’ll wait for you. Then maybe cook you dinner? Or we can go to your place? That’s okay too. Or we can eat out, or maybe—”
I cut off his rambling with a fierce kiss and push him down onto his back. Straddling his waist, I bend down to grip his face and look deeply into his horizontal pupils. “I like you, Viggo. I want to see more of you too. I want to see all your treasures. I want to explore Starry Hill with you. I want to get to know you and this community. But…”
“Don’t say but,” Viggo pleads, panic filling his eyes.
I gentle my voice and brush my thumbs across his cheeks. “But I can’t expect you to ferry me around the whole time. It’s not fair to you.”
Abruptly, Viggo sits up and I grab onto his neck so I don’t fall. There’s no need to worry, though, Viggo’s got me safe in his arms.
He places one finger under my chin, his gaze intense, two dark pools swirling with fierce determination. “Iget to decide what’s fair for myself. And I want you, Juniper. Nothing is too much effort, or too difficult, or too complicated when it comes to you.I want you in my bed every night. And I’ll personally ferry you to work every morning. If that’s what you want, of course. But don’t try to push me away for fear of hard work from me. Don’t try to make those types of decisions on my behalf. Because I’m all in—if you’ll let me be.”
“Okay,” I squeak, touched—and more than a little turned on—by his tenaciousness. “I’m in too. But let’s maybe take it one day at a time? Starting with a shower and some ink-removal gel?”
Viggo quirks his head and drags a finger along the ink on my collarbone. “You want to remove all the ink, or only the ones that would be visible to customers?”
“Let’s remove all of it.” Just before Viggo’s disappointment can fully set in, I add, “Then you can have a fresh canvas for some new patterns before we have to get on the boat. Ones that I’ll carry all day, reminded of this moment.”
Viggo’s hands grow hungry, and he cups both my breasts, dragging his thumbs across my nipples until I squirm on top of him.
He leans forward, nips at my bottom lip, then asks, “Can I write my name on you?”
Grabbing the back of his neck for stability, I grind down on his hard cock. “Sure. Can I write mine on you?”
Viggo’s smirk turns wicked, almost dangerous. “Yes. But I want mine visible to everyone. I want them to know I belong to you.”
“Deal. Now, fuck me and ruin me for anyone else ever again.”
