Page 32 of Eternal

His voice startles me out of my wonderment, but it’s the arms wrapping around my waist that make me jump out of my skin. His words truly sink in as his hands trace invisible shapes on my ribs. We are completely alone on our honeymoon. And we have had crackling sexual tension between us since we met.Oh fuck.

“Go take a shower. I’ll take one after you. But I’d like to go swimming first. The pool is calling my name,” Soren says, placing a kiss on the side of my head as he releases me.

“Okay.”

It comes out meeker than I had hoped, but I wander away from him to the master bedroom where our luggage had been delivered. I opened the Louis Vuitton suitcase, and as I expected, I don’t find much in there. Two pairs of shorts, two shirts, five bikinis, and several lingerie sets that range from bra and panties sets to baby dolls and teddies. I gawk at them. Holy shit, there’s a lot of lingerie. What was I supposed to wear around the house? I'll probably be naked with Soren if I’m not in the pool or ocean, but I suppose that’s not a bad thing. I pull what I want from the luggage before heading towards the bathroom to freshen up. I catch my reflection in the mirror when the reality of our situation crashes down on me like a wave.

Each realization zaps me, causing nearly heart palpitations. I'm alone with Soren in a romantic place after we just got married. Most married people fuck. Okay, can I do this? Can I bring myself to fuck him?

I turn the shower on and wait for the water to warm up before going in. Soren and I's relationship has been unconventional in every way. And he's not like most guys I've met before. He's not pushy. He understands and respects my personal demons, yet is wanting to help me heal. He ordered high-class security for the two most important people in my life, all for me. I stand under the stream of water, letting all my worries wash away. I can do it. I want to do it. If I keep clinging to this victim version of myself, then what's the point of any of this? Any effort myself or Soren put into our relationship? Tonight's the night.

I turn the water off and wrap myself up in a towel when I'm done. I quickly change into a bikini that’s a thong, then look myself over in the mirror. The butterflies in my stomach will not stop fluttering, but at least my ass looks fucking mouthwatering in this suit.

I let out one last breath. It's now or never.

I return to the dining room where Soren is waiting. He looks bored as he scrolls through his phone. He looks up at first, then does a double take, mouth gaping a little. I get a little brazen when I approach him. He sits back in the chair, his hands resting on his lap.

I lean into him, but not quite touching. “Come cool off with me in the pool.”

He licks his lips and starts to reach out. I lean back completely out of reach and head towards the pool.

Chapter fourteen

Freya

AsItakethestairs into the pool, I put the sunglasses on my face. I only get up to my waist when I hear the sliding glass door behind me shut. Soren appears next to me, and he dives in. He pops back up, shaking out his hair.

He watches me as I recoil from the cold shock of the water’s spray. He swims up to me and reaches down to grab my ass, lifting me further and pressing me close to his body as he takes us deeper into the pool. I cling to him, seeking warmth in this frigid water. He pins me against the wall, but more so to create stability for both of us. With my legs still wrapped around his waist, we turn to look at the view of the ocean. The sound of the waves soothes my nerves. My arms casually rest on his shoulders as if this was normal for us. In the corner of my eye, I spot slashes across his chest and a deep, circular scar resting right above his heart. I give him my full attention and reach to brush my hand across the scars littering his chest. But before I can even touch him, his hand snatches mine up, and I can feel his burning stare through his sunglasses. Keeping my hand clasped, he brings it to his mouth and presses a kiss to my palm. He’s still staring at me, and my cheeks heat with anticipation.I know what’s about to happen next.He releases my hand and trails it down my body.

His other hand is still on my ass, and he begins to squeeze. He leans in and kisses my jaw, trailing down my neck. My breath stills as he begins to kiss me. I turn my face back to him. He leans back as if asking permission to continue. I press my hands flat to the back of his neck, pulling him in. He kisses me with such a need like his body has been deprived of water for days. I kiss him back, my lips molding to his like they were always meant to be there.

One hand reaches up my back to lightly tug on my bikini top, pausing for a moment to allow me to tell him to stop. But I don’t want him to stop. My body needs him as much as he needs mine.

He tugs harder and pulls the bikini top off. Soren stops kissing me to lean back and get a good look at me. He reaches up to cup one, my breasts still below the water. They fit in his hand perfectly.

He lets out a breath, and a smirk falls onto his face. Running his thumb across the hardened peak, he lifts me further out of the water. My breasts are out of the water now, his heated eyes sweeping across my exposed flesh, admiring me. Leaning down, he closes his lips around my nipple, his tongue gently flicking across the bud.

I let out a groan, arching into his touch. I feel his cock pressing into me. If I had to guess, he’s got quite an impressive length. Girthy and long. Tristan had a tiny dick compared to Soren.

Am I even going to be able to take something like that?

I try not to think about my past or future as his mouth ravishes my breasts. Each nip, flick, and suck becomes increasingly urgent.

He brings his hands down to my waist, toying with the waistband of my bottoms.

Right here? This is where our first time together is going to be?

He lets go of my breast and kisses me again with more passion than before. He pulls my bottoms off halfway down my thighs, then lifts me onto the deck. Even when he stands all the way up in the pool, the water only reaches his shoulders. He peels the bottoms off and urges me to move closer to the edge, digging his fingers into my ass. His arms wrap under my thighs, his palms rest on the inside, and he peels my legs apart. My pussy glistening in the sun from the water and dripping from desire.

He stands back, taking me in for a brief moment before feasting on my pussy. My hands curl into his hair, my mouth falling agape, no longer able to hold my moan. His tongue flicks my clit, sending a jolt straight to my stomach. My grip tightens, pushing his face closer as I grind my hips against his lips.

“Oh please,” I beg, pulling on his hair a little harder than I intended.

“Please, what?” He mumbles, each letter vibrating against me.

“Please. I need to come.”

“Not until you beg for it.”

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