Chapter Fifty-Six
Isla
The icy ocean was plunging me under its dark depths.
I knew I was dreaming.
Somewhere in my conscious thought, I remembered I was in Miami Beach.
I remembered him.
Oh my God, him.
Those green eyes, the heady scent of vetiver, musk, citrus, and Cap d’Antibes. I wanted to drown in that intoxicating fragrance that was all dominance and command, but before I could, a whisper of cold made me shiver.
I reached for the covers, and the bed… dipped?
Between my legs?
Then all of a sudden, I truly was drowning in the scent of vetiver and musk as my thighs were unceremoniously pushed wide and a hot mouth landed directly on my clit.
“Oh my God.” I shot up, gripped the hair on the head between my legs, and made to shove the intruder away when his breath hit my wet pussy a mere blink before his deep voice halted me.
“Intruse. Did I give you permission to grab my hair?” An expert tongue swirled around my clit.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
“Simple question, Isla.” Teeth grazed. Two fingers slid inside me. “Answer.” Primitive and punishing, pressure inside my front walls robbed my breath as my clit was bitten.
Painful desire suffocated me from all reason.
“Let go of my hair, intruse.” The fingers drove deep, a tongue swirled.
My hardened nipples turned into beacons of agony, my knees hitched up, and I pulled on the only reins I had. His hair.
It was instant.
My wrists were gripped, my arms were thrown over my head, my back hit the bed, and a former SEAL landed on top of me as he drove his impossibly huge cock into my aching core.
An animal screamed.
A beast fucked two strokes into me.
And I was coming.
Oh dear God, was I coming.
Then I was being reprimanded.
“You have a problem listening to instructions, intruse. That orgasm, and this next one, you may have. But then you’ll wait for it.” His thick, hard length that was gloriously splitting me in two abruptly pulled out of my throbbing pussy.
A second later, his mouth was back on my clit, and his fingers were driving into me.
Then he was everywhere.
Teeth, tongue, whole mouth, fingers.
My clit, pussy, nipples, the insides of my thighs.
I was screaming through another release in what felt like seconds as my body rippled with shockwaves of confusing pleasure-pain. Before I could even draw in a breath, he was back on me.
Shoving my thighs impossibly wider, this time he drove into me with so much force, my shaking body shot up the bed. Then his hips were slapping against mine as he wild-fucked me and warned me.
“That greedy little cunt is going to wait this time.” The headboard rattled. “She comes when I come. Verbal confirmation that you hear me, intruse.”
“No, no, no.” Yes, yes, yes.
“No isn’t stop, ma petite intruse. Are you telling me to stop?” Driving into me without grinding his hips, slamming into my clit on every deep thrust, he kept talking. “You know the rules. I’m checking in. Verbal reply, Isla.”
Oh dear God, I was going to come again. “Wh-what?” He was going to break me. “I’m going to come.” I was going to fucking shatter.
“No, you’re not. Not unless you answer me.” His next thrust didn’t hit my clit.
It didn’t even come close. “No.” He did it again. And again. “No!” Now he was shallow-fucking me. This wasn’t happening. “Don’t stop.” I couldn’t come again. “I need to come. Please.” Please, please, please. Give me hard. “Harder.” I loved it. “I need it.” I needed him.
“I know what you need, ma petite intruse.” He drove deeply into me and started rocking.
Oh, thank fuck. “Yes.” My clit sang. “Do not stop.” Wetness fell down my cheeks.
“Are you asking to come?”
“Please.” I was an addict.
“Are you going to wait until I tell you?”
“Yes.” Anything, yes.
His voice turned softer. “Bonne fille.” But he reared back and slammed into me harder.
My core pulsed, my body hummed, I was about to shatter, but then suddenly, I was on a different precipice, and I couldn’t.
My mind started to bend. It was as if I were floating past myself.
And this urge—no, demand—was filling every corner of my being, and all I wanted was to please him.
Submit. Give him what he needed. No, not give, be.
Be what he needed. Except it wasn’t merely a feeling.
It wasn’t just my body. It was something soul-deep that frightened me.
A word that I didn’t want to say, but came anyway.
Purpose.
Destiny, reason, providence—as if I were here, he was here, and this moment was preordained. I was for him, he was for me, and together, that was bigger than either of us, but there was nothing except us in this moment.
“Will,” I cried, fighting confusion and rightness in equal measure as if I were back on my knees, taking him down my throat, and watching his every breath to see if I was giving him pleasure.
But this was different than our first time, and this man did not stay.
He was a thief in the night. He was stealing my agency. I told myself this. But—
“Intruse.”
Oh, God. That voice, his dominance. Yes, yes, I was his intruse. He was my warfighter. This was his pleasure, and I would worry about it all later because right now, I just wanted to be everything this dominant man needed. “I want to make you feel good.”
“You will, ma petite intruse. But you’re going to wait.” He drove into me twice more. “Wait.”
My legs started to shake. I begged. “I need to make you feel good.”
“Then come for me, bonne fille.” He thrust hard and ground his hips. “Come now.”
My body already surrendered to him, my mind followed, and I came.
I came so hard, the roar of his release was my release as he pumped deep inside me, but in the back of my mind, through the haze of seduction, I didn’t completely let go.
When he didn’t pull out and his thrusts turned venerating and gentle, I didn’t forget.
When he made me come a fourth time like a lover giving his mate pleasure, I told myself this was only forty-eight hours.
When he finally pulled me into his arms, kissed my shoulder, and told me to sleep, I promised myself I would not cry when I woke to an empty bed.