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Her breathing grew erratic. “Has sex always been the answer to all your problems?”

He stepped toward her, his jeans squelching. He cupped her face in his hands, and as her eyes searched his, he didn’t hold back the lust burning him from the inside out.

After five frantic days of searching for her, and very little sleep, coupled with the disillusionment of his own parents after Sienna’s revelation, there was nothing he wanted more than to sink deep between her thighs. “I can’t think of a better way to erase the dark thoughts inside me, can you?”

She swallowed hard, then admitted softly, “I’m not sure I want to think of a better way to erase them.”

He groaned. She really was perfect for him in every way. He bent and kissed her gorgeous, full lips, kissed her like he was a man starving. She kissed him back, hungry for him, too, her arms winding around his shoulders and her breasts pushing against his chest.

When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he carried her out of the ocean and toward the rocks that would shield them from public scrutiny.

Hell, if he didn’t care so much about the woman he was going to marry, he would have fucked her in the water, on the sand...anywhere, so long as he could take the edge off his anger, along with the lust burning hotter and hotter inside him.

Lust burned inside Layla, too. She pushed closer, groaning into his mouth as he kissed her, until she was sucking in his oxygen and giving it back to him.

He stepped past the large rocks, to a smooth boulder that was shaded by the craggy cliff behind them. He set Layla onto her feet, and she looked up at him with desire glittering in her eyes. He gritted his teeth into something resembling a smile. She didn’t deserve the powerful, feral needs bottled up inside him.

Then she drew off her bright dress and threw it aside, her panties and bra following. Holding his stare, she undid her hair. It rippled down her spine. “I want you,” she said hoarsely.

His heart cranked out a few extra beats. Lord help him for taking advantage.

“Turn around,” he commanded harshly. “Lie facedown on that rock, your legs spread and your pretty ass high.”

She did as he said, and his hands shook as he unbuttoned his jeans and drew down his fly. Jesus, she was gorgeous. With her ass in the air and the pink, invitingly wet flesh of her pussy on full display. He released his dick, the shaft thick and swollen, and ribbed with pulsing veins. He drew his hand up and down, squeezing out a droplet of pre-cum before he moved into position behind her.

Holding his dick, he rubbed the head around her sensitive flesh, massaging her clit until she moaned and pushed back against him. His breath shuddered out, his dick harder than a spike. He had no more inclination for foreplay, and no wish to drag out needs that had already been too long denied.

Aligned to her core, he drove forward in one strong surge. Her inner muscles locked tight around him as a startled cry burst from her throat. Sucking in a ragged breath, he drew back for a full second, his hands clutching her hips, before he thrust forward, then hammered in and out, faster and faster. The friction was amazing, her pussy tighter than a glove, yet wet and welcoming.

His balls lifted, the noise coming out of his throat something between a growl and a groan. He couldn’t hang on much longer. But he refused to leave her high and dry. Reaching down, he strummed her clit, massaging the already plump nub until it was pulsing beneath the pad of his finger and she was gasping for breath.

“Come for me,” he ordered thickly.

She didn’t need to be told twice. She moaned as her climax hit, her inner muscles squeezing even harder. He didn’t stand a chance. He threw his head back, his jaw locking tight as his seed exploded deep inside her, draining his angst out right along with it.

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Layla swallowed back yet another moan as Galan withdrew and slid his fly up. He gently pulled her onto her feet and turned her around to face him, his body tense as his eyes swept over her. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, and said weakly, “I think I’m still floating.”

His eyes narrowed. “I didn’t hurt you?”

She shook her head and smiled, before shaking the sand off her clothes and dragging them on. “Relax, stud, I couldn’t have enjoyed it more if I’d tried.”

He drew her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. “I don’t want to scare you away before I’ve even made you my wife,” he muttered, his breath warm against her scalp.

She looked up at him, her heart melting. “I’m not going anywhere. Not ever again.” She stood on tiptoe, their kiss almost chaste compared to the earth shattering experience of just moments ago. “We’d better get back to your sister. She’ll be wondering what’s going on.”

His lips twitched. “I’m guessing she’ll have a fair idea.”

It was only as they were walking back along the beach, his arm around her waist, that she asked, “Will you talk to me about your parents?”

He shrugged, whatever anger he’d held onto earlier seemingly mostly gone. No wonder he’d become so addicted to sex. “What can I say? That all those rumors you probably heard about my parents causing the crash might be right after all?”

“I heard the rumors,” she conceded. Then she added softly, “Do you think they argued that night?”

He nodded. “If what Sienna says is true, then yes, there’s every chance they were arguing on the way home. Mom would have been devastated.”

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