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  “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Connie says softly, almost shyly, as she kisses the sting away with soft lips and a stroke of her tongue.

  “You wanted to bite me?” I laugh, and the sound is free, happy. With her I’m happy. A novel thought until recently.

  “Yes, and more…” she presses her lips against me, sliding her tongue up the side of my neck before nipping gently on my earlobe.

  “Little Siren,” I warn, her wildness calling to that part within me too.

  “Take your clothes off,” she growls, reminding us both of how my control had slipped in Ma Silva’s kitchen all those months ago. I’d been so fucking mad seeing her back on the island that day, so fucking mad, and scared, and lust-crazed that the words had slipped out before I could stop them.

  “What if I refuse?” I joke, knowing that I can’t refuse her anything, that I don’t want to.

  She doesn’t respond, she simply ducks down before me and pulls my jeans off my hips, sliding them down my legs. I’m not wearing any underwear and my angry cock springs free as I kick my jeans away. Connie smiles up at me, her pretty lips parting as she takes the tip of my cock in her mouth. “Fuck, Little Siren,” I grunt, my body shuddering as her lips lock around my cock, her tongue lapping at the precum leaking from me.

  “Hmm,” she hums around me, growing me harder, bigger. She’ll make me go blind at this rate. Gently she wraps her hand around the base of my dick and sucks, hollowing out her cheeks. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids.

  “You’ll make me come,” I grunt, my hips thrusting gently.

  She doesn’t answer. Instead she takes my cock fully into her mouth, little moans releasing as she sucks and licks at me right here out in the open. I can hear laughter coming from the bar along the way, and the chirrups of birds nesting for the night in the lush green vegetation beyond my hut. Anyone could find us, would probably come themselves if they saw what we were doing out here in the open. We’re two people so in love with one another that nothing can keep us apart any longer. I already feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine. My balls are so tight I fear I might just become a fucking prepubescent boy again if I don’t come and release the tension.

  “I want you to come,” she mutters, sliding her tongue up from the base to the tip, as she looks up at me with soulful, desire-filled eyes. Her mouth closes over the bulbous tip of my cock as she draws me back into the wet heat of her mouth. The second her teeth scrape gently up my length my hips jerk like a fucking teen who’s never had his dick sucked. She grasps the base of my cock, her warm hands squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.

  “Holy Mother of God,” I grind out, reaching for her, my eyes rolling back in my head as she sucks me deep into her wet mouth. Her cheeks hollow out as her tongue laps at me and for the briefest of moments I wonder how she learnt to be so good at this. I force that curiosity away. I don’t want to know because I'll kill any man who so much as looks at her, let alone fucking touches her. When she hums around my cock, her plump lips vibrating at the base whilst she deepthroats me, I come.

  I come so hard and so suddenly that my whole body stiffens then relaxes in satisfaction, softening not only every muscle within my body, but every cell too.

  I’m a fucking goner for her.

  Thirty-Eight

  Connie

  With Malakai’s cum sliding down my throat, the salty taste an aphrodisiac like no other, I release him gently and stand. He grasps hold of my shoulders to steady himself, and for the first time in my life I feel powerful. Knowing what I do to him is like a drug. I want to please him every day for the rest of my life. I want him to do wild, dirty things to me. I want him to touch me, lick me, fuck me, love me.

  I want his adoration and his love.

  Without waiting a moment longer, I grab his hand and pull him into his hut. The wood is still warm beneath my feet from a day filled with blistering heat. I arrived in the early hours of the morning and even though jet lag is beginning to make itself known, it isn’t strong enough to dampen my need for Malakai. Sleep can wait.

  Knowing he was here on the same resort and not going to him immediately was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. The barman had been kind enough to loan me his guitar and after I told him my plans, he agreed wholeheartedly to let me sing. He told me how Malakai came to the bar every night at the same time to drink alone and watch the ocean as though he were waiting for something. Someone.

  Now I’m here, and I intend on making it abundantly clear that I don’t ever want to be parted from him again. Never again.

  I won’t survive his absence one more time.

  His hut is spacious and well-equipped, with a double bed covered in crisp white cotton bedding. Every piece of furniture is made of a deep cherry wood that has been carved with exotic flowers and birds. White cotton curtains sway in the breeze and bright colourful cushions are scattered across a rattan sofa in the corner.

  “It’s beautiful,” I breathe. Everything about this island is beautiful, exotic, wild in a different way to the island I grew up on.

  “You’re beautiful. Nothing compares to you,” he hushes out, tugging me towards him as he sits at the foot of the bed. Drawing me between his legs, he wraps his arms around my waist and holds me close. “I never thought I’d see you again, Little Siren. I’d hoped, of course, but I never, ever believed you’d come here to find me…”

  He rests his cheek against the flat of my stomach, his warm breath tickling my skin, driving me insane with need. Everything throbs for him. My heart, my clit, my soul. Everything.

  “I love you, Malakai. Despite all the times you left me behind, I couldn’t leave you to the same fate. I knew I had to come here. I knew it was time to seek out what I wanted most. Your letter, it gave me the push I needed.”

