Page 14 of My Only

Hassani settled between my thighs, his body heavy, his heat melting me from the inside out.

I didn’t know if it was the island, the high of being newly married. But whatever it was, it was new.

And I liked it.

It was as if another layer of our relationship had peeled back, revealing fresh, untouched skin.

Because the way Hassani kissed me as a husband was different.

The way his hands moved over my body, the way he massaged my skin, taking our kiss deeper, drove me the kind of wild that felt like sin.

“Mmm,” he groaned, lips moving against mine. “We gotta stop, or we’re gonna miss the surprise I have for you.”

I nodded but didn’t let go.

Didn’t stop kissing him.

Hassani chuckled, successfully breaking our kiss, but I pulled him right back in.

He pecked my lips once—twice—then finally pulled away.

A second later, he was on his feet, his swim trunks visibly tenting in front.

That was all I saw. All I wanted to see.

Hassani slid a finger beneath my chin, tilting my head back so I’d meet his gaze.

“Not right now. Later.” He smirked, holding out his hand for me to take. “We gotta go.”

I giggled, nodding as I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet.

The surprise was a sunset cruise around the island.

My jaw dropped when we arrived at the marina and Hassani revealed he had rented a private yacht for us to sail at sunset.

When we boarded, we had dinner on the upper deck, just before setting sail.

And once we were on the crystal blue water, I wanted to see everything.

I stood at the edge of the upper deck, one arm draped over the railing, one hand nursing a glass of champagne. My eyes locked on the sun, dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery shades of orange and soft hues of pink.

I had brought my camera, but for the first time, I didn’t want to capture anything.

I wanted this moment to exist only in my memories.

I lifted my champagne glass to my lips for a sip just as Hassani approached me from behind.

His hand slid along my stomach as he pressed his body close to mine.

I smiled from my heart before it even reached my lips.

“I feel like I’m living out a fantasy I never even knew I had,” I whispered to myself, totally fine with him hearing it.

We had been together for four years, though it didn’t feel that long.

Not when life had kept us so busy. Me with my work at the school, Hassani with his private architecture firm.

Our days had been filled with deadlines and due dates, making those four years feel more like one.

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