His eyes softened, and in seconds, he released her from the bindings. He rubbed her wrists between his palms. “Just want to make sure your circulation is okay and there are no bruises.” He lifted each hand up for examination. “Just a little redness, something to remind you of this moment,” he said, sounding pleased.
She had a hunch she would be satisfied, too, if she saw marks of his possession. Not too many or too hard. Just enough to remind her that she’d been his to command.
“One day I’ll fuck you that way. But this first time? I’m going to make love to you, and I want you one hundred percent engaged.”
The words make love shocked her, resonating in her brain and scaring her in so many ways. Brushing off her fears, assuring herself the words were just that, she pushed them away. Meanwhile, he grabbed the condom, ripped it open, and rolled it on.
Then he was back, his hands on either side of her head. He looked into her eyes, and every dream she’d had and pushed away came true. Before she could think, he was positioned at her core, thrusting hard, and she couldn’t think at all.
Jaw tight, he glided out of her slowly before penetrating her harder and deeper than before. She moaned and bent her knees, wanting him as far as he could possibly go, their bodies joined completely. He braced his hands on her knees and pushed her legs back, opening her to him completely.
“God, Max.”
“Want to see you and feel you, princess.” He pulled out and watched as he took her again. And again. And again.
She slid her fingers through his hair, doing a little pulling of her own as she worked her way down, using her freedom to touch. She felt every corded muscle in his shoulders, forearms, and back, scoring his skin with her nails as he pounded into her, grinding his hips with every thrust. She gasped at the sensation of him thick inside her, her own slick lubrication guiding him in and out.
She was lost in sensation, lost in Max, when suddenly he gripped her knees harder, and she knew he was close. That knowledge spurred her higher, sensations hitting her from inside and out, her orgasm exploding throughout her body.
She heard herself cry out as she bucked beneath him.
“Fuck. Lucy!” he shouted, his climax consuming him at almost the same time.
He slammed into her one last time, hitting a spot inside her she’d never known she had. Another orgasm immediately took hold, and she rolled her hips, grinding her clit hard against him until the sensations subsided.
She fell back against the mattress, damp with sweat. Max rolled off her but remained close, an arm wrapped around her as they both struggled for breath.
“Fucking amazing, princess.” He kissed her forehead and pushed himself up and out of bed. “Be right back.”
As he went to take care of the condom, Lucy’s heart rate sped up in her chest, and she didn’t think it would be returning to normal any time soon, because Max had utterly consumed and devastated her, mind, body, and soul.
Chapter Five
Before Lucy knew it, the day of the wedding arrived.
Eden would have been an amazing place for pre-wedding festivities… if the bride had been healthy. Unfortunately Amanda still wasn’t, and the pre-wedding activities originally scheduled for after Gabe and Isabelle arrived were cancelled. No rehearsal dinner, no spa day for the women. Lucy felt awful that the bride-to-be had to miss out on so much. When she asked Decklan if she could visit with Amanda, he said she was spending most of her days throwing up and needed to conserve her energy for the wedding—which she insisted would go on as planned, no matter how sick she happened to be.
So Lucy had had the extra time to spend with Max. For the last forty-eight hours, she’d felt as if the outside world didn’t exist. She’d lived in a haze of passion, sex, sun, and a happiness that was foreign to her, making her realize she’d merely been going through the motions of life. Any time nervous thoughts about the future or getting too attached to him intruded¸ they disappeared as quickly as they’d come. Almost as if the island didn’t want her to deal with her hang-ups and insecurities while she was here. Considering the island was known for giving people their wildest dreams and fondest wishes, she didn’t need to question things with Max beyond that.
She decided to go with the flow and enjoy her first experience with hot, fantastic sex. Sex that taught her about trust and communication and mutual satisfaction, all things that had been missing in her previous encounters. Max set the bar so high she might never feel this kind of desire again, let alone have a truly passionate encounter with another man.
Shaking that thought off, she pulled the dress for the wedding out of her closet and laid it on the bed. Max had gone for a walk on the beach, but Lucy needed extra time to prepare for the big event. She’d showered in the luxurious bathroom with more jets than she knew what to do with… although Max had had some extremely creative ideas, and she’d come more than once thanks to his talented hands and the pulsing spray. Just another way Max had spoiled her for other men, other showers, and a future without him.
She slid her silk robe off her shoulders, leaving herself in a barely there thong that wouldn’t show beneath her dress and a strapless lace bra. Lost in thought, she was startled when Max came up behind her.
He braced his hands on her shoulders, swept her hair out of the way, and placed an open-mouthed kiss in the crook of her neck. His lips were warm, his breath hot, his tongue gliding sensuously across her skin. She shivered at the seductive touch, especially when he slid his hands down her shoulders, over her arms, and then cupped her breasts, squeezing hard on her nipples.
She moaned and leaned back into him, feeling his hard cock against her ass. “We have to be at the main hotel in thirty minutes, fully dressed. We don’t have time for me to shower again and redo my hair.”
But instead of stepping away from him, she wriggled further against him, inflaming her desire until moisture coated her thong. He slid his hand down her belly toward her pussy, and she stopped caring about their being late. She leaned her head back and spread her thighs.
“You like being a dirty girl for me, right?” Over the course of the last two days, Max had gotten increasingly more verbal during sex, encouraging her with hot, erotic words. “I asked you a question,” he said with a pinch on her clit.
“Ouch! Oh,” she said, moaning as the pain blossomed into something hotter and someh
ow infinitely sweeter. “Yes, yes, I like being a dirty girl.”
He held her in place with a hand around her neck, hard enough for her to feel his command, gentle enough not to leave marks or cut off her breath or hurt her in any way. As she’d come to expect, his dominance turned her on even more. She liked when he held her in place and directed their play.