“Yes, but what if he cuts me off?”
“You are mine, mi amor. That means you can have anything you want. Okay?”
“This can’t last forever.”
“Well to our dying days it can. I was serious Natasha. What we did today is just the beginning. We’re in this for the long haul. Can you handle that?”
“I’m sure I can.”
“You don’t sound sure. But I want you to know that I don’t waffle on decisions. I didn’t make it this far by changing my mind every minute or in fact pretty much ever. I promise I’ll be your rock when you feel unsure about us or anything. I knew from the second I walked into the room that you were special. Then I carried you in my arms, and I knew I couldn’t get enough of it. Then I tasted your sweet lips and dreamed of so much more. Now, I’ve made love to you, and I don’t know how I’ll ever concentrate on work again.” I giggle. “And hearing the sound of your laugh makes me feel alive.”
“You’ve made me feel so wonderful that it’s hard for me to explain.”
“How wonderful?” he asks, slowly sliding his hand down over my wet belly until he reaches my pussy that’s begging for his attention.
“Amazing,” I squeak out as he pushes two fingers inside. My breath catches as he rubs his thumb over my clit. I can’t take it anymore, and I come. As my orgasm washes over me, he lifts me up and lowers me down onto his cock. The fullness pushes a last hard thrust of pleasure through me. His lips run down my neck, sucking on me tenderly as he pumps up into me. My pussy clenches around his thickness. He bites down on my shoulder, and I come again.
“You’re so damn amazing,” he roars, spilling into my depths.
Chapter 8
Julian
I wanted a few days of relaxation with Natasha, but it seems something went down on Ostrov that caused them to come here. I wonder if the bastard that set Natasha up was caught. If not, I’ll find him myself. Once we’re out of the bath, I call down for some food to be brought up. There’s much I want to show her, but first I want her to rest up.
When I come back to the bedroom, she’s engulfed in my robe and messing with the controller for the television. She looks so damn adorable, so innocent, I feel like a predator. “The food will be here soon. After we discuss what we need to with your brother and my sister, we can take a long walk around the island. How does that sound?”
“Perfect. Though I wonder what this is all about.”
“Me too, but I’m sure that they are fine, and Mari told me that it wasn’t anything to worry about, so I will rest with my beautiful reina and enjoy the day.”
“Sounds like a plan.” She snuggles up against my chest, sighing while I hold her tighter. “This is turning out to be a much better vacation than I thought it would be.”
“Tell me about it. I miss my sister, but I can’t say I regret meeting you. Now, to make sure you don’t think this is a vacation again,” I growl out, rolling over and pinning her to the bed under me, slamming my lips to hers. “A vacation?” I ask her, running my hands over her arms.
“Um…that’s what it started off as,” she whispers huskily against my lips.
“Yes, very true.” I press my hips into her and lower my head, kissing her deeply just as there’s a knock at the door. “Damn it,” I grumble and hop off the bed. “Keep your sexy half naked ass in the room until the guy is gone or I’ll fire his ass on the spot.”
“Relax, Mr. Navarro,” she mutters, giving me a stern glare.
I head over to the door and let Ernesto in with the cart of food. “Gracias.” I send him on his way and turn around to see my sweet thing leaning on the bedroom door frame.
“What did I say?”
“Chill, I waited until you closed the door. I’m starving.” She walks over to the table and starts unloading the cart, picking at the fries on the tray.
“Don’t be stealing all my fries, woman,” I warn her, walking up and sliding my hands around her waist.
“They smell so good, though,” she explains while eating another.
“Mm…so do you,” I murmur against her pulse.
“As much as I want you again, I don’t think my newly broken in bits can handle you.”
I spin her around to look at me. I feel like a big asshole for not thinking of her needs. “Are you sore?”
“No.” I give her a “don’t bullshit me” arched brow and scowl. “Well, yes, but it’s not too bad.”
“Do you want some ice?” I ask. I don’t know what she needs, but it’s good for regular bruising.