Page 5 of Scarred Temptation

It didn’t seem to matter how many times he filled me with his long, thick cock; every time was exciting. Maddening.

Amazing.

Maxsim tangled his fingers in the hair by the nape of my neck, forcing me to look at him. “You are everything to me, Isabel. My light. My strength. My honor. You are the reason I wake up in the morning and crave the darkness of night so you can be by my side.”

He’d never spoken to me this way before. Never. I cupped his face, never wanting to feel as if he was anything but an amazing man and my lover. My protector.

The man who would stop at nothing to make me happy while taking a bullet if it meant keeping me alive.

“Maxsim.”

“No need to talk, my angel. We have plenty of time for that.” He pulled out until just the tip was inside, plunging into me again.

I squeezed my knees against his hips while stroking his shoulder, squeezing his muscles. With beads of water glistening on his face and the sunlight creating a sweet shadow across his stubbled angular jaw, I was certain he was the most handsome man on Earth.

But then again, I was a little bit jaded.

And to think I couldn’t stand him in the beginning. Look at us now.

When I started to laugh, he caught me, offering another growl before capturing my mouth once again.

This time there was no room for error. I belonged to him, the wild passion nothing more than a proving ground. My pussy ached, the heat between us so explosive I couldn’t breathe. Yet who needed air? He was all I needed, his touch alone a fix while his scent lingered with heavy intoxication.

I was drunk on desire but knew he felt the same.

He developed a perfect rhythm as he fucked me, powerfully enough waves of water churned across our bodies. There was no possibility of the ocean cooling us off. Not with the way I felt around him.

Being in his arms, I knew I could conquer the world.

My pussy clenched and released, the thrill and sensations already building. As soon as he broke the kiss, he fisted and pulled my hair, forcing my back into a deep arc.

Another growl from deep within his chest was the backdrop of music as provided by nature, a perfect sonata of sounds meant for enticing excitement. Not that I needed anything else. He was the maestro of pleasing me.

His tongue flicked across my already hardened nipple, which boosted my excitement. I squirmed in his hold, but there was no escaping him. As soon as he bit the taut bud, the tingling of pain was just another powerful aphrodisiac. I bucked against him while my vision became cloudy.

I could sense he was enjoying himself, rolling his lips to my other nipple and repeating the tease. All while slowing his actions. He’d obviously forgotten who he was dealing with. The moment I clenched my muscles, he lifted his head. Everything about his smile was devilish.

We moved together, keeping each other close. While I stroked his neck and shoulders, he ran his fingers aimlessly down my spine.

There was nothing like the closeness we felt or the way my body responded to him.

It was as if for a few minutes I could see directly into his soul. All the pain and sorrow. All the joy he’d abandoned, to only now finally accept again. And all the drive for revenge that would never leave him.

For all his complexities, I wasn’t afraid as he’d once told me I would be. Instead, I was amazed, impressed, and struggling with the understanding that I was falling hard for him.

He slowly offered a smile and shifted the angle. As he expected, my body responded instantly, the deep core ache intensifying until I had no control of my body’s reaction.

With a climax tingling my toes, I closed my eyes and basked in the warmth of both the sun and his powerful arms.

His hold tightened, his plunges rougher than before and one beautiful wave of raw pleasure washed over me just as a wave of water collided with our overheated bodies. But he remained steady, impervious to the force of nature, simply providing another reminder of just how stubborn he was.

Yet I had a little streak of that in me as well, rocking my hips while pulsing my pussy muscles. I knew the instant I’d snatched full control by the flash of light in his eyes.

With every muscle tensing, he finally allowed himself to let go, filling me with his seed.

The moments afterward were spent clinging to each other as the waves cascaded across our bodies. His eyes continued to twinkle while his cock throbbed against my aching muscles. The look on his face was completely possessive, daring anyone to try to come between us.

He pulled me close and I rested my head on his shoulder, staring back at the house we’d be sharing for days. Wishing that it could be for longer.