14. Sadie
The wayhe looks at me is time-stopping.
An explosion worthy of any superhero movie could be taking place along the shoreline and I wouldn’t know when Rhys sweeps me into his arms, carrying me into the master suite and places me on the bed.
I sink into the mattress, the blankets soft beneath me.
His gaze, now smoldering with unchecked primal desire, rakes hungrily over my body as he joins me, capturing my lips before quickly pulling away.
I gasp as his wicked mouth trails fire down my throat, his tongue grazing my sensitive skin. “Please.” Already, I’ve reached the point of begging. “I need your hands on me.”
“Where do you need me, my gorgeous girl?” His deep, refined accent sends shivers racing down my sweat-slicked spine. “Tell me what you crave, and it’s yours. Every single filthy wish, every last wicked fantasy. I’ll deny you nothing, baby.”
Baby? Oh Lord have mercy.
He’s never called me that before.
But let me tell you, I like it. A lot.
“Everywhere.” Driven by pure carnal need, my inhibitions nowhere to be found, I guide his hand to the hem of my dress, the heat of his palm searing me through the fabric. “I want your fingers back inside me, sinking deep until I’m coming all over you.”
My words work like magic.
With quickness, he moves.
“Bloody hell, you’re exquisite.” Repeating what he’s told me before, he tears my dress and built-in bra, ripping them at the seams. But whether it’s my favorite dress or not, I don’t care. Not one dang iota. Not when his heated gaze starts devouring every inch of skin he bares. “An absolute fucking masterpiece. I’m going to worship this divine body until you’re screaming my name.”
Cool air kisses my fevered flesh as he leaves me in nothing but a scrap of lace. Calloused fingers trace the curves of my breasts, tweaking my nipples into aching peaks.
“These perfect tits were made for my mouth. I could suck and tease them for hours, until you’re mindless with pleasure, begging me to slam every inch of my hard cock inside you.”
I whimper as he laves attention on one straining bud, swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip before biting it lightly, the move one of pure deliciousness. Pleasure streaks through me like lightning, making me arch into his touch, silently pleading for more.
It’s enough to get my point across.
“I’ve got you, love.” Slowly, maddeningly, he kisses his way down my quivering belly, his lips and tongue leaving chill bumps in their wake. He nips at my hip bone, soothing the sting with a soft kiss before settling between my thighs.
Hooking his fingers in my soaked panties, he drags them down my trembling legs and tosses them aside. Then he’s spreading me open, exposing my wet flesh to his hungry eyes.
“Christ, you’re fucking perfect.” His hot breath ghosts over my sensitive folds, making me squirm with anticipation. “I’m going to devour this sweet pussy until you’re soaking my face with your wetness.”
“Rhys, please—”
I scream, my back arching once more at the first swipe of his tongue. My hands fly to his hair anchoring—imprisoning—him against me. For a moment I worry I’m hurting him.
I couldn’t be more wrong.
Spearing his tongue inside me, he wraps his muscular arms around my thighs and growls against me, the animalistic sound reverberating deep in my core. He splays one hand on my lower stomach while using the other to slide a thick finger deep inside me, then another.
“Please don’t stop.” My hips undulate shamelessly against his face as he circles my clit in time with my hammering heart. “I need...”
Breaking away to look up at me, he rakes his tongue over his lower lip, tasting the mess I’ve made of his face. “I know what you need and it’s time I give it to you.”
Urging me up, he sprawls back against the pillows and pulls me to straddle his face, his hands gripping my behind so tightly I’ll surely have bruises come the next few hours.
But again, I don’t give one single damn.
“Sit on my face, grab on to the headboard, and ride my tongue, sweet Sadie.” For the millionth time, just oh my God. “Be a good girl for me and fuck your Prince Charming’s mouth, taking what you need from me.”
When I don’t move fast enough for his liking, he brings his palm against my ass, the slap leaving behind a delicious sting. I’m tempted not to move just so he’ll do it again.
But I really want to ride his tongue.
A definite first for me.
Not knowing what I’m doing but allowing my want to guide me, I lower myself to his waiting lips, choking on a moan as he seals them around my aching clit and sucks.
Hard.
