Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Blinking back exhaustion, I made eye contact with her. “Anything. Name it and its yours.”
“He asked you to be his godfather.”
I froze. “What did you say?”
“I…” Standing taller, she murmured, “On that island you were free to be the worst version of yourself. You had immunity to hurt us, maim us, even kill us. Yet…you didn’t. Yes, you fumbled a few times. But you were good, Master H. And yes, I’m using your title because you were the only one who took care of us. You were the only one who withstood all that temptation, survived all that pain. If it ever comes down to teaching my son how to be a good man, I wouldn’t trust anyone the way I trust you. So…would you? Would you be my son’s godfather? To ensure he never becomes his biological father?”
Q staggered to a stop in the threshold, his gaze locked on Rachel.
Rachel flinched as he intruded on such an intimate moment.
I waited for him to leave, but he merely crossed his arms and leaned against the door jamb, his eyebrow quirked with interest.
Glowering at him, I didn’t care he listened and answered truthfully. “You’re forgetting I did hurt you. I hurt Ily. It took me a long time to snap out of that spell, and I’m definitely not immune to temptation.”
Looking at Q, Rachel pursed her lips as if to leave, but then she rushed, “I would rather someone who has been bad and then seen the error of his ways than someone preaching what he hasn’t practiced. Think about it. I’ll see you and Ily tomorrow. Give her a kiss from me.”
She bolted before I could reply.
A few seconds ticked past before Q ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “You know, earlier today, when she hugged you, I wondered if that child in her belly was yours. And now she’s offering you to be his godfather. What on earth happened on that island?”
Exhaustion chose that moment to make me wobble on the bed. The floor seemed far, far away but also incredibly inviting. “Story for another day, I’m afraid.”
“You need to sleep.” His gaze shot to the untouched food. “And eat.”
“I will when she wakes.”
“How about a compromise?” Snapping his fingers, he stepped aside as two men carried in a mattress and base.
None of us said a word as they positioned it next to Ily’s bed. Suzette darted in with sheets, blankets, and pillows, and quickly made it into a comfy nest I very much wanted to pass out in.
“Sleep, Henri.” Q headed toward the door. “And come morning, when you wake, I expect you to eat. You’re no good to her if you don’t.”
I passed out still holding Ily’s hand before he even left.
* * * * *
“You really need to open your eyes, little nightmare.”
“And wake from this?” Ily smiled and swam into my arms. “Why? When I have everything I could ever want right here.”
I gathered her close, our bare wet skin slicking and teasing. Her curves to my hollows. Her softness to my hardness. We fit so fucking well. I ached for her. Longed for her. My hips rocked of their own accord, searching for her, needing to be inside her all while she rubbed herself against me, coating me in a different kind of moisture.
“You’re going to make me come,” I groaned.
“Not yet.” She giggled. “Be a good boy and behave.”
“Behave?” I smirked. “You’re the one seducing me.”
“Are you seduced?”
My head fell back as she bit my throat. “Do I feel seduced?”
She arched her hips, pressing my throbbing cock against her belly and making ripples of pleasure quake through me. “I’d say you’re ready.”
“Ready for—”
“To fuck me.”
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I tugged her head back and kissed her.
She moaned as I waded across the perfectly clear pool. She clung to me as I stepped over rocks that glittered like diamonds and passed beneath a star-sparkling waterfall. The lush rainforest dripped with a recent downpour. Jeweled frogs hopped from leaf to leaf.
Pressing her against a boulder, I ducked my knees and sought out her heat.
She kissed me harder.
Licked me.
Bit me.
I lost myself.
Grabbing her hips, I hoisted her higher up the rock. Her wet hair stencilled the boulder, her eyes ablaze with blinding sunlight. “I want you, Hen. So much.”
I fell on her.
I kissed her throat. I bit her ear. I found her mouth again and kissed her exquisitely hard all while her fingers dropped between us and found me.
I shuddered as she wrapped her hand around my erection.
I gasped as she pumped me.
I groaned as she guided me to breach her body.
“You’ll wake up after this, won’t you?” I whispered into her mouth. “Promise me, you’ll follow me back to where you belong if we do this.”
She squeezed me so damn hard, my vision stuttered. “Make me come first, and then we’ll see.”