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“Do I?”

“Yes.”

“Say it, Aliana. I need to hear the words.”

“I’m yours.”

Before she can take her next breath, my mouth slants over hers in a possessive kiss. This kiss isn’t gentle. It can’t be. Those two words have destroyed the last bit of sanity within me and bound my body at her feet.

I need to possess her just as she does me.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Can’t get enough.” Aliana’s mouth parts on a moan at my confession while my grip on her neck tightens; I tilt her head back while my tongue slips inside and explores the unique taste that is solely hers. Madness grows within. My hunger is uncontrollable, and I revel in the little sounds she makes when I nip her plump lips or the breathy sigh when our tongues touch.

Everything about her was designed by God himself to bring a man like me to his knees. Her unexplainably divine taste sets every molecule of my DNA ablaze.

I’m hard. Throbbing.

Dragging my teeth down her plush bottom lip, I pull back. Her breathing matches mine, labored, and we wear matching grins. “Feel like taking a little dip with me?”

“Yeah.”

“Good girl.” One last bite to the abused flesh and I release her, taking a step while those hypnotizing brown eyes stay on me. She watches me toe off my shoes and then remove my vest top and shorts, letting them land somewhere beside me. I’m naked. Nothing covering my body, and I love the way she watches.

Hooded eyes. Lip caught between her teeth. Chest rising rapidly.

“Strip for me.”

“W-what?” Her blush is endearing, but right now I want to explore the side of her that’s equating me to her next meal, that hungry little minx I see beneath the surface but has never been given the chance to play. To be herself.

“You heard me, sweetheart.” Turning my back to her, I move down toward the water. “Strip.”

I don’t wait for her. Instead, I step into the warm ocean behind my home in Rio and let the waves lap at my feet. There’s shuffling behind me, a very low curse or two, but then she’s standing beside me and reaching for my hand.

“I trust you.” The words are spoken so low I almost miss them, and each syllable makes me feel a hundred feet tall. An arsehole like me doesn’t deserve her, but I’ll worship this woman like no one can or will ever get the chance to.

“And I promise to always be worthy of such a gift.”

“Then show me, Callum. Show me what it means to be yours.”

Without another word, I bring her hand to my lips and place a chaste kiss across every knuckle and tip of her fingers before walking us into the ocean. The waves are slow tonight, just a gentle rocking that moves—pushes us—against the current and the deeper we go, the closer to me she gets.

We wade through until the water laps across her hard nipples, the tight peaks highlighted by the moon.

“So fucking beautiful.” Even in the moonlight, I can make out the light contrast of pink across her cheeks. “Don’t be embarrassed, my Venus. You’re above everything and everyone; the world will always bow at your feet.”

“You make me feel that way.” One tug and she’s back against me, but this time with her legs around my waist. Her pussy is right against my thickness—she’s rubbing herself. “Make me feel alive.”

“I’m going to give you the world.”

“All I need is you.” Two warm hands cup my face, her lips hovering on mine. Her smile is sweet, but it’s the glassiness in her eyes that makes me pause. I don’t like it. Her tears cut me, but before I can ask, I’m silenced with a kiss that robs me of my senses. All I feel, hear, and understand is her. Her body. Her noises.

“Motherfuck, sweet girl.”

“Always you,” Aliana moans low, shifting in my hold. Her pussy slides against me, and on the second grind, her tiny entrance nuzzles the head of my cock. She’s slick, and it’s not the water. “I need you to know that…”

“Tell me.”

“I love you.”

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