I cup my breasts, my head falling backward, eyes sliding closed as I find my rhythm. His skilled fingers dig into my flesh as he holds me steady, working me ruthlessly with lips and teeth and tongue until I’m grinding against him, chasing my release as if I’ll die if I don’t reach it.
Truthfully, I just might.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he growls, his words muffled and nearly indecipherable against my dripping core. “Ride me harder. Faster, baby. Soak my tongue with your sweetness. You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel this greedy pussy fluttering.”
If I thought I’d found heaven before I was mistaken. Because this? This is heaven. As for Rhys, he’s a god I’ll gladly fall to my knees and worship for the remainder of my days.
“That’s it, Sadie.” He grips me harder, his tongue kissing the perfect spot as I jerk forward and back, then in a circle. “You’re doing so fucking good. Now come for me, love.”
Jerking my head upright, I lean forward and grab the headboard as he demanded earlier and speed up my movements. Close. I’m so close. Just another second of his tongue and...
I shatter, an ear-splitting scream breaking free.
Wave after wave of blinding ecstasy crashes over and through me, making my body shudder and shake, my bones turning to Jell-O. Rhys works me through it, until I’m a trembling mess.
I’m a panting, spent mess.
Rhys sees it too.
Carefully, as if I’m made of glass, he eases me down onto the mattress before disappearing then returning, blanketing my body with his own to claim my mouth in a deep, drugging kiss before breaking away, meeting my eyes.
“Please tell me you’re on bloody birth control.” His harder-than-a-diamond cock bumps my center, the broad head nudging my soaked entrance. When did he even get undressed? I haven’t a clue. Too bad I didn’t get to see if he skipped wearing underwear like I suggested. “Because I need to feel you, all of you, with nothing between us.”
Everything I learned in sex ed flies right out the window at his words. Overcome by the depth of desire possessing me, I nod, my ability to speak having deserted me.
Just like my ability to think.
“I have an IUD,” I finally manage, my voice thin and needy. “And I’m clean. I got tested after catching Maxwell with Vanessa.”
I wait for the pain to hit, slamming into me like a sledgehammer, after mentioning them. For the gut punch the memory of their betrayal always conjures without fail.
But it never comes.
“Thank fuck.”
Lips moving along the sensitive column of my throat, he pushes forward, slow and controlled, until his thickness is sheathed to the hilt, stretching me almost to the point of pain.
Goodness gracious, he’s big.
“Christ, you’re so fucking tight. And look at how beautifully you’re taking me.” He starts to move then, slow at first, giving me time to adjust to him, then driving into me with deep, powerful strokes that move my entire frame, my breasts bouncing, the feel of him seeming to reach my throat.
“Fuck, the way you take me,” he grits out, half repeating himself, his jaw clenched with barely controlled restraint. “Like this perfect pussy was made for my cock.”
Moving with him as he slams into me, I wrap my arms around his strong back, my nails digging into his flesh, marking him with scratches as he did me with bruises.
Because if I’m his, then he’s mine too.
“You could have this every night, Sadie. My hungry mouth, my waiting fingers, my hard cock.” He pushes up onto his hands, hovering over me, watching as he fucks me, his lips slightly parted. “Whenever you wanted it, you could ride my face, have me bend you over the nearest chair...”
He leans down, closing the space.
His thrusts becoming harder, more desperate, he kisses the sensitive spot behind my ear, then whispers, “All you have to do is stay and let me worship this flawless body while I give you the entire sodding world and heal your broken heart.”
Tears sting my eyes when our gazes meet again, and I glimpse the naked vulnerability in his stare. God, I want to say yes. I’ve never felt so cherished, so perfectly possessed, in all my life. But the rational part of my brain—as small as it is—holds me back, unwilling to make promises my heart isn’t sure it can keep.
Needing to just feel and not think, I palm the back of his neck and bring him down to me. Pressing my forehead to his, I roll my hips to take him even deeper, relishing the growl that rumbles from deep within his chest.
Sensing my hesitation, he sits back on his heels, pulling me with him until I’m straddling his lap, his steel-like length still buried inside me. One hand grips my hip, the other fisting in my hair, holding me steady as he starts to thrust up into me, the new angle letting him hit a spot deep inside that makes me see stars.
Quite literally.
