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Even though it’s dark, if I sense the slightest trace of uncertainty, I’ll stop.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life as I am of you, Ezekiel,” she says, emotion lacing her soft yet raspy voice, and all bets are off as I slam my lips to hers.

I can’t seem to keep my mouth off her as she writhes against me, still in my lap. My little siren doesn’t waste any fucking time as she pushes me back and elevates herself a little before taking my cock into her hand and lining it up with her dripping pussy. Her eyes meet mine, I can’t see them, but I know that she’s gazing at me as she slowly sinks down on my cock, until she’s completely filled with me.

She moves above me, her whimpers sending me completely feral as I thrust up into her, matching her rhythm as she grinds against my cock. She moans louder now, and I groan as she squeezes my shoulders, clenching her pussy tighter around me. Our heavy breaths echo through the cave, and for the first time since being here, I’m thankful the waves are loud enough to drown us out.

“That’s it, ride me harder, baby,” I plead, grabbing her hips as she does.

“Oh my,”she says, her voice breathy and filled with desire, driving me fucking insane. She’s taking charge, giving herself fully to me, and,fuck, if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

“ I want…more,” she asks,no, begs, shyly. I shift, moving down the wall a little and she slows her movements.

“Lay down on me, baby. That’s it. Hold onto me,” I command. Her chest is flush with my own as I raise my hips, thrusting up into her harder.

“Please. Oh,please don’t s-stop!” she cries, and I savor the way she grips around me so perfectly, like we are made for each other.

I reach for the back of her hair possessively, gripping it in my hand, and I pull her head away from my neck to taste her.

I need to kiss her.

I need every part of her body on mine.

The moment her lips meet mine, she comes undone. Her release and blood coat my cock as I thrust into her harder, faster. Tremors flow through her body above me, her slick walls gripping me tighter before I bury myself into her one last time. I spill inside her, filling her up with her name on my lips as the edges of my eyes blur.

This woman saved me, chained me to a wall in some cave in the middle of the ocean. Cared for me, fed me,mended me.

That last thought is what cuts me the most.

She mended me. Not in a physical sense. In a way that I didn’t know was possible. She showed me her strength on day one. How she could walk through fucking hellfire, each and every single day, yet still make the time to care for an asshole nobody like me. And somehow, that healed whatever was broken within me. And suddenly, I wanted to live.

For her.

I do not deserve her.

Airlie’s heart is pure.

Mine is tainted.

And I’m still getting over the shock of feeling anything at all, let alone realizing that I am falling in love with her.

Love.

That is what this is.

The endless wanting,needing,her around me all the damn time. I am halfway bored every other fucking minute, but that has nothing to do with it. I’ve never wanted anyone around me before. Not ever. Which is why I was okay with being alone. My life wasn’t set up for a lover. I’ve seen love ripped away with bare, bloodied hands, and I wouldn’t survive it.

I wouldn’t survive losing Airlie.

Chapter18

AIRLIE

Light filters through the cracks in the jagged cave stone, shimmering across the walls like angels dancing in warm golden hues. A fitting notion for how I feel this morning. The waves outside seem more at peace, taking a much-needed break from their usual, angry personality for once. Memories of last night wrap around me like a warm blanket, pulling me in with each soft crash of water against the cliff.

I don’t bother holding back a smile, knowing that I get to sit alone in my thoughts all day and replay every breathless moment Ezekiel and I had together last night.

I close my eyes, relishing in this hazy, glorious feeling that I don’t ever want to fade, much like the dull throb between my thighs. I want to feel his touch on my skin forever. I want to wear the aftermath of our lovemaking for weeks afterward because Ezekiel’s touches are worth remembering.

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