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The emotions Jetmir’s words evoked had me seeing him in a totally different light. It made me feel closer to him; I wanted to be closer.

And I wanted to tell him I loved him.

I pulled him in so our mouths fused with a desperation I felt in the pit of my stomach, clawing at my insides. Desire pulsed between my legs while our hands hungrily worked at ripping off each other’s clothes.

My dress. His suit.

And the whole time we kissed like two starving souls.

His mouth lit a fire in the sweetest way possible. His kisses were making me delirious. I ran my hands up his chest, over his neck, and into his thick, dark hair.

He kept kissing me, lazy and sweet, ignoring my desire ratcheting higher and higher.

“Thorne, please,” I begged against his lips while his fingers found my clit. “I need you now.”

A groan resounded in his chest as he roamed my body. He thrust a finger into me while he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth. Kissing my husband was wet, messy, and hot. The most delicious sin I had ever committed, and I intended to sin for the rest of my life. With him.

His mouth traveled down my neck to my breast until he captured a nipple in his mouth and white lights sparked behind my eyelids.

“Oh… Thorne,” I breathed out.

His mouth on my skin was marking me as his forever. His thumb teased at my clit at the same time, and my eyes rolled back into my head, the walls of my pussy fluttering. I kept arching into his hand, rubbing myself against him, desperate for release.

“Not so fast, wife,” he ordered in a hoarse voice, removing his fingers and pinning me by my hips.

I whimpered my complaint.

Yes, we’d had sex since we arrived at this island. But this… this felt different. It was like two hearts merging into one. Two bodies that belonged entwined.

He lowered his head again and drew my nipple into his mouth, tugging on it, suckling. My hands tangled through his hair, pulling him closer as sensation exploded through me.

My core burned as he shifted his attention to my other nipple, the cool air tingling over the abandoned flesh. His hands slid down my body as he released my nipple and his lips trailed lower, leaving in their wake a searing trail.

With his wide shoulders, he nudged my legs and spread them apart. I lay exposed and open for him, bursting with anticipation and greed for this man.

The moment his tongue connected with my clit, my hips bucked underneath him as a loud moan caught in my throat. His hands held my hips still while he continued feasting on me, lapping, sucking, and nipping. I attempted to arch my back, but his hand kept me pressed against the mattress. His teeth grazed my clit, and I raised my ass to rock against his mouth.

“Oh, oh, oh.” My moans echoed through the room as his tongue lit my body on fire. It was so good. “Thorne… ahhh!”

His hands eased their pressure and my hips lifted up into his face, needing more of this sensation. His tongue worked me mercilessly and I clutched at the sheets, gripping them tight. When he applied more pressure with his thumb against my clit, my legs went slack and my climax barreled through me.

White-hot pleasure seared my veins as I writhed underneath him, gasping for oxygen.

A shudder fluttered through me and I slammed my eyes shut, momentarily blinded by the million tiny lights exploding behind my eyelids. I felt like I was spiraling out of control, my cries filling the room.

He lapped at my juices like he wanted to savor every single drop, and it was the only thing keeping me attached to reality. He smoothed my hair back from my face and rose to his knees, his body blanketing mine as he settled his cock between my thighs.

His eyes, dark and intoxicating, locked on me. He raised his finger, bringing it up to my lips. Then he slowly traced them with his thumb, coating the wetness across my mouth. I swept my tongue out, tasting myself. His eyes flashed with something I couldn’t begin to name.

I lowered my eyes, watching as his thick length strained for my entrance, and I was aroused all over again.

“Thorne,” I whispered, my voice hoarse like I hadn’t spoken in weeks. “Please… I need you.”

Our gazes met, and he let out a tortured groan. “I love you, my angel.”

A shuddering breath left me, and tears stung my eyes. “I love you too.”

“You and me, Anya. One body, one soul, one heart.” It was strange that he echoed my exact thoughts, but somehow it made sense.