His lips bounce. “Perhaps. It’s quite the view.” He runs his hand along his jaw.
“Hmm.” I reach back and pull the string on the side of my bottoms causing them to fall away. I feel like being naughty. I feel like making him wild with need. Then I need him inside me. I need to feel my king. My husband. My lover. I need to feel love and heat and passion.
He sucks in a rush of air as I kick them away, leaving me naked before him. I roll onto my back and trail my hands along my body.
“My queen, I did not give you permission to touch yourself.”
Ah. There he is.
“No?” I shrug, feigning indifference. “But it feels so good.” My hands slip along my breasts, down the slope and rise of my stomach, and over my pussy. The pleasure is almost as great as the relief I’m feeling. I want sex. I’m turned on. I could laugh with how incredible that feels. It’s like I’m alive again.
Sebastian did that for me.
I quirk a finger at him, but he shakes his head.
“Spread your thighs wider. Play with your pussy. Fingeryour cunt. But you’re not allowed to come. I simply want to watch.”
And he does. The bastard sits on the edge of the bed, just out of my reach, and watches me touch myself. Well this backfired on me.
“So fucking perfect. Look at you.”
“Please, Sebastian,” I beg, craving him like a woman on the edge, even as I touch myself. I rub my clit, but it’s not what I want. It’s not what I need. “I need you inside me now. No waiting. No foreplay. Just take me.”
He doesn’t need any further encouragement.
With a growl, he rips his shirt from his head along with his trunks.
He hovers over me, his blue-gray eyes serious and dangerous. “Are you sure?”
“I need you to fill me up. I need to feel you.”
His fingers trace my opening, already finding me soaked and ready for him. In one bold move, he thrusts straight into me, wrenching gasps and groans from both of us.
His eyes hold mine, our fingers linked as he hovers over me and pumps into me, his mouth coming in and kissing me, tasting me, loving me. He fucks me with an unhurried pace, with his eyes never straying from mine for long. We get lost in each other like this, as we always do, with the setting sun and the sea as our background. It’s as if our souls are intertwined, healing the wounds we’ve both suffered and making us whole once more.
He's both the beast and the man. Fucking and powerful and commanding while loving and taking care of me. The one who fills my heart with endless wonder and promise.
“I love you, Bellamy,” he whispers, his voice hoarse after he’s brought us both to a shuddering climax.
“I love you. Always.”
20
BELLAMY
The next morning, I stand in front of the full-length mirror in our cabin, my fingers trembling with excitement as I peel off my sundress, leaving me clad only in my bikini. I’ve never been shy about overt displays of sexuality, especially with Sebastian, but there is something extra about being on this yacht, surrounded by the love and laughter of our family, that makes me feel bolder than ever before.
Or maybe it’s that I have my confidence back. My light.
“Wow,” a low voice murmurs from behind me, making me shudder in anticipation. Sebastian stands in the doorway, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in my scantily clad form.
“Hi,” I tease. “Can I help you with something? You’re staring awfully hard.”
He grins as he approaches, slowly, deliberately, his footsteps echoing softly on the polished wood floor.
“That’s because you make me awfully hard, my queen,” he breathes, stopping just inches from me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. “You are so fucking sexy, I can’t get enough.”
“Then don’t,” I whisper, turning so I can trace the lines ofhis muscular chest through his thin shirt. His hands find my waist, pulling me closer until there is no space left between us. He leans in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting more.
