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And I needed her. Desperately. The blindfold would have to wait for round two.
I pressed my cock into the liquid heat that had gathered between her legs, stretching her with my girth. Inch by inch, I fed her my length, claiming her.
“This pussy is mine, angel. Forever.”
“Yes. I’m yours,” she said between pants. The sound of her ragged breathing was nearly enough to make me come. I gripped her hips, preparing for an explosive ride.
“I’m not going to hold back. I want you to take all of me.”
Then I began to move. I started slow, but I wasn’t gentle. I pushed in hard, her breath catching as she absorbed each stab of pleasure. I rocked into her over and over again, working her into a desperate fever. I leaned in to kiss the shell of her ear as my hips pumped, kissing down her neck and shoulders, pushing into her hot well until she began to tremble. Then, yanking her hips up, I pushed forward until the tip of my cock was pressing against her very core.
Instantly, she cried out from the pressure of me being so deep.
“Oh, God!” she gasped in shock.
And that’s when I felt it. Pleasure shot through my veins as the walls of her pussy began to constrict around me. She sheathed my cock in heat, pulsing with desire. I pulled back slowly, then drove all the way home. Again and again, I impaled her with a savage rhythm, needing to feel her orgasm more than I needed my own. Her body writhed with pleasure, taking all that I could give.
“I’m going to come. Meet me there,” she pleaded. Her desperation nearly broke my sanity. I was completely lost in her. In this. In the moment. I thrust hard, and she matched my movements, driving us to unbelievable heights. The pace grew erratic, more jerking and demanding. Our gazes locked, and she tightened around me. I pushed up, piercing her, and she cried out my name.
“Alex!”
“Give it to me now, angel. I want your orgasm,” I demanded, my voice rough.
At my words, she exploded like a bomb, but I didn’t stop moving. I continued to piston into her, my hands digging into her hips, demanding her to take it. Her back arched, and she cried out. This time, I allowed myself to fall with her.
My body went taut, straining so tight I thought I would burst apart at the seams. My orgasm hit from every direction. Rushes of white and color flashed before my eyes, dizzying and all-consuming.
Just as it always was with Krystina.
My wife.
Chapter 9
Krystina
The pristine stretch of Enchanted Isle’s shoreline seemed to extend endlessly in both directions, a ribbon of powder-soft white sand that felt like silk beneath my bare feet. It was warm between my toes, and I found myself deliberately slowing my pace to savor the sensation. Palm trees lined the beach like sentinels, swayed lazily in the salty sea breeze, their slender trunks reaching skyward. The water gently lapped against the shore, producing a soothing melody harmonizing with the rustling of palms and the distant calls of seagulls.
“I didn’t think it was possible, but it’s even more beautiful here than our villa escape in Montego Bay. It makes me not want to return to reality,” I murmured.
I paused to let my gaze sweep across the breathtaking panorama before us. It stretched for miles, the landscape seeming almost too perfect to be real. It was as if we’d stepped into a postcard where every detail had been carefully curated for maximum enchantment.
Alexander’s phone had buzzed earlier while we were exploring the island’s hidden coves, and I’d caught a glimpse of his expression as he read the message—that subtle tightening around his eyes that meant business from the outside world was intruding on our honeymoon. He’d quickly tucked the device away and focused his attention back on me with that intense concentration that made me feel like the only person in his universe.
But curiosity had gotten the best of me, and I couldn’t help asking who’d contacted him.
“That was Hale checking in,” he’d said when I raised an eyebrow in question. “Just routine security updates. Helena’s condition remains stable at the facility.” His voice had carried that carefully neutral tone he used when discussing his mother, the woman whose existence had nearly destroyed our relationship before it began.
“And Justine?” I’d asked gently, knowing the topic of his sister was still a raw wound between them.
Alexander’s jaw had tightened almost imperceptibly. “She’s adjusting to the consequences of her choices,” he’d said curtly before steering our conversation toward safer waters. The betrayal he felt over Justine’s role in hiding the truth about their past still cut deep, creating a chasm between the siblings that might never fully heal.
Now, as we made our way along the shoreline, I found myself studying my husband’s profile. His dark hair caught glints of bronze from the sun, and the strong line of his jaw spoke of determination and barely controlled power. Even in this tropical paradise, there was something predatory about the way he moved, as if he were constantly assessing his surroundings, cataloging potential threats or opportunities.
“You never did tell me how you discovered this place. Enchanted Isle seems like…” I pressed my lips together, trying to find the words to describe perfection “It’s untouched, and seems like a closely guarded secret.”
“I can’t give away all my sources, angel. That would spoil future adventures,” Alexander replied and flashed me an enigmatic smile that sent a delicious shiver through me. There was a promise in his words, painting images of other exotic locations and private moments stolen away from the world.
We continued to walk silently, both content to enjoy the island’s serenity. After we left Montego Bay, we’d explored several Caribbean jewels—the sophisticated charm of Grand Cayman with its Seven Mile Beach, the lush volcanic hills of St. Lucia with its towering Pitons rising from emerald seas. Each destination had offered its own unique pleasures, but we’d always found ourselves drawn back to Enchanted Isle’s untouched tranquility.
