Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
He rubs his body, and I swear it’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen. Okay, that’s not true, watching him wash and then touch himself might have been.
Once he also has soap on his body, he places the soap back and then takes my hand.
“You ready?”
“Yes.”
Together, we walk closely against the stone until we are walking almost directly under the waterfall.
The water soaks us both, and then we are behind the falls in a pool of water. It’s not as deep here, but just being underneath some water feels amazing right now.
I use the spraying water as a makeshift shower, and then I’m scrubbing my body.
It’s only a few minutes later when I feel him. He’s behind me with his hard body pressed against mine.
His lips are the first thing to touch me. They trail across my shoulders, placing small kisses on my skin. Next, his hands reach around me, pulling me flush against his body.
He’s long and hard behind me, his erection resting on my back. He’s leading me as he kisses me, leading me to the rocks that are no longer underwater.
“Brace yourself,” he says. His hands are all over me now. Touching and teasing me everywhere.
A part of me wonders if this is safe with the storm outside, but where we are behind the waterfall, it’s as if we are in our private grotto.
I lean forward and place my hands on a rock. It’s slippery but no more slippery than if I was bracing myself in a shower.
His hands spread my legs, and then his fingers thrust inside me.
Preparing me to take him again.
He keeps up the pace before he pulls his fingers out, and then I feel him nudging at my entrance.
I’m about to tell him to hurry, that I can’t hold myself like this forever, but then he thrusts inside me and takes all my words away.
I can’t speak.
I can’t think.
All I can do is feel.
He slams in and then pulls out.
The angle is so deep this way, I can feel every inch of him, and it’s delicious.
With each thrust, I feel myself getting closer and closer.
This won’t be long. This is a wicked frenzy. A need we both can’t quench.
He fucks me hard, claiming ownership of my body, and I allow it. I welcome it. I give it to him freely.
I know he’s close, which is good because I’m close too. I feel my legs tremble; I feel my body tightening, and then I’m flying off the side of the waterfall. I’m falling over my own cliff, and as Alaric bites down on my shoulder and tightens his hold, he falls over too.
He stays inside me as I catch my breath, and then he’s slipping out and helping me stand.
I’m turned around before I know what’s happening, and his mouth is on mine.
It’s a tender kiss, soft and passionate, not hurried like before. Not claiming. No, this kiss is more than that. This is the type of kiss that holds promise. But I know deep down it can’t. It’s another lie we tell ourselves to survive on this island. But I shake those thoughts away. For now, I’ll fade into the dream and pretend.
34
Alaric
After the impromptu fuck at the waterfall, I pull her into my arms and lead her back to the cave.
Since we don’t have towels, we sit naked by the fire to dry while we cook the fish.
With the storm still going strong outside, we don’t have many options. As we wait for the wind and rain to pass, Phoenix regales me with stories of her life once Michael took her in.
The man she describes does not match the man I know.
But the man Phoenix has gotten to know on this island, the parts I have only shared with her don’t match the man the world knows of me.
Here, I’m able to let down my guard. Here, my only responsibility is to keep us alive.
There is nothing else.
A part of me doesn’t want to leave.
I’d never admit that, but things are simple here. Peaceful. There is no false pretense; all there is survival.
It’s like all those years ago …
When my father dropped me on an island and told me he’d be back in a week.
There was no room to hate him, to hate anyone, when you just want to live.
It’s refreshing.
Ever since my brother was murdered, ever since I got the call that my car was blown up parked outside the back of the building where my brother was, my life has never been simple.
“Am I boring you?” Phoenix asks. Her head is inclined, and her brows knit together.
How long was she talking?
And what the hell did she say?
“No,” I respond.
Her lips tip up into a smirk. “Then what did I say, Alaric?” She winks.
Because she knows I wasn’t listening.
“You said that I was devastatingly handsome, and that you wanted to f—”