Chapter Thirty-Two Ella
Chapter Thirty-Two
Ella
Ready to enjoy this time with him, I let myself go and hand over the reins.
Tiero doesn’t hesitate. He takes everything I offer.
He devours my mouth. His tongue glides and strokes with confident precision, and I follow, melting into the rhythm of him.
Whatever restraint I had left dissolves.
My hands roam freely over his broad back, savoring the ripple of muscle beneath my fingertips. When I reach his firm ass, I slide one hand into his shorts.
Oh. Yes.
He’s not wearing anything underneath.
I squeeze, unable to resist.
A low shiver moves through him.
The reaction sparks something wickedly satisfying inside me. I grin against his lips.
They move along my jaw, peppering kisses on my heated skin.
“You are breathtaking, princess,” Tiero murmurs against my ear, teeth grazing lightly. “I can’t wait to worship this gorgeous body of yours. To have you beneath me. To make you fall apart in my arms.”
Heat surges through me.
Yes. Now. Please.
My entire body aches for his touch.
And he gives it to me, kissing me with such intensity that my knees nearly buckle.
While his mouth claims mine, his fingers find the zipper of my dress. The soft rasp of it sliding down sends a tremor through me.
My dress loosens and slips from my shoulders as I work at the ties of his board shorts, my hands far less steady than his.
His palms glide over my skin, mapping me with slow authority before dipping lower. My breath turns ragged when he reaches my soaked bikini bottoms. He strokes me through the fabric, then with deft fingers unties them, removing another barrier between us.
The careless toss of them shouldn’t thrill me.
But it does.
His kisses deepen, his hunger for me sharpening their edge. Molten need coils low in my belly, spreading outward until all my thoughts dissolve entirely.
Why did I resist this for so long?
I don’t remember.
All I know is him.
Exploring my skin, he finds a sensitive spot at my neck, licking and sucking at it. Goosebumps break out everywhere. I don’t even try to hide the groan he draws from me.
While Tiero’s mouth travels along my neck, I keep fumbling with the strings of his shorts. Finally, I loosen them and free him from the last scrap of fabric clinging to him.
The shorts slide down his strong legs, and I skim over his hips to his taut behind with one hand, pulling him closer. My other hand grips his erection, squeezing it.
The solid weight of him against me steals the air from my lungs. My hand closes around him firmer, testing, savoring the effect I have on him.
Fuck, he’s big.
A rough sound vibrates through his chest.
His hands move upward again, slower now. Deliberate. He cups my still covered breasts before his fingers wander to my back, undoing the ties of my bikini top.
When the scrap of fabric falls away and he bares me fully to his eyes, he bends to let his mouth follow the curve of my breasts.
My breath catches. A slow, aching pull builds in my core as his lips trace and caress. Then his tongue joins in, toying with one nipple while he circles and rubs the other with his thumb. I gasp when he takes my nipple between his teeth, biting down before lapping at it to take the sting away.
My fingers tangle in his hair, pushing his mouth more into me. He obliges, suckling and licking until I feel like going blind with pleasure.
“Tiero,” I breathe, unsure whether I’m protesting the intensity or begging for more.
I push away from him and sink to my knees. I want to taste him and see his glorious cock up close. But he stops me and pulls me back up.
“Not now, princess,” he rasps. “We have plenty of time for this. I need to be inside you. I need you on my cock.”
In one smooth motion, he grips the backs of my thighs and lifts me onto his hips. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, and he carries me across the deck as if I weigh nothing.
He lays me down on the wide table, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.
We’re out in the open, completely exposed. I didn’t see any other boats nearby earlier, but even if I had, I wouldn’t care right now.
I’m consumed by this moment.
By him.
I’m naked before Tiero for the first time. But I don’t feel shy.
He steps back and takes me fully in.
The way his gaze moves over me makes shivers run through my body. It’s slow, deliberate, reverent even. It’s not hunger alone. There’s possession. Admiration. Claim.
I’ve never felt more seen. Or more powerful.
Emboldened, I let my knees fall apart and drag my hand slowly down the length of my body, watching his expression shift as I move. His eyes are riveted to the path my fingers take and lock onto my glistening sex. His jaw tightens. His breathing deepens.
Licking his luscious lips, he lowers himself to his knees in front of me.
The sight alone nearly undoes me.
All the air leaves my lungs when he leans in. His tongue darts out, tasting me, teasing me with painfully slow, languid strokes that make my back arch off the table.
“Hmm.”
The vibration of that sound travels into me, adding to the sensations bombarding my senses. My body jerks helplessly. His hands go to my hips to hold me still.
“You taste heavenly,” he growls, his eyes fixed on me. They’re not letting me go, and I close mine to escape their force.
Tiero is relentless. His tongue never lets up. Tiny whimpers fall from my lips as I squirm on the table. My legs drape over his shoulders of their own accord, and my hands find their way into his dark hair, tugging and twisting, needing an outlet for the tension rapidly building inside my core.
With my body on fire, I’m not in control of it anymore. Each pass of his tongue electrifies me more, injecting my body with ever-growing pleasure.
I buck and moan, teetering on the edge.
Only a little more.
