I know what it is, and I clench my ass on instinct.
She glares. “I took your monster cock inside and you’re afraid of a tiny finger. I’ve heard it makes a man cum hard.”
“You’re a truly selfless soul,” I grumble, aware I’ll give in.
She arches a brow in challenge. “You want my ass again? Let me have this.”
“You better spread yourself open the next moment after you have your finger in my ass.”
“You’re the best. Love you,” she says, her eyes widening, clear panic in her voice while I could fucking soar.
Before she freaks out, I pull her to my chest. “You better, as I don’t give up my ass to just anyone.”
A peal of laughter rocks her chest, and I cup her cheeks, rubbing my nose against hers. “I love you. You have no idea how much, mi sol.”
And then she pushes her finger into my asshole, grinning. She is something else, and I am a sucker for her.
She massages my prostate, proving she’s also right because, fuck, it makes me shoot my load like nothing else.
“See. I was right.”
“You’re always right,” I groan, accepting my destiny.
23
ZARA
After two weeks of sheer bliss, I feel so close to him—our hearts have developed a bond nothing could destroy. Nothing could come between us.
On the jet, I snuggle into his side, and he kisses the top of my head. Closing my eyes, I savor his love as it spreads through my body like wires of pure light, making my insides buzz with life.
I lift my chin, meeting his gaze as it peers straight into my soul, his wide smile touching every part of me. I wish we’d stayed on the island and never left paradise. A fear nags at my happiness, its sharp teeth scratching at the frail bubble and threatening to burst it at any second.
I don’t know where it stems from and have no idea how to eradicate it, but it pulses under my ribs, making it hard to breathe. “Promise me it’s always going to be like this.”
If it’s a dream, I don’t want to wake up to be thrust back into an unforgiving nightmare. Losing him is unfathomable.
His chest vibrates with a deep sound ringing with determination, but a hollow echo of agony accompanies it. “I can promise you the world and lay it at your feet. I can swear to youthat I will love you throughout my existence. I can vow there never was and never will be anyone other than you.”
It should be enough. I am absolutely certain that he would keep his word. I am not the only one afraid, which is curious considering he is fearless, but strangely, that fear begins and ends with me.
He holds on to me as if afraid I will slip from his embrace and drift somewhere else, to a place where he can’t reach me.
“Move in with me for good,” he says, nudging my cheek.
“You forgot something,” I say, grinning and tapping the tip of his nose.
Cherished. Loved. Adored. That’s how he makes me feel. Drunk on him and the promise of days full of love, nights filled with passion, and moments of pure rapture and sheer ecstasy.
“Please, mi sol. Don’t make me beg, take mercy on me.”
I slide my finger down his torso, a teasing smile arching the corner of my mouth. “I’m considering it.”
He raises a brow. “Who’s the cruel one now?”
I keep him on his toes, loving what it does to him. He’s smitten with me, making me feel like he needs me to function. It’s the type of power that makes me so high I could levitate above the ground, but it simultaneously grounds me.
His love is a typhoon, raging and unstoppable, but I am in the center, enveloped by its magnificent strength, safe from catastrophic consequences.
