He’s there, right there.
Closer than he’s ever been before.
A dream I haven’t been able to rid myself of. Right now, I don’t want to. I tried once, and it hurt too much.
I kick, using long, powerful flicks of my fins to propel me higher and faster. I surge up out of the air, spitting out my snorkel, gasping. As I fall back, I find myself laughing and really, truly relaxing for the first time since I’ve come home.
Devon grabs me and drags me up against him. He shoves his mask off, holding it in one hand while he treads water, keeping us up.
“You’re still there, wild Sol?”
I blink up at him, pull off my mask, and then, because it feels right, and I don’t think I’ll ever get to do it again, I lean up and kiss him.
He groans into my mouth, and I arch my back, pressing into him. His tongue pushes inside my mouth, stroking me. I tilt my head to the side as he devours me, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling.
Danger barks, and I pull back, checking. He’s on the raft, wagging his tail at us.
Devon’s fingers trail over my ass and up along my spine. I turn, keeping him in sight as he moves around me.
I put my mask back on, but something’s changed, and Devon circles around me before diving and coming up under me, his hands run up my thighs and over my hips before coming up to slip under my bikini, holding my breasts. I moan into the snorkel, but he tweaks my nipple, steals the fabric, and circles me again.
I kick to the surface and take my mask off again. Danger is sitting there watching. I open my mouth to say something when he wraps around me again, his hot mouth latching onto my breast and sucking hard. Where has his mask gone?
We sink. I take a breath as he drags us down, devouring me. His fingers slip under my bikini bottoms and slip between my thighs, caressing and then sliding easily into me. I exhale bubbles in surprise.
He kicks up, two powerful thrusts of his legs that he imitates with his fingers. My head breaks the surface and the whine I’ve been holding tears out of my throat. He mouths my throat and moves my legs up to circle his waist.
“Take a breath.”
I take one, and we sink down again. He thumb strokes over my clit before pressing his fingers deep into me again. I stare into his eyes and reach up, pulling my mask off so it’s just us. There is so much intensity, I feel like I could burn up.
His hand slides up over my thigh and up my spine, pulling me close.
My mind is whirling. What is happening? Is this really happening? Oh, it feels so good. Devon Hart is finger-fucking me in the ocean.
I silence them all, grinding against him as he works me into a frenzy of pure need.
Over and over, he strokes me until I think I might go insane. We rise to the surface, breathe, and sink down, only for him to drive me wild and repeat. His mouth latches onto my shoulder, my throat, moving constantly over me in the spaces when we come up for air. His hands caressing me into a fire of need.
I am putty in his hands.
“Come for me,” he whispers before we sink down again.
I squeeze my eyes closed, wrapped around him as he pushes me over the edge. He keeps moving his fingers, stealing every single ripple of pleasure that he can. I’m helpless for this alpha.
He shoves up and lazily removes his hand from my pussy. He ducks down, licking saltwater from my jaw.
“Hungry?” he whispers.
I stare at him, amazed, shocked, speechless. “Yeah.”
“Come on. I’m starving.”
Chapter 10
Elijah
Devon’s smug expression is nothing compared to how happy he is in the bonds. I reach out and touch Sofia’s arm, trying to steal her attention. She jolts, sees it’s me, and turns a bright and brilliant red. We don’t need to ask what she’s thinking about; we can all smell how turned on she is. Their date might have been yesterday, but it had an impact.
