He fucked me long and hard and I studied his chiseled face as beads of sweat rolled down both sides. He was entirely too beautiful.
As usual, my body reacted, another powerful orgasm catching me off guard. I threw my head back, forced to dig my nails into his shoulders. Or maybe I just wanted to mark him as he continued to do with me.
Claim him so no other woman dared touch what belonged to me.
I twirled the ring on my finger, amused that as of now, we were still engaged. He was rough and merciless, keeping me rolling through the moment of rapture for as long as possible. When I came down from the second high, I rested my face against his, doing nothing more than trying to catch my breath.
He cradled me against him, rocking back and forth. But he was still hard as a rock, refusing to allow himself any satisfaction.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He nipped my earlobe, striding forward in the water. There was no pushback as he eased me down, spinning me around and pushing me against the wall.
I gripped the edge while he nudged my legs apart, taking the time to brush his fingers down my spine.
Another wave of sensations skittered against my skin as he shoved his hand between my legs, taking the time to tease my aching pussy. When he gripped my hip, pulling me away from the wall and forcing my back into a slight arc, I closed my eyes. I knew what he wanted. I realized exactly what he would take.
And I loved it.
He didn’t disappoint, pressing the tip of his cock against my asshole. “You’re just perfect. Did you know that?”
“Of course I am.”
He nuzzled against my neck and pushed an inch inside. “My dirty little girl. Don’t let that go to your head or I might chain you to my bed.”
“What if I like that?”
“A girl after my own heart. Maybe a cage at the foot of my bed.”
“With water and food bowls?” I shivered as he pressed another inch inside, the discomfort raw and real, but tingles of pleasure followed.
“And a collar and leash. Imagine walking you outside, my beautiful pet. Yes, you are perfect.” He drove the remainder of his cock inside, groaning louder than my moans as my muscles clamped around his shaft.
He held me, taking deep breaths as I shifted back and forth. The discomfort was long gone, giving way to the most incredible tingles I’d ever felt.
After biting down on the nape of my neck, he clamped his hands on mine, folding our fingers together. Then he rocked us, moving with utter precision as he pumped slow and easy.
I pushed back against him, enjoying the moment, still gasping for air as the vibrations danced from one to the other. He refused to stop even as his body began to tense.
We both wanted this to last, but his control was slipping.
Panting, I leaned my head against his shoulder while purposely squeezing my muscles.
“You are so… Fucking bad.” His words were even more guttural and I knew the moment he was ready to erupt deep inside.
His sharp growl floated between us, the sound one of utter bliss. As he continued to rock, he pressed the full weight of his body against mine.
“My perfect wildcat.”
This was sweet and amazing, perhaps telling. We were meant for each other. What that meant neither one of us could explain. One thing was certain.
Letting go wouldn’t be easy.
Not for either one of us.
CHAPTER 27
Christian
“I must say that your hospitality is spectacular.” Andres Lopez stood against the railing of the yacht, marveling at the Florida sunset.
