Chapter 16 Mauro #2
“Later,” Eli tells her, draping an arm over the back of her chair.
I watch Vin stride alone toward the shadowed beach, then glance down at Alina, who meets my gaze with that knowing look.
“Go talk to him. I’ll meet you back at the house.”
We’ll talk later?
She nods, a small, unsure smile appearing.
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to her temple and then stand, following after him.
I find him perched on the sand, just a few feet from where the waves lap at the shore. The moon hangs high, silvering the water and painting the shoreline with light.
I sit beside him, and he lets out a long sigh.
“When I said I was always here to talk, I meant about your problems, not mine.” He grins, but it fades as he looks across the horizon. “I can’t marry her,” he admits quietly. “I mean, I will. It’s what I agreed to in order to ensure my family’s safety, but…”
He goes quiet, and I pull out my phone to type, There’s someone else.
It’s not a question, but a statement.
I’ve known for a while that there’s someone who captured his heart. Someone he desires strongly enough to risk the wrath that will come his way if he doesn’t follow through with an arranged marriage.
“There is.” He rubs the back of his neck, peering down, jaw tight.
“And the funny thing is, I have no idea who she is.” He looks up at me, and I arch a brow, waiting for him to continue.
“We shared…a night, and well, let’s just say I can’t get her out of my fucking head.
But the problem is, we never exchanged names.
I’m fairly certain she knew who I was, I mean, who doesn’t know me?
” I roll my eyes, grinning. “But I don’t know anything about her.
” He picks up a small pebble, rolling it between his fingers.
“I keep telling myself, if she were interested, she would have found me by now, but I don’t know…
She’s like a drug I need another hit of. ”
I nod in understanding as I look over my shoulder at the cabana in the distance, the one Alina and I have been sharing.
Vin bumps my shoulder with his. “Go be with your wife.” He grins. “I’m fine. Really. Just giving myself a few more minutes to wallow in self-pity, and then I’ll head to the bar and get properly drunk.”
I raise a questioning brow to ensure he’s good, and when he nods, I stand, wiping sand from my pants, and head in the direction of the huts.
“Not a word of this to anyone, Mauro,” Vin calls out, and I raise a finger to the sky, letting him know I heard him loud and clear.
A dull thud follows my steps as I cross the wooden bridge leading to the individual homes. I pass each one, stopping at the last hut. Taking a steadying breath, I step inside, finding it quiet.
Almost too quiet.
Maybe Alina isn’t back yet.
The sheer white curtains sway softly against the open windows as I move through the living area and into the bedroom. I notice the sliding door is open and step up to it, seeing…
Fuck me.
Alina sits on the edge of the built-in hot tub, a drink in hand, straw between her lips as she gazes out at the waves rolling onto the shore.
My eyes trail down her body on display in a black bikini that does very little to cover her. Her full breasts are practically spilling out of the soft material, begging to be let free. Her long legs gently kick back and forth, drops of water splashing onto her thighs.
She seems completely absorbed in the rhythm of the waves, unaware of the pull she has over me, the quiet power in the way she exists beneath the moonlight.
I swallow hard, my breath becoming labored.
She turns and sees me, her head tilting to the side as she twirls the tiny pink umbrella before placing the glass beside her, a shy smile appearing.
Words aren’t necessary right now.
Because I know what she wants.
And as her husband, I’m here to take care of all her needs.
I don’t hesitate in tugging at the collar of my shirt, yanking it over my head, and tossing it to the side. I don’t fumble around as I unzip my pants and shove them down, leaving me in only a pair of black boxer briefs.
For a fleeting moment, I worry the sight of me will frighten her. But the opposite appears evident in her eyes, which grow hungry, and in her movements, which still.
She licks her bottom lip, her hands resting behind her as she leans back, her breasts begging me to come closer. To tease her body and please her like no man ever has.
Stepping into the warm water, I walk straight toward her, not stopping until I’m directly between her legs. I slide my hand around her neck, my thumb grazing her jawline.
