“That’s it,” I groaned, feeling her slick heat, her hips grinding against my hand. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I want to make you come right here. I want to feel you explode on my fingers.”
I increased the pressure, my fingers moving faster, sliding through her wetness with ease. She continued to moan while her hips bucked against my hand.
“Santo,” she whispered. “I’m... I’m going to...”
I tore my eyes off the sky to watch her, to see her bite her lip, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.
“That’s it, aggelé mou,” I growled. “Come for me. Scream my name.”
Her body tensed, her hips pressing hard against my hand. Then, with a cry, she came, her body convulsing, her wetness coating my fingers.
“Santo!” Her voice was filled with pleasure, her body shuddering as she climaxed.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I murmured, my dick painfully hard, straining against my pants.
Suddenly, the helicopter lurched, banking sharply. Alarms blared. “Shit!” I pulled my hand from her pants, both palms gripping the controls as we tilted, the horizon spinning wildly.
Tia’s scream pierced through the headset as I wrestled the aircraft back to level flight, my heart hammering against my ribs. When we stabilized, her trembling hands fumbled to zip her jeans. Her eyes, still dilated with pleasure, now flashed with anger and residual fear.
“You could’ve killed us,” she hissed, voice unsteady.
I brought my fingers to my mouth, maintaining eye contact as I licked them clean, savoring her taste. “Worth it.”
She stared at me for a long moment, then shook her head in disbelief. “You’re outta your damn mind,” she muttered, but I saw her smile before she looked away.
I wanted to pull her into my lap, let her feel exactly how insanely I wanted her. But I kept my hands on the controls.
As we broke through the clouds, Thalassía came into view, sunlight blazing off the sea. Tia leaned forward, her shoulder pressing against my arm, the scent of her arousal flooding my senses. I could drown in her.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
I watched her, not the island. The wonder in her eyes, the soft parting of her lips, the hunger for something new.
This was working perfectly. Two weeks into my plan, and Tia was falling right into place. Katalina’s daily texts had grown increasingly desperate. I would claim Tia publicly as mine soon, ensuring everyone knew we were a couple.
The best part? Tia’s genuine nature made her the perfect unwitting accomplice. She’d be hurt temporarily when it ended, but she’d move on, while Katalina would never recover from the humiliation.
“That’s the island.”
We landed on the narrow airstrip with a gentle bump. I powered down the engine, and the sudden silence felt almost oppressive after the constant drone accompanying us for the past hour.
“Welcome to Thalassía,” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. “Population. Us.”
Tia was still gazing out the window, her expression awed. “It’s even more beautiful from the ground,” she murmured.
I slid out, circled the aircraft, and opened her door. “Careful,” I murmured, offering my hand.
She hesitated, then took it. As she stepped down, her foot slipped. I caught her, her soft body pressed flush to mine, fitting perfectly.
I crushed my lips to hers, pushing her back against the helicopter’s side. Her surprise melted into surrender as her lips parted. I pressed harder, pinning her with my hips, one hand grabbing her ass.
Tia’s palms pressed firmly against my chest, pushing me back. She turned her face away, breathing hard, her lips still glistening.
“Santo,” she whispered, voice unsteady. “We shouldn’t. This is—”
“We absolutely should,” I interrupted, tracing her swollen lower lip with my thumb. “You can’t tell me you don’t like it.”
She shook her head. “Kat is my friend. This would be—”
