“For fucking ever,” I growl.
Needing to be deeper inside her, I lift her up and flip her onto her back. I yank my shirt off, sending buttons everywhere. That’s the second shirt I’ve ruined to be closer to her.
She looks up at me with half-closed eyes. Her legs spread wide, and that pretty pink pussy peeking back at me. I shove out of my pants, kicking them off at the side of the bed.
Pushing her legs further apart, I place a kiss on her inner thigh and then bite the skin there. She squeals, but her cry quickly turns into a moan as I bury my tongue into her center. I lap at her walls like it’s my favorite ice cream flavor. She’s sensitive after her two orgasms, but I would not be denied my favorite meal.
I suck her lower lips into my mouth and then focus on her pearl. Lapping at it with my tongue, I guide three fingers into her warmth. Sliding them in and out of her like my cock.
She digs her fingers in my hair as she moans and twirls her hips. If someone were on the other side of our bedroom door, they would know exactly what we were doing by the noises we were making.
When her legs close around my head, I don’t stop my assault. She screams as she fills my mouth with her sweet essence. I drink from her until there is nothing left. Climbing up her body, I leave a trail of sticky kisses. Once we are face to face, I stick my tongue in her mouth, allowing her to taste herself. She sucks my tongue like I taught her to do my cock.
Hiking her left leg up over my forearm, I slide back into her without breaking the kiss. Her walls hug me tightly. I grind into her deep and slow, causing her back to curve with each thrust.
Looking into her eyes, I want to tell this woman that I love her. That I would kill for her. That I will lie down and die for her. There is nothing she can ask that I wouldn’t supply. The only thing that she can’t get from me is her freedom.
“You’re mine,” I growl as I sped up my pace. My skin claps against hers. “I’ll never let you go. Fucking ever.”
That was the truth. She claws at my back, leaving welts on my skin.
“Please don’t.”
The tingling starts in the soles of my feet. My balls tighten. I move faster, going deeper, wanting to plant this release in her fucking chest. I push in as deep as I can go. She moans so loudly it would give a porn star a run for her money. I drop my head into her neck and come so damn hard and long I feel like I just unloaded about half my body weight.
Once the feeling fades and I don’t have an ounce of semen left in my body, I roll us to the side facing each other.
Her face is flushed; sweat dots her forehead. The smile on her face is worth it.
“We're going on a little vacation. Just for two weeks.”
Her eyes widened. “I can’t just leave work. I have three clients.”
Placing a kiss on her lips, I quiet her. “We will make arrangements. Remember what I said about not fighting me on certain things?”
She drops her gaze and nods.
I lift her face back to me. “Trust me to take care of everything.”
She’s silent for a moment. Hesitation creasing her brow. “Okay.”
I pull her into me. She lays her head on my chest. Before long, she’s fast asleep. I spent most of the night wide awake thinking of how close I came to losing her and how I was going to make sure that shit didn’t happen again.
chapter Twenty-two
Paradise
Tiffany
It’s been four days since the private jet landed on the island. Four days of tropical bliss. Most of our days are spent either by the pool or the ocean getting in as much family time as we can.
At night, my time is spent making love to my husband. Nico and I have christened this island with our lovemaking. I’m so glad I got an IUD after I had Noah because had I not, I would definitely be pregnant again by now.
The only things on the private island are the four large homes owned by Nico and his brothers. The only people there are the ones employed by the guys for the upkeep of the property.
Today is the first day we’ve left the island. We’re on the mainland. Nico had to handle business, so he brought my mother and I with him to go shopping. Ms. Rose and Noah stayed back at the house. Neither was interested in shopping.
“Sweetheart, let’s look at this store,” Evelyn says, guiding me to a nice little boutique on the strip.
