He bites his bottom lip, eyes downcast. “Yes.”
I clutch his jaw and force him to look up at me. “I love it,” I tell him before kissing him again and turning around.
He lays the string of shells across my chest before tying it at the base of my neck.
“This way”—Farron places a kiss on the top of my shoulder—“even when we’re in the Autumn Realm, you’ll never be far from home.”
22
Farron
Dayton’s hand looks so large as he runs it over the necklace. A strange feeling swells in my ribs. He’s wearing something I made.
He takes in a long breath, then grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me against him. Sunbaked warmth spreads through me as our skin touches. It’s like during this last year, Day has unlocked something inside me. How could I never have realized how good this feels? There’s a whole side of life I haven’t known. Or more so, he taught me how to live.
And it’s not just the sex, which is, admittedly, my new favorite hobby, even beating out my old favorite: cross-stitching. But Dayton has shown me that doing scary things isn’t always the worst.
Especially if he’s beside me.
Plus, he’s grown fonder of the library, even if it is only to find the most secluded corners of it.
“Day.” I breathe his name like it’s oxygen, because to me it is.
He pushes me down to the soft sand, our bodies tangled. I hook my leg over his hip and feel his hard length press against me.
“I don’t know if we have time,” I gasp. “The tide.”
Already, the foamy water laps at our feet. Soon, there will hardly be any sand on this little isle at all.
“It can wait,” Dayton growls, shoving his tongue in my mouth before pulling away, tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth.
“You can’t control the ocean, Day.”
“For you, I can.”
Something flashes in those blue eyes, wilder than a storm, deeper than the ocean’s depths. And I know I’ll never make it to shore again.
His gaze narrows, like he wants to ask what I’m thinking, but he must already know.
I’m in love with you, Daytonales, Prince of Summer. All the stars and the sun and the moon could vanish from the sky, and you would be all the light I’ll ever need.
His lips part. He brushes his knuckles along my cheeks.
Did you hear me? Please, hear me.
“Your freckles look so cute in the sun,” he murmurs and captures my lips. Slowly, carefully, like it’s our first kiss.
“Make love to me, Day.”
He kisses the column of my throat, biting and sucking. The intensity of our movements grows. Dayton’s hands are everywhere, sliding over my skin.
Each kiss, each touch, ignites a fire within me. My fingers roam over his back, feeling the taut muscles. My world narrows to a wavering haze of salt and sun and him. The sound of the waves crashing around us barely breaks through my desire. His lips trail down my bare chest, tongue dipping into every indent of my stomach, before his fingers work on the knot of my clothing.
My cock twitches, and my breaths come in quick, heated gasps. I clutch the sand beside me, wet from the tide.
With nimble fingers, Day unwraps the fabric around my waist and throws it to the side. He sits up, and my entire body burns under his gaze.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he says.
