Water glides over his ripped body. He appears like a work of art handcrafted by the god of temptation himself. Displayed for my hungry eyes in all his magnificent glory, saliva gathers in my mouth, forgetting my game of seduction.
With a will that is beyond my understanding, I remain rooted in place, not wanting to make it that easy for him.
The smirk arching those sinful lips of his is a dead giveaway. He knows I have trouble staying put when all I want is for him to fold, twist, and mold me to him.
Placing my arms on the edge of the pool, I rest my chin on them, openly gawking at him.
Every breath he inhales makes the planes of his muscles ripple. He’s a breathing marble statue with the strength and elegance of a deadly predator.
I roll my eyes at him, and he chuckles, brushing his knuckles over his tattooed chest and palming the dahlia. Potent emotions hold me in a chokehold. “Is it mine?”
“It has always been just yours. Will die beating for you.” He says it like a vow.
“Good to know,” I smile, the reality of us makes me believe dreams come true.
“You tease. I think you need a reminder of what it means to be mine.” His tone drops low enough for a tremor to rock me, awakening a torrent of desires to sweep through me.
I lick my lips, murmuring, “Hmm, yeah, I think you need to refresh my memory.”
Ecstatic. That’s what I feel. This connection between us is soaked in familiarity, dripping with intimacy, bubbling with playfulness. It’s primal, it’s natural. It’s us.
I am so focused on his next move that I barely register the few guards roaming along the perimeter. He flicks his wrist and with that gesture they scatter away.
If I had any doubt, I am sure now. If he doesn’t want his men to be around, it means things will get heated.
I am split between wanting to climb out of his pool and drop in his lap, and wanting to test him a bit more, watching him break apart at the seams.
It’s nothing short of magnificent when I shatter his control. I am the only one he’d break any rules or cross any boundaries for. Lie, cheat, kill with zero remorse. He bends his code of conduct for me just like he loves to bend me over.
He lowers his hand and runs his thumb along the waistband of his swimming trunks, but it’s his big, thick cock tenting them that has me sucking in a breath. Just like that, the ache in my core throbs, intensifying. My insides liquefy to lava, needing him to ease this constant ache.
Addiction wouldn’t even come close to what this is. I am high on his presence alone. His kisses are the ecstasy that paints my life in bright colors. His touches are the speed making my heart pump blood faster through my veins. And like the addict I am, I crave it all, demand everything, forever destined to teeter on the edge of delirium. Anything not to face withdrawal.
But two can play. Smiling at him, I slip off one strap.
I hold his gaze as the other follows. He can’t see my naked chest, my nipples turning into two stiff peaks, but he can imagine. His Adam’s apple bobs, revealing he’s just as affected. Shimming out of it, I throw my bathing suit straight at his chest. The half groan, half grunt he expels has the seductress in me patting my back in pride.
The sun has nothing on the heat burning in his eyes. It’s burning me up. I doubt I will ever escape this raw frenzy.
Submerging under the water, hoping to cool down, I resurface and see he tossed off his swimming shorts and is stroking his cock.
This might just do me in. My thighs clench, the pressure maddening. I am going to lose this game, aren’t I? My pussy is so desperate for his cock, just like my heart is for his love. Lucky for me, I have his all.
He beckons me with a finger, and I shake my head at him, biting my bottom lip.
He smirks. “Don’t make me come for you.”
“I’m fucked either way.”
He smirks. “Be a good girl and obey.”
His command traps me in a trance, and I reach the staircase, pushing myself up.
I sway my hips to him as if it’s my catwalk and offer him an unforgettable show. Naked. Eager. Wanton.
He stares, entranced. In this moment, it’s me who owns him completely. What a heady feeling. I wield so much power over him I feel like a goddess.
“Fuck, you’re breathtaking,” he rasps, that scratchy sound an unmistakable tell of his barely contained desire.