“Rhys!” My nails raking down his flexing back again, further marking him as my thighs squeeze his pistoning hips. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna—”
“That’s it, baby. Let go.” His hand falls from my hip and snakes between us to find my clit, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure, as if he owns the blueprint to my needy body. “I want to feel your sweet pussy coming on my cock. Milking me dry. Taking all I have to give.”
His words and one last thrust are the final straw.
I explode on a glass-shattering scream as I convulse around him, my walls clamping down on his throbbing length like a vise. With a curse I can’t decipher, Rhys buries his face in my neck, his hips stuttering, losing rhythm as he finds his own release, pulsing hot and deep inside me.
Once more boneless, I collapse against his chest, my breathing ragged, my heart threatening to crack my sternum before flying out of my chest. He holds me tight, running soothing hands down my sweat-slicked back as we both come down from the high.
Or in my case, return from heaven.
More than a few moments pass before he shifts us, lying me gently on the mess of a blanket and slipping free of my body. I mourn the loss immediately, feeling empty and aching without him.
But also bruised and battered from his size.
I take a breath, fighting to center myself. But then he’s rolling me onto my stomach and nudging my thighs apart, settling himself in the cradle of my hips.
“One more,” he rasps, his still-hard—How is this even frickin’ possible?—length sliding through my wetness, kissing my entrance. “I need to feel you shattering on my cock one more time.”
I nod, consenting.
“That’s my girl.” He pushes inside, sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. I gasp at the sensation, so much deeper in this position, and fist my hands in the blankets as he starts to move, setting a slow, rolling rhythm that’s the opposite of before but quickly builds in intensity.
Skin slapping against skin.
The erotic sound fills the cabin, punctuated by our harsh breathing and the gentle lapping of waves against the yacht’s hull. It’s in this moment, just like many before it, that everything outside of us fades, narrowing down the euphoric drag of his body deep inside mine.
“Fucking hell.” His grip on my hips tightens, sure to leave more bruises. “I can’t get enough of you. This sweet pussy, this perfect arse.” His words are enough to make me swoon. That’s if I wasn’t being nearly fucked to death. “I could spend eternity buried inside you and never tire of it.”
Each time he speaks, he sends me spiraling higher, pushing me closer to another pinnacle. I’m close, so close, every nerve ending sparking, every cell in my body straining toward release.
All I need is one little push...
As if sensing my need, Rhys leans over me, his chest pressed to my back, his lips at my ear. “Stay with me, Sadie,” he breathes, and I can hear the tremor in his voice, the genuine emotion. “Let me love you like this every day, every night. Let me show you what our forever could be like.”
His plea, so raw and honest, is my undoing.
With a broken cry, I detonate in his arms, surrendering to the pleasure, the sheer intensity of my burgeoning feelings for this man. Just like before, Rhys follows me over with a hoarse shout of his own, our bodies in tune with one another, his pulsing deep inside me, flooding me with his heat.
Panting as if he’s just run a marathon at Kentucky Derby speed, he collapses half on top of me, his face buried in my hair, his heart thundering against my back. We lay like that for what feels like forever, our bodies entwined, our breathing slowly synchronizing.
And it just feels... right.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he rolls to the side, pulling me with him so we’re face-to-face, our noses nearly touching. His dark eyes, their flecks of bourbon, moss, and gold seeming to swirl together, search mine intently, as if trying to peer straight into my soul.
“I’m already falling for you, Sadie,” he murmurs, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “Stay with me, love. Let me prove to you this is real, that I’m not going anywhere.”
My heart clenches, emotion welling in my throat. “Rhys, I...”
But he presses a finger to my lips, silencing me gently. “Shh, it’s all right, love. I know I’m asking for a lot after everything you’ve been through. But I’m not giving up. Never will.” A small, determined grin quirks his perfect mouth. “I’ll just have to keep convincing you, won’t I?”
Despite myself, I feel an answering smile tug at my lips. “You’re awfully sure of yourself, Mr. Kensington.”
“When it comes to you, Miss Winslow? You’re sodding right I am.” He pulls me closer, tucking my head beneath his chin, his arms banding around me like he never wants to let go.
And in them, I find peace.
It’s now as I drift off to sleep, safe and sated in his embrace, I realize I don’t want him to. Because this man, with his tender heart and wicked touch, has me completely in his thrall—body, heart, and soul.
And heaven help me, I never want to be free.