AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"I can't imagine how difficult that must have been," I whisper, my free hand reaching out to cup his cheek. "But you are so much more than your father's expectations. You are a good man, a kind and generous man, and you deserve to be loved for who you are, not what you achieve."
He leans into my touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he savors the warmth of my skin against his. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that."
We sit in silence for a moment, the weight of our shared vulnerabilities hanging in the air between us. And then, before I can lose my nerve, I take a deep breath and begin to speak.
"There's something else I want to tell you," I say softly, my heart pounding in my chest. "Something that I've never told anyone before."
Grayson's eyes lock with mine, his gaze filled with a depth of understanding and compassion that takes my breath away. "You can tell me anything. I'm here for you, no matter what."
I nod, my throat tight with emotion as I begin to speak. I want to tell him everything. About my past. What I had to do to survive. But he would hate me if he found out what I really am.
I quickly scrape my memories for something, anything. "When I was younger, I fell in love with a man who I thought was my soulmate. We were inseparable, spending every waking moment together and making plans for a future together."
I pause. "But then, one day, he disappeared. No explanation, no goodbye, just a text message saying that he couldn't do this anymore. I was devastated, convinced that I had done something wrong, that I wasn't enough to make him stay."
Grayson's arms wrap around me, pulling me close as I bury my face in his chest. "I'm so sorry, Amara," he whispers, his voice filled with a depth of empathy that breaks my heart. "No one deserves to be treated like that, to be abandoned without a word."
I nod, my tears soaking into his shirt as I cling to him like a lifeline. "It took me a long time to trust again, to believe that I was worthy of love and respect. But being with you has helped me to heal in ways that I never thought possible."
He pulls back slightly, his hands cupping my face as he looks deep into my eyes. For once, those steel gray eyes of his look soft and loving. "Amara, you are the most incredible woman I have ever met. You are strong, brave, and beautiful, and I am so grateful to have you in my life."
And then, before I can respond, his lips are on mine, his kiss filled with a depth of passion and tenderness that steals my breath away.
11
GRAYSON
Every moment spent with Amara is incredible. We spend the time having fun, getting to know each other, and enjoying the amenities the resort has to offer.
We indulge in long strolls along the beach, leaving footprints in the wet sand, and take moonlit dips in the warmth of the tranquil sea. We taste exotic cocktails under the shade of swaying palm trees, letting our laughter float into the vast blue skies. Our hearts beat faster as we race each other on rented bicycles, exploring every hidden corner of the resort.
Every shared meal is an adventure. The food is deliciously unfamiliar and divinely spicy. We argue over who gets the last serving of succulent tropical fruit or freshly baked bread. The aroma of coffee wafting from our balcony rouses us from sleep most mornings, unwillingly tearing us away from our dreams to face a new day.
As night blankets the resort in a comfortable silence, we sit on our window ledge, absorbing the serene beauty of a star-studded night sky that neither one of us have ever seen before. We share stories about our lives back home, revel in shared dreams for the future, and shiver as cool night breezes kiss our skin.
Every day with Amara feels like an enchanting dance - sometimes slow and graceful, much like a waltz that lulls you into dreamy comfort, and at other times fast-paced and exhilarating like a passionate tango that leaves you breathless but wanting for more.
As we fall asleep to the soothing sound of waves crashing against the shore, I can't help but hold her tighter, knowing that these precious moments are fleeting yet unforgettable.
My absolute favorite are the quiet moments when we’re alone. Moments where it was just us, a bottle of wine and a sky full of stars. Like now.
“Amara,” I call.
She looks up at me, eyes wide, and I smile. I grab her around the waist and kiss her before picking her up and tossing her onto the bed where I begin to undress her carefully, reverently.
Each small movement is a confession, a prayer of desperate adoration. Amara gasps as my fingers trace lines of fire down her copper brown skin. She arches beneath me, her pulse racing as I lean in to taste the softness of her lips.
Her laughter fills the room as we tumble into our shared pleasure. The world outside ceases to exist - all that remains is us and the intoxicating rhythm of our hearts beating in sync.
She whispers my name like it’s a sacred chant, and I can’t help the shiver that runs through me at the sound of it. I recite her name back to her, like a mantra, like a vow, feeling her tremble beneath me with every word. Our bodies entwine and begin their own conversation, one full of longing and fulfillment, whispered promises and silent pleas.
We lose ourselves in each other, tangled up in white sheets dotted with moonlight trickling in through the bamboo blinds. Her dark skin glows under the pale illumination. She looks ethereal, a goddess descended from among the stars. Her brown hair, lightly dusted with gold shines in the soft moonlight.
Our shadows dance together on the walls - an echo of our slow waltz and passionate tango rolled into one unforgettable silhouette. I delve between her legs eagerly, wanting a taste. She cries out as I zero in on her clit with my tongue.
As her body convulses beneath my touch, I know I’ve hit the right spot. Her small gasps are drowned by the sounds of the ocean, waves crashing against the beach as if in harmony with our heated dance.
I drink her in, all sweet and sticky and divine, her flavor overwhelming every one of my senses. My name falls from her lips like an invocation, full of desperation, full of satisfaction. I feel her fingers tighten around mine, gripping tightly
