Page 224 of The Encore’s Crown

“Ask for it.”

I can feel him pressed against me beneath the water, growing harder between us. Naked, unashamed, and determined to torment me until I lose what remains of my mind.

I furrow my brows. “Don’t you want it?”

“Want what?” his eyes widen with exaggerated innocence. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just enjoying the sunset.”

I stare at him.

He stares back.

Fine.

My fingers dance across the surface of the pool as though I’ve lost interest. I trail them through the water, watching the ripples spread, imitating careless innocence. Kiri’s smirk deepens. He thinks he’s winning. I let my hand disappear beneath the surface and close it around him. The sound that leaves him is deep and startled. The power changes hands, literally. I grin up at him and stroke him slowly, feeling the hard jump of him in my palm.

“Ask for it.”

His jaw flexes. Heat gathers between my thighs, demanding release. I want him inside me so badly that every stroke of him in my hand seems to echo through my own body.

“You really want to play this game?” he asks.

“I think I’m already winning.”

His hands clamp around my waist. I barely have time to inhale before he hauls me up against him. My legs wrap around his hips on instinct, and he spreads his palms over the backs of my thighs, holding me open. I whimper when the hard length of him presses against me through the narrow strip of my bikini bottoms. He slides himself along me, pressure dragging across every place already aching for him. The thin fabric does almost nothing to dull the sensation. My head falls back.

“Kiri.”

“What?” he asks, far too calmly.

He does it again. My fingers dig into his shoulders. He carries me through the pool until we reach the edge, then turns so his back rests against it. The Pitons rise behind him, darkening against the burning sky, while Kiri makes sure only I fill everything in front of him. His mouth finds my neck. He kisses beneath my ear as he keeps teasing me with the hard press of himself, sliding through the water against the soaked fabric separating us.

“There,” he murmurs against my skin. “Now we both have the best view.”

It’s too much. The warmth of the pool. The heat building inside me. His skin against mine. His mouth moving along my throat. The flex of his muscles beneath my hands every time he lifts me against him.

The sky deepens from pink into purple behind us. My heart pounds so violently it feels desperate to escape my chest and burst across the horizon, painting the whole gorgeous sky with how much I love Kiri Chhim.

I want to scream.

Cry.

Come.

All of it at once, over and over, until there's nothing left of me but this feeling. One narrow piece of fabric and one forceful movement are all that separate us. Suddenly, I can’t stand it. I reach between us, pull the bikini aside, and position him against me. His breath catches. I lower myself onto him. The first stretch tears a gasp from my throat. My body opens around him inch by inch, taking all that heat and hardness until he is buried completely inside me.

Kiri’s head tips back.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Fuck.”

His hands grip my ass, holding me down against him as his eyes drag over my face.

“I want to watch you take all of it.” His voice turns rough. “It’s yours.”

Mine. Him. This. Us.

I lift myself and sink down again. His fingers find the ties of my top. One pull loosens the knot, and the wet fabric falls away between us. His mouth closes over my breast, teeth catching lightly around my nipple.

My eyes fly to the sky. A bird crosses the last strip of orange near the horizon. Purple begins swallowing everything else, dusk taking the mountains and sea piece by piece while Kiri’s mouth works over me and pleasure tightens in my body. I move faster. He meets each roll of my hips, driving up into me as I come down. Water breaks around us in soft, frantic waves. I pull his face back to mine. He’s close. I see it in his half-lidded eyes and the strain cutting across his features. Feel it in the way his hands sink into me and his movements lose their teasing control.