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Breaking out of his trance, Nino steps aside to let me in. “You’ll never belong to me, Ash.” My heart constricts as confusion—and bile—rises. “You belongwithme... Don’t frown.” His thumb smooths the crease between my brows. “It doesn’t make you a bad submissive, quite the opposite, if you ask me.” I nod, giddy. “Finding the right person who shares your wants, needs, and kinks makes everything click.Youare my person, Ash.”
My face is beet-red, and I couldn’t care less if anyone can hear us. My pale blue-grey eyes bore into his expressive ones. My voice is low and steady. “Even before our lips touched in Bali… Our unbreakable connection began the moment you dropped everything and swam to save me in more ways than one. You are my home.”
“Welcome home, then.” My heart somersaults as I close the door behind me. He fists my shirt, pressing my back against the front door, then twists my nipple through the fabric. A delectable pain courses through me and speaks right to my aching cock. He releases me from his gentle assault, his hot breath on me within seconds. “I’m so sorry… I should have trusted you… or at least given you some time to explain.” His fingers comb through my messy mane of hair, fisting it again. “I love you, Ash.”
With that, Nino’s plump lips brush mine and his powerful arm snakes around my neck. His touch awakens every nerve ending in my body; my hardening approval caresses his thigh. Growling like a possessed caveman, he nibbles at my lips, drawing blood, then swipes the evidence with the tip of his tongue. My heart drums inside my chest.
Once again, his sweet torture ignites every inch of my feverish skin. There’s a thin line between pleasure and pain, and Nino and I found the balance that works for us. I can’t wait to walk the line with him. Every day, for the rest of our lives.
When he frees my swollen lip, I speak my mind, wearing my heart on my sleeve and a goofy smile on my face. “I love you with all my heart, body, and soul, Nino Toussaint.”
Enthralled and greedy for more, I groan and lean into his embrace with my eyes closed. He heaves a satisfied sigh as I open for him.
We kiss.
EPILOGUE – LET LOVE RULE
Nino
Six months later
Freshly showered and fully clothed, I’m about to exit my mom’s turquoise-themed guest bedroom. My head swivels back to the empty bed, Ash’s side has been cold for a while.
For once, our sex night was vanilla-flavored and sprinkled with cuddles. Apparently, it exhausted me nonetheless. I must have fallen into a pretty deep slumber to not wake up when Ash left!I can’t believe I slept through half of the morning.
I forgot how soothing spending Christmas in Martinique could be, even more so with Ash by my side. It’s a welcome break from our hectic life in Santa Monica.
Fingers intertwined, I extend my arms over my head and trudge towards the sunbathed patio in the rear of the house. My legs have a mind of their own, following the scent of coffee and the heavenly beverage that ischocolat épaissi. The thick hot chocolate is a typical Sunday Martinican treat that I rarely indulge in; however, it always propels me to the few happy moments of my childhood. I can’t wait to build new memories of my own with my hot surfer who decided to go freelance and launched his own fashion consulting agency around Labor Day.
My stomach growls. I chuckle at that and smirk at my good fortune, then abruptly halt in front of the ajar back door that leads to the small enclosed garden.
“This?” Ash’s voice lowers before rising again. “As in my hand where it is now.” He pauses. “Or that?” My neck stiffens, and I choke when I hear him say, “As in my tongue on your cock.”
The enticing vision burns my sight, and I lick my lips.
What am I doing? What is he saying? What’s going on?
As much as I get a kick out of it when Ash loses his mind and speaks up as I relentlessly pound into him, his crude delivery both bothers and excites me. No matter how sensual his voice sounds with the murmurs that follow.
“Just so you know, I’ll enjoy both. What about you?”
Swallowing my surprise, I remain hidden, gnaw at my lower lip, and fight my racing heart. Torn between confusion and lust, I berate my twitching cock.
What the hell?
“I want your tongue on my cock,” he purrs, hesitates, and catches his breath.
What the fuck?
I suck in a breath. The rest of his sentence comes out muffled, unless I’m too startled to eavesdrop. Only, I don’t miss his pleading voice. “I… Suck me off… please.”
Who is he talking to? Where is my mom? Why isn’t he saying these words to me?
I have so many embarrassing questions right now that our usual Twenty Questions game won’t help me recover from the shock. Reason battles with longing.
Should I blame him for turning into an eager, possessive, and dirty-talking dom who’s not prone to sharing?
“Ohhhh…. Fuck…. I… You… Mmm… There…”
