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“I think it sounds like we need to stop talking about our parents and head home,” he says with a smile and a quirked eyebrow.
Home.
Only, I’m not so sure it’s mine.
CHAPTER 10
ANNIKA
I wake up submerged ina sheer darkness, slithers of sunlight breaking through the cracks of the blinds that haven’t been rolled down all the way. His scent surrounds every fiber of my being, the same as it has for days now. No. More than that. Has it been more than a week since we’ve been here? It feels like it.
Actually, it feels more like a lifetime.
The moment he came to the island feels far enough away in my past that a future with him is becoming more vivid. It’s not that far at all… a few weeks. But it hasn’t stopped him from crawling beneath every fiber of my being, clutching onto each delicate thread that forms me, and making it part of him.
It’s fucking terrifying.
He’s turning my world upside down, and I have nothing to hold on to. Except for him.
How could I have something to clutch when I’ve been a nomad for years? I have my family… somewhere on this continent. But my only rock, the only constant in my life, is spinning right along with me. She’s currently sleeping on the other side of this penthouse, with the brother of the one currently sliding his hand over my bare belly, pulling me into him.
The softness of his skin against my back sends shivers straight into my skull, ridding all those thoughts that made me doubt, made me question us. Everything about him feels like it belongs with me. Even with the mind of an artist, I’m still seeking the logic in what’s happening. Only, I can’t find it. It makes no sense.
Maybe I am a witch, like he keeps telling me.
Maybe this is a spell I put on both of us, not just him.
Maybe it’s the black magic making us lose ourselves to each other.
Maybe I want to be blind to it, because usually if it’s too good to be true…it’s too good.
“Mmm…” I hum as I press myself against his bare chest.
His hand slides up from my belly, between my breasts, until it reaches the base of my throat, settling there. It puts a pressure on my airways that grows from the inside out, in my lips, my flushed cheeks, and right under my tired eyes as my pulse seems to slow.
“Good morning,” I whisper on a raspy breath.
“There’s no such thing as a bad one waking up next to you.” He says it like he’s admitting that to himself, not me.
Holy hell!
His voice in the morning is like raw honey laced with hunger. The vibrations of it run through me like the links of zipper, splitting me apart. He’s my undoing.
“If there will ever be, please keep holding me like this, but squeeze my throat harder.”
He growls in my ear, and I’m suddenly rolled onto my belly as he straddles me, his cock slapping against my bare ass, sending a shudder straight to my core.
“I promise.” His breath tickles my ear as he drops on his forearm next to me.
A warm hand palms my ass cheeks, kneading and spreading them open as it dives down, reaches my folds and parts them with skillful digits that make my hips shoot up. He drives inside of me without warning, his cock twitching against my back, and I get wet so damn fast, I’m convinced the man found an “ON” button inside of me.
“Always so damn ready for me, my fingers, for my cock…”
I’m starting to think he could just snap his fingers and I would be an instant, soaking mess.
All I can seem to do is moan, drawn out, soft… as I sink into the warmth of him, into his slow, deep thrusts.Thisis fucking magic.
He pulls those digits out of me, and I expect his cock to replace them. Instead, he brushes them on my lips, the smell of my pussy oddly arousing. Sliding them into my mouth, he presses on my tongue…
