He caught me before I could make it there.
Chapter 44
Sistine
We could have been on the island for a day or for an entire month. I was not sure. The weather continued to be fierce, but it was a dull note in the background.
All I could feel was my husband.
All I could see wasmyhusband.
All I could smell wasmyhusband.
All I could taste wasmyhusband.
I had escaped to a magical place where only he and I existed, no barriers, no interruptions, and time was as mysterious as he was. If time ever began to make sense to me again, I knew it would feel as though it was made of chains, pulling us back to reality.
I wanted to live on the island forever.
With him.
Myhusband.
It felt as if time had gotten caught up in the slow breezes I had felt when we first arrived, in the stormy winds rustling the palm fronds. They seemed almost ready to take flight from the roof.
Tempowas lost to this island. We could not find it.
Therefore, it could not find us.
In the not finding, we only found each other.
No interruptions.
All we did was eat, make love, and sleep. Or, rather, I slept. If Mariano was not using my body in every delicious way possible, he was holding me close, breathing me in, running his calloused hands along my skin, singing softly to me when I asked him to. It was as if he was lost to me, and he could not stop. He called it obsessed, possessed, completely his—mine.
We bathed, but not often, and when we did…we made love again before we were fully clean.
I was obsessed, possessed, completelyhis.
The thought of it felt so good, a moan came from the hidden, deep cave that seemed to exist inside of me. I had no idea it existed until Mariano found it. This time, the thought of no interruptions went even deeper, and the sound from my mouth reflected that. It felt as if it rattled my lungs and burned through my chest.
“Fuck,” he said, and he went so deep inside of me, I made the same noise, but it was even more intense.
Louder.
Deeper.
My heart was about to beat out of my chest.
My lungs burned.
My thighs and legs trembled and ached.
The pulse between them beat as hard as my heart.
The tide of pleasure inside of me was rising, rising, rising, until it washed through me.
He stilled inside of me, his face not a mask of pleasure, but true pleasure that made me almost lose control. His truth was stronger than any storm, and it swept me up, away, and I was as lost to it as time was.
