Page 7 of Etched In Stone
A surge of possessiveness washed over me as I looked into Krystina’s eyes. My gaze darkened with desire, and I felt a primal urge stirring deep within. With its raw beauty and isolation, this island seemed to awaken something wild and untamed inside me.
“You’re mine,” I whispered, my voice low and husky.
Krystina’s eyes widened slightly, her pupils dilating.
“Alexander...” she breathed, her voice heavy with arousal.
I struggled internally with the intensity of her gaze. We were on a private beach, but a stranger walking the shoreline occasionally passed by. Part of me wanted to claim her, to mark her as my own, even if it meant being seen by anyone who might pass by. But I had to be careful. Paparazzi could be anywhere, and her body deserved reverence in the privacy of our bedroom—not splashed all over the front page of a tabloid.
I leaned in, my lips finding that sensitive spot on Krystina’s neck that always made her quake with need. My hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her bikini top. I teased her nipples with my thumbs, feeling them harden beneath my touch.
“Oh...” she sighed softly. The sound made my already stiff cock impossibly harder.
“Holy hell, angel,” I groaned. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
She arched into my touch, her breath coming faster.
“Show me,” she challenged, her voice thick with longing.
“Oh, I intend to. Again and again.”
I captured her mouth in a searing kiss, deliberately domineering. I pushed my tongue past her parted lips, tasting her with gentle flicks. Our tongues danced, all-consuming, as one hand moved possessively up and down her back while the other continued to work her nipple.
Pulling back, I glanced around. Confident that we were completely alone, I pulled a towel over her and shoved down the fabric of her bikini. When I captured a taut peak between my teeth, Krystina gasped.
“Alex! Wait. Someone might see us.”
“Nobody is around, and if they are, I have you covered,” I growled, sucking her nipple in long pulls.
Suddenly, she propped herself up on one elbow, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief as she pushed me away. “Do you know what we should do?”
“Fuck right here on the beach?” I suggested, even though I would never do any such thing. At least not here. It was too risky.
“Be serious, Alex.”
“I am.”
She pressed her lips together, adjusted her bikini back into place, and then pointed toward the ocean.
“We should go for a swim.” She jumped to her feet, stretching muscles that had grown pleasantly lazy in the heat before reaching down to tug at my hand. “Come on, Mr. CEO. It’s time for you to let loose a little more.”
She tried to pull me upright despite the obvious disparity in our strength. I couldn’t help but laugh at her determination.
“I thought I was doing just fine a moment ago.”
“Oh, you were getting there,” she said with mock seriousness. “But I think you could use a little more work. When was the last time you did something spontaneous? Something completely unplanned and maybe a little reckless?”
The question gave me pause. In my world, spontaneity was a luxury I couldn’t afford. Every decision was calculated, every move strategic. The idea of acting without careful consideration went against every instinct I’d developed as a businessman.
But looking at Krystina, flushed with sun and happiness and completely at ease in her beauty, I felt something shift inside me. Maybe it was time I learned to act on impulse rather than analysis.
Taking advantage of my superior strength, I pulled her back against my chest, enjoying the way she fit perfectly against me despite her efforts to escape.
“Is this spontaneous enough for you?”
She struggled against me, laughing as she tried to break free from my hold. “Getting warmer, but I think you can do better.”
“Oh, can I?” I asked, my voice dropping to a dangerous register. “And what exactly did you have in mind?”
