Brand of Possession

‘No,’ some of the tension seemed to leave his body, ‘I stayed up there for several minutes longer. I thought of the way we make love, the way you give yourself absolutely to me, the way you hold nothing back, and I knew that whatever that kid was doing here on our beach you were not encouraging him.’

‘Oh, Jake!’ Tears shone in her eyes. ‘I thought he was you. I nearly died when I realised he wasn’t. And then I thought—then I thought you—’

‘You thought I would come down here and go berserk,’ he finished for her, gently wiping away her tears. ‘And I very nearly did.’

‘But you didn’t, that’s the main thing.’

‘Mm, I suppose it’s a start.’

It was more than that to her. She knew now that whatever pressures did lie ahead of them that together they would be able to work them out. Their love meant more to them than Jake’s jealousy ever would, and he would learn to control that too in time.

Jake picked her up in his arms and began to stride back towards the villa with her.

‘What are you doing?’ she gasped.

‘The honeymoon isn’t over yet,’ he smiled down at her. ‘And I intend putting my brand of possession on you once again.’

‘Oh, Jake!’ she giggled.

He lay down with her on the huge double bed they had shared the last few weeks, taking off her bikini with a familiarity that still had the power to make her blush. He devoured her body, his lips making her squirm with pleasure. ‘I don’t think the honeymoon will ever be over for us,’ he moaned throatily, kicking off the navy blue swimming trunks, the last piece of clothing to separate their naked bodies. ‘Oh, love me, Stacy. Love me!’

This was where she belonged, where she would always belong. She cried her love for him as the waves of desire washed over them both, taking them to the heights.

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