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“Interesting. You want to revive it?”
“Yes.”
Her voice was smooth and deep. “May I ask why you stopped using it in the first place?”
“For starters, it’s forbidden. I never used it voluntarily, anyway.”
“So it happened spontaneously for you.”
“Yes.”
“Under emotional stress.”
“Yes again.”
“And then something big happened.”
“I don’t know how much my father told you, but there was an … accident.”
“Mm.” She was quiet for a moment. “Why do you want it to resurface?”
“I have a situation.”
“Have you tried?”
“Several times. There’s nothing.”
“How strong is—was—your art?”
“I don’t know. I have nothing to compare it to, except…” He was going to say his sister’s skill, but he swallowed the words.
“Tell me about the times when you used it. What reactions did you get?”
He scratched his head. “Reactivating a dead volcano, minor earthquakes, a landslide once, tectonic plate shifts, that kind of thing.”
“Powerful.”
“I never had control. It was just an emotional impulse followed by a geographical, eh, surprise.” It was as embarrassing to admit as a wet dream to a teenager.
She inhaled slowly. “We’ll have to meet. I need to tap into your art to see if I can help you.”
“It’s urgent.”
“I’m on a mission, but I’ll be free in a few days.”
“That’s the soonest?”
“Yes.”
He gave a resigned sigh. “Whenever you can.”
“I’ll come to you.”
“Thanks. That’ll be easier.”
That way, he could still keep an eye on Asia. And if Armelle could help him restore his dormant art, he’d get Asia off this island that very moment. To hell with Cain and the price he demanded for Asia’s freedom.
“I’ll be in touch,” she said before the line went dead.
The drops of water from his shower had dried on his skin. Cool air washed over his body. The memory of Asia’s hot, velvet pussy around his cock hardened him instantly. She was an addiction, a remedy he could never get enough of.
He got dressed, sent the info Asia had shared with him to Cain, and made his way to the guest units via the rocky path along the shore.
The lights were on in Juan’s unit. Hers was dark. This time, no guard manned Asia’s front door. It could only mean she was with Juan. A hot surge of jealousy spread through his gut. Sure that no guards were patrolling the beach, he stayed in the shadows of the palm trees, slipped onto her patio, and entered her room through the sliding door.
The bed was empty, but from down the hall he heard water running. He made his way to the bathroom in the dark and pushed open the door, pleasantly surprised by what he found. Humid air washed over him. Steam billowed over the shower cubicle into the room. He clicked the door shut and leaned against it. In the moonlight that fell through the window, he could make out the shape of Asia’s naked body behind the patterned glass of the shower door. Her head was tilted back and her back arched. The stance pushed her breasts forward and made her ass jut out. Desire assaulted his body. Lust needled his skin. His balls drew taut and grew heavy. He wanted to own her. All of her.
The water turned off. He stood quietly, not ready to break the spell. The door slid open. She reached for the towel on the rail. When she stepped onto the bath rug, Sean clamped a hand over her mouth to prevent her from accidently making a sound that could alarm the guards. She started fighting in all earnest, flailing her arms and kicking her legs. Wrapping his arm around her waist from behind, he pinned her arms to her sides. He didn’t want to scare her, but he needed her to be quiet. Her body went rigid in his grasp.
He brushed his lips over the soft skin of her neck and whispered against her ear, “Shh, kitten.”
It took a moment before her muscles went slack. She leaned against his chest, her ass cushioning his cock as she let him support her weight. Easing his tight hold on her mouth and waist, he cupped her breasts. The tips pebbled under his hands. Her arousal sent all the blood in his body to his cock. Caressing her curves with his palms, he peered over her shoulder for a better view. Her nipples were a dark pink against her pale skin. The drops of water on her back and legs penetrated his T-shirt and jeans. He wanted to be soaked in her wetness, to make her sit on his face while she came for him. His need turned into a white-hot poker with only one place to put it.
She jerked in his hold when he bit down gently on the spot where her neck met her shoulder.
“Sean.”
The sound of his name was perfect on her lips. “Why are you showering in the dark?”
She shivered. “It feels safer.”
