I feel so sexy under his heated gaze as he peruses every inch of me, Adam’s apple bobbing.
He helps me into the pool. The cold water hits my feverish skin, making my teeth clatter, but I push through the discomfort.
Once submerged, I swim to the edge, where he crouches, not losing eye contact.
I tilt my head, beckoning him. “Come join me.”
“That’s not a good idea,” he groans.
“Join me, or I’ll undress.”
I am beyond playing with fire. I think I merged with a flame.
His eyes flash with the promise of a punishment I am too eager to experience.
Just to mess with him, I slip one thin strap off my shoulder.
He snaps his face up, scanning the perimeter. For the first time, I don’t see any guards.
He shakes his head at me. “You’re asking for trouble.”
“I’m your trouble.”
I don’t know why I constantly assert myself as his. Maybe to hold on to this reality that threatens to slip through my fingers like an unforgivable current.
His features soften. I am the cause and the cure. That knowledge is so potent that it makes me feel powerful.
He undresses to his boxer briefs and dives into the water. Arms stretched out above his head, he splits the water with the grace and lethality of a shark.
I am too fascinated to swim away, save myself. No, I want to be eaten up by him. Faced with predators, you run or play dead, not watch mesmerized—unafraid. But no one infuses so much self-belief as my predator.
It does things to me knowing he would raze the world to nothing but skeletons and ash if something would even dare touch me. That irrefutable fact emboldens me.
He surrounds me, his sandy hair darker now, just like those deep silver eyes. His presence exhilarates me.
He backs me against the wall behind the waterfall. My ears ring. Not with the sound of water, but with the deafening sound of my arousal.
“You caught me. Now what?” I ask breathlessly.
He cups the back of my neck and slams his mouth on mine, stealing the breath from my lungs and the heart out of my chest.
I liquefy in his arms as he slips his other hand in my bikini top, tugging at my nipple. I heave myself up his torso, crossing my legs low at his hips and locking my arms around his neck.
“You turn me into a madman,” he growls low, slipping the bikini to the side of my pussy and lifting me by my waist.
I whisper in his ear, “Good, because I’ve been crazy for you all my life.”
My words break his control, and he takes himself out, guiding his cock to my pussy. With one deep thrust, he bottoms out, not giving me any time to adjust to the penetration. Taking what’s his. Primal. Raw. Savage.
Fucking me in the pool’s grotto, I must cry out harder than intended because I turn deaf from my blood rushing in my ears.
The pleasure is exquisite.
The surrender inevitable.
The submission guaranteed.
He slips two fingers inside my mouth. “Be quiet and I might let you come faster.”
