Mine.
The thought slips in as I drag my mouth along the curve of her neck, caressing my hand on the sensitive spot behind her knee. My mouth moves down to her breasts, dragging my nose over the pink of her flesh before closing my lips hotly around her pebbled nipple. Her back arches off the bed with a moan, hands tugging my hair as she pulls me hard against her chest. I roll my tongue around the bead even as I slide my hand up her thigh and between her legs.
“Wyatt,” she sighs, moaning when I slide my middle finger between her folds. I groan when I find her wet, and when her pussy clenches hard around my finger, I damn near come in my pants. She tugs at my head, pulling my lips back on hers. “Wyatt… I need you.”
“Let me seduce you, baby,” I breathe, adding a second finger and making a come-hither motion to stroke the sensitive part inside of her. She cries out, hips rising off the bed. “Let me apologize for making you wait.”
“Later,” she pants, reaching between us for my cock. I groan when her fingers wrap around my shaft, stroking me and nearly sending me off the edge. “Apologize later. Need you inside of me.”
“Tsk, so impatient,” I say despite my body roaring to take the woman I’ve thought about for the past week.
“Wyatt!”
I push her thighs wider and fist my erection, watching her as I sink my shaft into her. “Fuck!” I growl as I bury my aching cock deep inside of her tightness and the familiar warmth of her pussy. Her arms circle my shoulders as her channel tightens around me. “Goddamn, baby, you’re so fucking tight. I must’ve lost my fucking mind to let you leave.”
“Take me,” she cries out, nails digging into my back and urging me on. So I give in to my baser needs and wrap my hand under her knee and hook it over my hip. I let go of the guilt that’s been hounding me for days and pump hard into her.
“Oh God, yes. Faster,” she cries out, scratching my back as I start to hammer into her, fast and violently.
Time warps as I thrust into her, drinking up every pleasured expression that crosses her face. Every wild tremor that rolls through her body. Every moan and sigh that slips through her lips. Our slick bodies slide together in an erotic dance as I bear into her, every stroke into her slick pussy sending me closer and closer to the edge. “Come with me baby,” I rasp against her lips, dropping a hand between her legs to tease her clit. Not long after, she comes apart in my arms.
She orgasms with a scream, her body trembling underneath me as I drive into her, grinding my cock harder, breath ragged, as I chase my release. When it comes, it floors me. “Goddamn!” I bellow, flattening her to the bed and thrusting into her, faster and harder. She sobs as I drag her into yet another orgasm, nails tearing at my shoulder as she comes, legs shaking as I pour my cum into her in greedy spurts.
“Wyatt,” she gasps, her body thrashing on the bed with every fevered stroke into her body, every move meant to mark and claim her.
Mine.
“You’re mine,” I roar, pushing my mouth against her ear. “You belong to me, Sylvie. I am not letting you go again.”
“Yes,” she sobs, arms tightening around me as our bodies tremble together. Her pussy flexes around my cock, milking me until I have poured everything into her. Heart and soul too. I collapse on the bed, pulling her into my arms and holding her tight. Her soft body against my hard.
“I love you,” I whisper into her hair, kissing her temple.
Sylvie pushes back and levers herself up, draping her arms over my chest as she looks down at me. I let her look her fill, those beautiful eyes scrutinizing me. “You really mean it.” It’s not a question, so I don’t take it as one.
“I love you.”
There’s warmth in her eyes, and I see it before she leans down and presses her cheek to my chest, listening to the beat of my heart. “I love you,” she whispers. “Those two weeks I spent on Adak were the best of my life, and I want many more like those.”
“They’re yours,” I rasp, my hold tightening around hers. “Forever if you want.”
“I do,” she whispers. “I want forever.”
And just like that, the tight band that’s been squeezing my heart from the moment I boarded that plane finally snaps away. Then everything is perfect.
Epilogue
Five Months Later
Sylvie
“And now, you may kiss the bride.”
I trade a knowing look with Acca before turning to Wyatt, who is staring at me like he wants to eat me alive. Heck, I’d let him if there weren’t more than fifty people in his barn watching us. Still, that doesn’t seem to faze him much as his arms circle my waist before I’m pulled flush against him. I swallow a moan when his lips land on mine, nudging mine to open against his in a kiss that sends my toes curling in my heels.
The kiss is possessive and positively dirty. Definitely not something we should share in front of so many people, and yet, I can’t help it. I’m helpless to resist when he touches me, but what else is new. A part of me, the pessimistic voice I could never seem to be able to completely get rid of, was convinced that I would not fit in on Adak Island, so locked away from the city and its chaos. Before moving to Adak, I’d never lived anywhere else but California. Never this far from my family, but here I am, dropping everything to move to a remote island.
What if I didn’t fit in.