Right there…
I’m heading straight for the peak when he suddenly stops.
“Noooo,” I wail, the sound breaking from me as my eyes snap open.
I look down at him over the rise and fall of my chest. His gaze is heavy-lidded and dark with intent. He left me right at the edge, trembling there, and he knows it.
My body aches for release.
I need to come.
My eyes beg him.
“You will come on my cock, princess,” he says, voice roughened by restraint. “I’ll take my time with you later. Right now, I need to feel you.”
The promise in his tone makes my stomach flutter.
He rises, leaning over me to claim my mouth in a fierce, consuming kiss. His rock-hard length is at my entrance, slowly rubbing up and down my slit, a deliberate tease that makes me writhe.
My pulse pounds. My entire body feels suspended between need and surrender.
And then…
He presses forward.
Heat.
Fullness.
It steals my breath.
Fuck, he feels amazing.
The thought jolts something, and I freeze.
“Condom, Tiero.” My hands fly to his chest, pushing against it. “We need a condom.”
He stills instantly.
“Merda,” he mutters under his breath before stepping back and disappearing inside.
Moments later he returns, sheathing himself. His hungry gaze travels over me, landing on where we were joined just seconds ago.
“Now,” he says quietly, stepping between my legs again, “where were we?”
I prop myself up on my elbows, watching him.
The tremor that moves through me is no longer nerves. It’s anticipation sharpened to a blade.
He leans down and kisses me again, slower this time but no less commanding. His mouth sets the rhythm. I follow.
His hand moves between us and he pushes two fingers inside me, building the tension again with patient strokes. The pleasure that almost unraveled me surges back with a vengeance.
I fall back against the table, my body arching helplessly.
A low moan leaves both of us.
“Fuck, princess. You’re soaked and so goddamn tight,” he murmurs, voice dark and satisfied. “I’m going to take you so deep you will never forget who you belong to.”
He pushes his fingers deeper and strums my clit with his thumb until I’m once again teetering on the edge of freefall.
“Not yet, princess,” he warns. “You will scream my name only when my cock is buried deep inside you. And I will roar yours when you milk me so dry that there’s not a drop of cum left in me.”
The authority in his tone sends another wave through me.
No one has ever spoken to me like this.
No one has ever held this kind of control.
And the most shocking part?
I’m burning for it.
He withdraws his hand and spreads my thighs wider, positioning himself.
Holding my gaze, he drives into me in one decisive stroke.
The air leaves my lungs.
A broken sound tears from my throat as my body stretches around him, shock and pleasure colliding in one blinding rush.
Holy fuck.
It burns, my body throbbing around him.
Tiero throws his head back with a raw, triumphant sound that rips straight through me.
I’ve never felt so full.
He doesn’t give me long to adjust. He moves again, deep, deliberate, relentless.
“That’s it, princess,” he growls. “Take me.”
My back arches off the table. The world fractures into light and heat as my body struggles to catch up with him.
He sets a ruthless rhythm, each thrust claiming more space, more control, more of me.
“Open for me.”
I do.
My legs obey as if having a mind of their own, allowing him complete access to my body.
He moves like a man possessed, teeth grazing my neck, his breath hot and uneven against my skin. It’s primal. Territorial. Like he’s staking something invisible but undeniable.
“God, you feel incredible,” he mutters, voice rough and unfiltered, hands gripping my hips to keep me exactly where he wants me.
My mind dissolves.
There’s only sensation. Only him.
The sound of our bodies joining fills the air, along with the deep, ragged groans he doesn’t try to hide. The pressure is building low and tight inside me, impossible to contain.
I gasp with every movement, climbing higher, closer, trembling on the edge.
“Come for me,” he commands, voice thick with need. “Let me feel you. Now.”
His hand moves between us, and he pinches my clit.
The world detonates.
I shatter.
The cry that leaves me is swallowed by the open sky and sea wind. My body contracts around him almost violently in fierce, uncontrollable waves.
His cock pulses inside me. He drives himself as deep as he can go one final time and roars my name.
The aftermath is blinding.
Pleasure echoes through me in slow, rolling shockwaves until I’m nothing but limp heat and breathless disbelief.
Holy hell.
I’ve never experienced anything like it.
My body is boneless against the table, skin flushed, heart racing as we both struggle to draw steady air.
He leans over me and kisses me again, slower now. Thorough. Possessive without urgency.
When he finally pulls back, he cups my face in his hands and looks at me as if sealing something invisible.
“You’re mine now,” he says quietly.
The words send a tremor through me.
My thoughts are still tangled in aftershocks. My mind is mush.
It’s just a figure of speech.
Isn’t it?
Before unease can settle, his thumb strokes my cheek, his expression softening.
“That,” he murmurs against my lips, “was just the beginning. An excellent appetizer.”
I blink up at him, dazed.
An appetizer?
I feel like I consumed an entire menu.
“Now let’s get to the main course,” he says, trailing kisses along my jaw. “I’m still hungry.”
“Oh god, what have I unleashed?” I ask, only half-joking.
His mouth curves with quiet certainty.
“A man who intends to keep you very satisfied,” he replies, lifting me into his arms and carrying me to his cabin.