  Malakai presses a kiss against my stomach, his fingers grasping my hips. “I’m sorry for how I’ve behaved. I didn’t know how to deal with my emotions. I was afraid of… everything, Connie. It’s no excuse, I know that, but it’s the truth.”

  His voice rumbles, the crack making my heart weep for him because I understand, I do. His mother was murdered before his eyes by his own father, a man who was as cruel and brutal as the King once was. Growing up in an environment where love is used against you, is seen as a weakness, can make the best of men crumble. I’m glad the cycle of pain is over now. I’m glad he’s free.

  “Hush now. It’s all over. The King is dead and you’re free, Malakai. You’re free to love,” I remind him.

  He looks up at me. Eyes open, sincere, hopeful. “I am and tonight I’m going to love you, Little Siren.”

  “Just tonight?” I ask.

  He shakes his head. “Not just tonight. Forever.”

  “Forever,” I whisper.

  I can see the love in his eyes. I can feel it between us. I know now that he loves me as deeply as I love him, but I can wait for the words. I can wait until he’s ready to utter them. Pushing him gently on the shoulders, I encourage him to lie down and allow myself to drink him in as he makes himself comfortable in the centre of the bed. A few grey hairs have appeared in his hairline, adding to his beauty, not distracting me from it. His hands are resting beneath his head, the muscles pulled taut and those thick veins of his forearms that I love so much bulging beneath his skin. I want to run my tongue along them. There’s something about Malakai that makes me feel wanton. I want to ride his face until I come. That thought has my lips parting and my skin flushing with heat.

  “When you look at me like that, Little Siren, I feel as though I’m naked…” he smiles ruefully, a glimmer of mirth in his eyes.

  “You are naked,” I remind him.

  He’s gloriously, powerfully naked. My man-god, my Poseidon. Ripped with muscles, taut, fucking beautiful. I want to sweep my fingers through the hair on his chest. I want to trace my fingers over every inch of him. I want to bite him.

  “You know what I mean. You cut me deep, Connie. You cut me open.”
/>   “Is it painful?” I ask, kneeling on the bed beside him as I trail my fingers up and down his chest and stomach, relishing in the feel of his warm skin and toned muscles. He’s so strong, so indestructible, physically at least. Malakai presses his eyes shut as he allows my touch to soothe him. We’ve gone from burning flames to a smouldering heat that’s equally as powerful.

  “No, not now at least,” he assures me, pinning me with his stare.

  “Talk to me, Malakai. Tell me what you mean,” I urge him, the flat of my palms running over his broad chest, delighting in the feel of him and the electricity that sparks between us whenever we touch. I ache for him and I can see that he still aches for me. His thick, erect cock is laying against his lower stomach. My pussy twitches with need, my clit throbs. One touch of his hand and I’ll fall over the edge.

  “I want you to see me. I want you to look at me that way because it flays me open. I’ve never felt as deeply adored than when you look at me the way you do. You make me feel so fucking alive, Connie. You make me feel as if nothing and no one can destroy me so long as I have you by my side.”

  My heart stretches, so full of his words, so near to bursting. “And before, when I looked at you this way…?”

  “It was excruciatingly painful because I was hiding from you. Refusing to allow you to touch me in here,” he says, tapping his chest just above his heart. I lean over, the tips of my hair brushing over his cock, his stomach and his chest as I move. Malakai groans as I lay my hand over the spot he just touched. I can feel his heartbeat pound beneath my palm.

  “And now, how does it feel?”

  “Like heaven.” He looks at me for a long, long time. Our gazes lock, our breaths fall into a rhythm as we allow the force between us to expand, to widen, engulfing us both. “It feels like peace, contentment,” he croaks, reaching for me, pulling me onto his lap as he sits up. Wrapping his arm around my back, he kisses me deep and slow, worshipping me with his tongue. “Malakai,” I whimper against his mouth, my skin flooding with heat, my clit greedy for his touch. He seems to understand my need because his hand slides between us, finding me drenched already.

  “Fuck,” he grinds out as he dips his fingers inside my folds tentatively, gently. I jerk under his touch, my greedy cunt presses against his hand, wanting more, wanting everything. “You’re killing me, Little Siren.”

  “Just so long as it’s slowly,” I mutter, dropping my head back as he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks. “I’ve waited so long for you to admit how you feel. So, so long. Before you’ve brought me to orgasm with your touch and harsh words, today I want the side of you that you never reveal to anyone. Can you give me that?”

  “I don’t think I can deny you a damn thing,” he grinds out, sliding two fingers inside of me whilst his thumb lightly teases my clit. All the while his kisses grow hotter, his skin grows warmer and I grow hungrier, wilder. When he pulls his hand away after a moment and draws back, I whimper with want.

  “I want to taste you, Little Siren…” he says, locking his gaze with mine and sliding his fingers into his mouth. I practically come then and there as his tongue and lips wrap around his thick, tanned fingers. My core tightens and I grow slicker. A whirlpool of energy is building within my core, making me break out in a light sweat.

  “Lie down,” I demand, my skin heating with lust.