Her plush lips part. “Let’s play pretend, husband,” she whispers, her eyes closing, her breath—the scent of peach, strawberries, and every other fruit in her drink—coating over my face.
I don’t deserve her.
But I’m going to take her anyway.
My lips land on hers, consuming her as I grip the back of her head. My tongue slips between the seam of her lips, meeting her own in a frenzied dance.
Slowly, my hands slide down her body, gliding over every delicate curve.
Her softness is a complete contrast to my roughness.
Her beauty is a sight the beast inside me shouldn’t be privileged in seeing.
But for tonight, I’ll be greedy.
I’ll allow myself something that shouldn’t be mine.
She moans against my lips, her body curving into mine. Her hips rock forward, seeking friction.
Seeking me.
But she’s not going to find her release that way.
Not when I’ve been dreaming of tasting her properly.
Of making her come around my tongue as I devour her arousal.
My lips descend down her neck, my fingers making quick work of untying her top.
The strings fall off her shoulders, the material gliding off her skin, revealing soft pink nipples.
A breeze skates over her skin, causing them to harden, and I can’t resist leaning down and wrapping my lips around one.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her head dropping back as I lick and suck, using my fingers to do the same to the other while she writhes beneath me.
“Mauro, please,” she begs so sweetly.
I pull back, admiring the slight blush spreading over her skin as she pants uncontrollably. My fingers drag along her hips, pulling on the strings until the knots come undone.
Skimming the pads of my fingers across her thighs, I reach the flimsy piece of fabric and pull it down.
I groan in appreciation at the sight of Alina bare before me.
Ready for me to worship.
My eyes travel over every glorious inch of her body as I press the palms of my hands together in front of me and then move them outward in opposite directions. Spread.
It takes her a few seconds, but eventually she does as she’s told, widening her legs to reveal her pretty wet pussy.
Goddammit, she’s perfect.
She bites down on her bottom lip, and I see the nerves floating across her eyes.
Stepping back, I lower my body into the water and lean down, keeping my eyes connected with hers, when I stick out my tongue and lick all the way from her entrance to her clit. Her taste… Her sweet, mouthwatering taste is an aphrodisiac in my mouth, sending a bolt of desire to my cock.
She whimpers softly as a tremble rushes over her body.
And with a need unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, I plunge my face between her legs, licking her most sensitive area. She clutches onto me, one hand on my shoulder, the other in my hair, as I devour her whole.
I keep one hand on her hip, my fingers curved around her thigh as I hold her in place.
The other snakes between her legs, my fingers sliding through her wetness.
I twirl a finger above her opening, teasing her with a slight pressure.
She pushes herself forward, seeking more, and I thrust my finger knuckle deep inside her.
Her head falls back, her long brown strands blowing in the wind, making her appear like a goddess getting worshipped by the sea.
I work my finger in and out while my tongue continues thrashing against her bundle of nerves. “More,” she pants, her thighs beginning to tighten around my head. “Please. I’m so close.”
A second finger is added, applying more pressure as I go deeper and harder. She screams out, her body practically convulsing around me as the pleasure builds within her.
“I’m… Yes, right there… Don’t stop… Right… Right…” Her thighs quiver, her back arching as the orgasm crashes through her. “Mauro!” she shouts like a beautiful melody I’ll never tire of hearing as she clutches onto me with shaking arms.
I watch her unravel in my hold.
I admire the way her body just responded to me. How it did as I commanded, without me having to speak a single word.
Because in this moment, words aren’t needed.
Not when I can see, feel, and hear everything that signals to me what she needs and how.
I brush back her loose strands, completely enamored by her.
She was fucking made for me.
Standing to my full height, I grip her chin, giving her a moment to open her hooded eyes. She smiles softly, biting down on her bottom lip. “Now what?”
I grin. Now, I think right before lifting her in my arms and throwing her over my shoulder, I make you mine.