Page 121 of Shadow & Stars
As I told Roman after the surgery, I did move a little slower nowadays with only the one heart. I retained my abilities, my strength, and the bulk of my speed. But it took some adjusting to get used to the new me who sometimes got slightly breathless.
It was worth it to be with my witch. I would do anything to keep him breathing in this world.
Anything.
Roman sighed with pleasure, slightly lifting his hips as he adjusted his position. I watched every movement, enjoying every inch of his flesh.
We were two days into an eight-day vacation, the three of us staying in a private villa. Piper stayed about a mile away in a different villa. Each night we met for dinner and drinks, enjoying the tranquility of this island.
It was nice to leave our cares behind, albeit temporarily. A lot of time would need to pass for our souls to truly heal from what had transpired. But we would, all of us unwavering in our fight for the future.
Little snores drifted from Darcy. Roman sat up, sliding his sunglasses down.
“He’s exhausted from all this chilling.”
I swung my legs around, facing him. “Can we go inside?”
“Are you too hot?”
“No. But I want to turn up the heat.”
“What do you…” My meaning clicked, and his lips spread into a mischievous grin. “Oh. I see.” He licked his lips, teasing the band of his shorts. “Demon wants the goodies.”
A rumble went off in my chest. “All of them.”
Roman stood up, a scrumptious bulge in his shorts. “Then come get them.”
Cock aching to be free, I followed him back into the villa, drinking in the pert curves of his backside as he strutted up the sand, teasing me and whetting my appetite.
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We both got naked, and I threw myself on the huge bed, Xavier pouncing on me seconds later. I giggled as he kissed my neck, feasting on the sensitive flesh.
Yes. Yes. Yes. It’d been way too fucking long.
My hands slid into his hair, fingers pressing into his scalp. “Oh, Xavier…”
He licked and nipped at me, his hand sliding down my chest, finding my stomach. Up and down, up and down, every second of his feather-like touch setting me on fire.
“Oh, yes…”
His deep moans against me rolled down my balls in delectable tremors, making my toes curl. The drought was over, my body ready for the Xavier monsoon.
His lips found mine in a wet kiss. Our tongues met, flesh melding in a blazing union. So delicious, so full of unbridled want.
A pang of guilt tried tripping me up. My enthusiasm dropped slightly, a voice scolding me for having fun, for thinking I deserved to be on this Greek island with my lover.
How dare I enjoy the sun and him.
How dare I?—
I batted it away. These hurdles against my happiness often popped up, and I’d developed techniques to fight them. To remind myself I was worthy of happiness, to embrace the gift of life. The sins of my past left a heavy burden on my soul, but they couldn’t always be the dominant weight around my neck.
As Darcy said, I fought to save the world, to make things better. I held onto that whenever my emotions took a downward spiral.
I’m killing this mood…
