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“Kiss me.”
My lips quirk into a smile. A light breeze picks up and lifts her hair to trail over my arm. I twist to spiral it around and use it to pull her close. She gasps, and I inhale it like the only available air. Her kiss is soft—mine is not. I sweep my tongue in her mouth. There isn’t an inch on this body that I’ve left untouched—there is no available skin for another man to try and claim as his own. I want my kisses to weld to her bones so that it’s always my touch she feels. My name she aches to cry. My mark that carries her through the rest of her life because at this moment, I want to own her so completely. The truth of those feelings is an aching grip along my spine. I have no intention of letting this woman ever go. This island may be her safe place—away from London, away from prying eyes. But she is mine.
My wet torso drips water over her thighs, the beads trickling down and back into the pool. Cupping her breasts, I squeeze them hard, earning a pained hiss, but she moans sweetly when my thumbs brush her peaked nipples. Her hands come up to my face as she kisses me roughly. “Someone might see.”
They might. It’s mid-afternoon, and although the staff are in the adjacent hut, hidden behind the privacy screens, they are still in hearing distance. The thought makes me desperate to taste her. Lauren gasps as the cool water crests over the edge and washes between her legs. I knock her knees apart, pressing my way in, and I push her backwards. The water has made a mockery of her swimwear, and it has moulded to her pussy like a second skin. “These are a mess.” I pluck the material and let it connect with her skin in a quiet splat.
“Useless,” she whispers.
“Completely pointless.”
“A waste of time.” Her stomach hollows, and I thread my fingers and tease at pulling them away, my mouth biting into the flesh of her creamy thighs. Lauren chokes out a plea, arching. Waiting but never taking—always waiting for me to give.
“They’re in my fucking way.”
“I don’t need them,” she garbles. My mouth moves upwards, and her legs flatten on the poolside.
“No, you don’t,” I muse. Her hands inch towards her breasts but stop, seeking instruction. I lick and nip, and I drag the bottoms away, throwing them over my shoulder. The water laps, the air kisses her pale skin, and her bare cunt glistens. “You’re so wet for me.”
“Cain, please.”
“How selfish are you feeling, Lauren?”
“The worst,” she writhes.
“Take what you want.” I dip into the water, my chin sliding under so I’m eye-level with her open legs. Gritting my teeth, I withhold from pouncing to tongue fuck her. “Touch yourself.”
Go on, pretty girl. Let me see you like this.
Dainty fingers trace over her navel and farther still until they slide over her slick hole, and she moans, low and throaty. I grip her thighs, holding her legs apart, my fingers biting into her skin, marking her, and holding her down. “Until you come,” I growl.
She dips her finger and drags it up to circle her clit. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I don’t care who tells me differently, but I will never cease to be amazed at how this woman gives herself so completely to me. She pleasures herself without restraint, massaging her clit and dipping her finger into her pussy, then two.
“You’re weeping, pretty girl.” I bite her thigh, and her answering moan tells me she’s close. Her fingers disappear into her pink hole, and I groan at the wetness glistening on her hand. When she pinches her clit, her thighs tighten, her arse raises off the side, and my name on her lips has me surging forward in the water as her pussy pulses and throbs its release. “Fuck, Lauren.” I drag her to my mouth and fuck her deeply, her creamy orgasm soaking into my tongue and sliding down my throat.
“More, bite me,” she begs, her nails sinking into my scalp. “Cain!” she chokes and sobs. I lick and suck until the last remnant of her orgasm eases away, and she is boneless, panting, and all fucking mine for the taking. I drag her to me, pulling her into the water. Her mouth crashes against mine, feverish and tasting like strawberries.
I kick my swim trunks away, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her breasts are heavy against my chest, her hands gliding to take handfuls of my hair. She tugs, and I bite her lip harder until she whines. My cock jolts, my balls feel heavy, and I thrust. Her head lolls back, her moan a sweet hiss of pain.
“Fuck, so tight.” Massaging her ass, I allow her enough time to accommodate my size, and my cock twitches painfully, weeping deep inside. Her breasts are thrust high, tempting me to bite them. I suck a pink nipple into my mouth and graze my teeth over the sensitive pearl. I work it between my teeth until she cries out and grips my head to stall me. I let it go, but only so I can sink my teeth into the flesh beside it. I bite and suck, and eventually, she relaxes in my arms, and I fuck into her.
Her mouth opens, and her eyes glitter back into my own. “I feel so full,” she whispers as I begin to thrust high, deep, and hard. Her hips rock and clash against my own. Her hand runs to pull my mouth open. “Harder, fuck me harder,” she cries, her tongue delving to meet mine.
The water sloshes, her moans urge me on, and every thrust into her salves the ache in my body that I never seem to be able to calm. Pressing my forehead to hers, I rut upward as her mouth drops, and her pussy flutters and clamps down, sucking me in, and holding me deep. I pant as my own release erupts, and I push into her farther. She sobs into my neck, and I hold her tightly. “I know.” I wrap my arms around her back and drag my mouth to kiss her. “I lose myself, too.”
Her breath stutters out—her face is tucked away as she comes back down from her high. “When you speak like that, I forget I didn’t like you.” She smiles sleepily.
“You never disliked me,” I grin, pecking her swollen mouth. “You wanted me when you knew you shouldn’t.”
“Pale skin and all?” Her brow quips, and I throw my head back, laughing. She grunts as my cock flexes inside.
“Haven’t you learnt anything in the short time we’ve indulged in one another?” I drop to kiss her shoulder, and it is pale, as pure as snow and petal-soft. I’ve made sure she is wearing plenty of sunscreen and is covering up. “It’s one of the things that drew me to you,” I admit and nip the skin, sucking the droplets of water away. I lift her arm, holding her wrist to show her the light blemish of my touch, the scrape of my beard imprinted into her skin.
“All the better to leave my mark.” I kiss the blemish and enjoy how her head dips as she smiles, a smile she wanted to keep for herself, a smile I know will grace her face in the quiet of her mind when we are apart and she is thinking of me. I don’t allow her that luxury. I pull her face up to mine. “You’re fucking beautiful, Lauren.” My chest rumbles with appreciation. Her hair is curling at the tips, and her skin is flushed. She's stunning. “I’m glad you came away with me.”
Her face splits into a smile. “I love it here, and to think I was going to say no,”
“No chance,” I drawl. “Ready to get out?”
