But he quickly removes his fingers and pushes me away. Then he grabs me by the waist and slings me over his shoulder as he gets up from the couch. I squeal.
“Bed?” he growls.
“Upstairs.”
He marches into the hallway and up the stairs, opening every door until he finds the one he is looking for, the one with the king-size bed … and the huge panda in the corner.
I have a secret thing for pandas, and I never tell a soul about it.
I would’ve tucked it away before he came here, but it’s too late now. Oops.
He briefly glances at it and shrugs when I grin like a crazy woman. Then he throws me onto the bed and crawls on top of me, ripping my clothes off as if they’re paper to him.
“All these clothes are in the way,” he growls, visibly annoyed even though it only takes him seconds to throw it all into a corner of the room.
He quickly dives back down and parts my legs, burying his face between them. I gasp and bite my lip when he goes down on me, his tongue expertly licking all my nooks and crannies in a way that makes me moan with delight.
I love the way he can work his mouth to give me all the pleasure in the world. It’s like he craves it, enjoys it, loves to hear me purr.
He laps me so good, my whole body begins to shake and hum, and I grasp the sheets tight. When I come, I clamp my legs together and call out. “Fuck!”
He grins and presses soft kisses and licks my clit until the orgasm is over. Then he rises, and I struggle to breathe when he comes down on top of me and pulls my leg up beside him.
“Fuck, Jules … You’re my undoing … But I fucking love it.”
He plunges into me without holding back, making me gasp.
“Yes!” I moan as he fucks me hard and fast.
I feel dirty. Bad. But I love everything about it.
I love everything about him.
And I love how he’s filling me up right now with every inch of his being.
We’re both high on lust and need, our bodies dripping with sweat and desire. He looks me in the eye as he makes sweet, filthy love to me, and I take it all. I don’t want him to hold back. This is what we both need, what we crave.
We fuck until we’re both out of air and come undone together, wetness and cum spilling everywhere, moans echoing through the space. Spent, he rolls onto the mattress and lies down next to me, breathing out loud.
I stare at the ceiling as the heat rushes through my body.
I can’t ever get enough of him.
“What are you thinking about?” he suddenly asks.
I turn my head and smile at him. “You.”
He smiles back and leans in to press a kiss to my forehead, and we curl up together.
But even as I lay here with him by my side, I can’t help but feel melancholic. I know his love for me is practically infinite, but at what cost?
“Do you miss the island?” The question blurts out of me.
He nods but remains silent. It’s enough for me. I don’t need words. I’ve seen it in his behavior, in his emotions, everything. He’s not really here.
And I’m beginning to understand that no matter what I do, nothing will change the way he feels about the world beyond the island. Even if he does his best, he might still not be happy here.
And I don’t want to force him to stay just because of me.
I hold him tight and whisper in his ear, “You should go back.”
“What?” he mutters.
“To the island.”
He looks up at me, frowning. “Why?”
“I don’t want you to be unhappy,” I say, taking a deep breath.
“I am happy. I have you,” he says, holding me even tighter as if he’s afraid I’ll leave him.
Tears well up in my eyes. “Don’t lie.”
He lets out a big breath.
Yes, I used his words against him. But sometimes we have to hear what we don’t want to hear. Listen to our mind instead of our heart.
We both sigh. No more words are needed to describe our situation.
I love him, and he loves me, but sometimes we need more than love to survive.
We both knew it was coming.
The truth.
He doesn’t belong here.
Chapter Thirty-One
Accompanying Song: “Triggers” by IAMX
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I’ve never quaked in my shoes before, but now I’m quaking. I can’t stay put, my whole body agitated by the adrenaline rushing through my veins as we stand here on the square in the middle of the park.
Will they come?
“They’ll be here soon,” Jules says, watching me tap my foot.
I nod and fold my arms, leaning against the wall while I peer at all the people passing us. I feel tense, as if I’m ready to strike out instantly, even though they’re just people. But I don’t trust them. I don’t trust anyone out here.