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“That we go together, réalta. Like the moon and the tide.” I tuck a loc behind her ear and she swallows deeply. “Always have and always will.”
1. Play “Any Love” by Dermot Kennedy
2. Play “Please” by Omido, Ex Habit until end of the chapter
Chapter 10
On the Island
Lochlan
By the time we arrive back at the villa after an early dinner in town, there’s less than an hour until the masquerade. 1 I’m considering locking myself in my room for that hour because this thing buzzing between Stella and me is unbearable.
The tension feels like a living, breathing beast chained to a post between us that gnashes its teeth anytime either of us gets close. But she’s worth getting torn to pieces. I’ll lay myself bloody at her feet just for a chance.
My blood thrums as Stella unlocks the door and walks inside. I can hardly breathe as I follow behind her, carrying her bags. As soon as I’m across the threshold, I drop them. She spins at the sound, and I force my lungs to inflate.
The way she drags her eyes from the bags on the floor up my body wakes the hungriest parts of me.
“We’re back on the island.” My tone is laced with conviction. I’m only following her rules.
Her lips part, and I steel myself for the rejection I know is coming.
She crashes into me. Her hands fist my shirt, pulling me down to her.
I have my lips on hers in the span of a single breath. Crushing her harder to me, I cradle her face between my hands. The firm press of her lips melts away and she yields, opening her mouth for me to explore with my tongue.
For a moment, I only exist in the place our lips meet. All my senses zero in on the soft flicks of her tongue across mine or the sharp bite of her teeth into my bottom lip.
I could die a thousand times like this, suffocate in each and every kiss.
We only separate when she tugs my head back, fingers twisted into my hair above the nape of my neck. I gulp down air like a drowning man. Her breaths are just as heavy, and she looks at me wide-eyed.
Are we really doing this?
There’s only one answer to her silent question.
I crash my mouth back down on hers and pick her off the ground. She wraps her legs around my waist and deepens our kiss by circling my neck with her arms. Blinded by the searing heat between us, I carry her to my bedroom and toss her onto the bed.
She’s heaving, looking up at me from her back as I tug my shirt over my head and whip my belt off. She tries to scoot back on her elbows, but I yank her back down the bed by her ankles. She shrieks as I flip her onto her stomach and climb on top of her, pinning her arms down.
The violence woven into my DNA strips away my ability to think logically. In fact, the only thing that makes sense right now is being inside of her.
Even the anxious flash in her eyes as she looks over her shoulder doesn’t stop me from purring wickedly, “Time to pay up, Stella Mae.”
Her brows pinch together. “What for?”
“You’re going to pay for the months of teasing and aching.” I lift off her to pull her shorts halfway down her thighs and tug her hips into the air so she’s on her knees. Gliding one hand down her spine, I slip the other in between her thighs and groan at the warm wetness waiting for me. “And judging by how fucking wet this needy little cunt is, I haven’t been the only one hurting.”
She hungrily moans as two of my fingers, slick with her arousal, circle her clit then draw back to tease the entrance of her sweet pussy before returning to her front. The next time I delve into her tight little hole, she tries to spread her legs but is stopped by her shorts still only halfway down.
She whimpers, frustrated. “Please, Lochlan.”
“Please what?” I laugh darkly. “Please fuck you filthy?”
“Ye—Oh my god,” she cries when I plunge my fingers deeper and press against her G-spot.
Vicious heat whips inside my chest. The urge to utterly ruin her, to break her down to nothing but tears and desperate begging battles the desire to lick her pussy devotedly until I’m drunk on her taste.
