I’m hard. So hard it hurts, my cock straining against the confines of my jeans just from the feel of her lips, her heat, the way she clings to my shirt like she never wants to let go. The world shrinks to the taste of her, the sound of her soft gasp into my mouth, the beat of her heart thrumming against mine.
And then—sharp clapping breaks over us, a ripple of delighted whoops and cheers that makes Lily jerk back slightly, flushed and wide-eyed.
I keep my hand at her back, my chest rising and falling as I look down at her, unwilling to let her move more than an inch.
“You two,” the instructor says, grinning broadly, “you are naturals. So much chemistry!Perfecto!”
Lily’s laugh bubbles out, breathless and embarrassed, and we both look at the class and bow.
The instructor claps his hands, grinning. “That is enough for today! Class dismissed. Go, enjoy the sunset. And you two—” he gestures between us, “—practice. You are made for this dance.”
The group begins to scatter, the music still pulsing faintly behind us, but the moment we step out of the circle, the noise and movement fade away.
Sand shifts under our feet as we start back, her hand sliding into mine like it’s been there all along. She looks up at me through her lashes, the tips of her ears still colored pink from the dance.
“Home?” she asks softly, a single word wrapped in hope.
I like the sound of that.
“Home,” I agree, the word deep in my chest.
She smiles at that—small, knowing—and we walk, hand in hand, back toward the private villa, complete with a private beach and accommodations.
We walk back in the comfortable silence we have created over the last two days, the only problem being that every time I glance down at her, she’s already looking up at me—expectantly, her lips parted.
“What’s that look for Moya?” I whisper, making the tops of her ears turn that vibrant shade of pink in the moonlight.
She looks away from me, and down at the wooden steps, covered in sand that lead to our villa. “N-nothing. There’s like no look. I just…it’s stupid. Tonight has been perfect.”
She says perfect as if she had to force it from her mouth, and I shake my head, a small chuckle that only she can draw out of me comes out. “It doesn’t sound perfect.”
“Well, it is!” She says, her voice rushing out. “We walked the canal. You cracked open that coconut. We had an amazing meal. We were the best dancers in the class. Perfect, totally romantic day.”
I stop outside the door, and look down at her. She looks flustered and frustrated, interlocking her fingers just to flex them over and over again. I reach out and hold her wrists, stopping her.
“Lily,” I rasp, leaning into her until her back is nearly flush to the wall.
Her eyes widen—round, helpless, like a doll someone forgot to put away. That lip is caught between her teeth again, taunting me, and it takes everything not to rip it free with my mouth. I want to bite it until she tastes blood. I want every sound she makes to be mine.
“I was told to behave on this honeymoon,” I murmur, low and dangerous. “Told to play the gentleman. That if I did even half the things I think about when I look at you, you’d run from me. Is that true?”
She shakes her head, silent. I don’t accept silence.
“Say it,” I growl, the words vibrating against her skin. “Use your mouth, or I’ll find a better use for it.”
She releases her lip with agonizing slowness, and I feel the heat coil tighter in my gut. “I-I want this. I want us.”
“Lily-”
“No,” she snaps, her brows furrowed as she tries to jerk closer to me. “Listen Alek, I want you like now, not later, or tomorrow or never, okay? I just-”
I cut her off, seizing her wrists and pinning them above her head. Not hard enough to bruise—yet—but enough that she feels how useless it would be to fight. Her body curves away from the wall, her chest brushing my own, and my free hand locks around herwaist. Moonlight slices across my face, and from the way her breath stumbles, I know my smile looks feral.
“I wish you hadn’t said that, Moya,” I breathe, almost a confession.
Her voice is barely there. “W-why?”
“Because the man I am,” I murmur, my grip tightening on her wrists until I feel the blood pulse beneath my fingers, “would shred this dress from your body and fuck you against this door until you forgot your own name.”