  When he’s settled back onto the bed, I crawl up his body, licking, kissing and biting his skin as I go until I’m straddling his upper chest. “Make me come, Malakai,” I say as our eyes meet and my intent is made clear. A wicked smile curves up his lips as he slides lower, wrapping his hands around my hips.

  “Every day for the rest of my life,” he growls, before my hips drop and his mouth meets my swollen pussy as he drives his tongue deep within me.

  I let go. I let go of everything and just allow myself to revel in the sensation. My hips jerk, grinding against his face as he laps at me, fucking me with his tongue and his fingers. A swirling, whirling heat builds to a crescendo, its tendrils flooding my flesh with a sensation that teeters on euphoria. When he groans against my drenched pussy and tugs at my lips with his mouth, my core clenches and my opening thrums around his fingers.

  “I’m going to come, Malakai.”

  My body tenses and with one final swoop of his tongue, that building heat explodes, rushing outwards like an atomic bomb detonating every cell. My vision blurs as I fall forward onto my hands and knees, panting. I’m overcome. My legs and arms are shaking with adrenaline and post orgasmic bliss.

  “Stay like that, Little Siren. I’m going to fuck you now,” Malakai whispers, his voice a soft caress as he slides out from beneath me. With my arse in the air, and my body trembling, Malakai searches for a condom. By the time I hear the familiar rustle of the foil packet, the last waves of my orgasm have passed and I’m back to feeling wild and horny.

  “Look at how stunning you are. I’m a fucking lucky man,” Malakai growls, leaning over and biting my arse cheek. His large hands wrap around my hips as he climbs onto the bed behind me. Looking over my shoulder, heady with desire, I watch as he grips his cock with one hand and slides the condom over it with the other.

  “And after you fuck me?” I breathe as he grips my hips, wanting, needing him to do just that right now.

  “I’m going to love you.”

  With that promise, Malakai buries himself inside of me in one deep thrust, forcing my hips forward and my head back as I moan with abandon. He fills me up so much that pleasure and pain live side-by-side as he pistons into me, the sound of his skin slapping against my own a reminder of how wild we both become with each other.

  “Little Siren,” he roars, folding his body over mine and biting down on my neck hard, his fingers twining with mine.

  I know what this is. He’s claiming me and I love it.

  I love him.

  The wildness, the darkness, the freedom he feels when he’s with me now. I love all of it, all of him. When he tugs me to the side and we both drop to the bed, Malakai still inside of me, the rutting slows to a steadier rhythm. Spooning me, Malakai lifts my leg and hooks it over his hip, giving him the freedom to touch my clit. His finger finds me drenched, my desire leaking over my inner thighs, over his cock, over him, because of him.

  “Little Siren, I could love you like this until the day I die.”

  “Then love me like this, always.”

  “Always,” he repeats, holding on tight.

  Angling my body and twisting my head to the side I kiss Malakai deeply. His hand slides up my rib cage and between my breasts before it wraps around my jaw, the cool metal of his ring a balm to my flushed skin. He holds me steady as he plunders my mouth, synchronising his kiss with the thrust of his hips.

  Another kind of orgasm, a deeper, more intense one, winds itself up my spine and spreads out across my scalp. It splits me open, him open, until we’re just two hearts beating in time with each other. Together we fall apart, and I swear I can hear the moon crashing into the ocean just beyond the closed door of the hut.

  Thirty-Nine

  Connie

  The following day I awake to the foreign sound of the coconut palms rustling in the breeze and tiny little birds chirping in the morning sunlight. It’s warm inside the hut, but not overbearing. There’s a lazy kind of humidity in the air that engulfs us both in a light sheen of sweat. Next to me Malakai is sleeping peacefully, his lean arm clutching the thin sheet around his waist. His tattoos swirl a deeper black, and his tan skin is darker than I’ve ever seen it before, more a deep mahogany than a dark oak. Pressing a soft kiss against his shoulder, I slide out of bed, revelling in the feeling of my nakedness and the exotic ocean breeze cooling my skin and filling my nose with the scent of the island’s native plant, the Desert Rose. A strange but beautiful tree, the Desert Rose has thick silver bark that twines upwards to reveal delicate white and pink blooms.

  It’s paradise here.

  In need of a wash to rid myself of yesterday’s t
ravel and the still heady scent of sex, I enter the bathroom and switch on the faucet to the waterfall shower. Light beads of water fall from a large circular showerhead into the wet room that is separated from the toilet and sink by a wall of glass. Beneath my feet pretty, colourful tiles with intricate patterns, cover the whole floor giving the space both a flash of colour and a luxurious feel. A floor to ceiling window looks out onto the island’s foliage and a winding path that leads up to the main resort a quarter of a mile away.

  Stepping under the spray, I close my eyes against the droplets of water and smile. Happiness, like nothing I’ve felt before, pulls up my lips and warms my skin. I’m so glad I came. I’m so glad I sought Malakai out and took our future into my hands. From this day forward, we can finally live. Grabbing hold of the shampoo bottle tucked into an alcove in the shower, I pour some liquid into my hand and start rubbing it into my hair. The scent of this island explodes in my senses and I start to hum a tune that has been bubbling within my chest ever since Malakai told me that he loves me. Massaging my scalp, then rinsing the suds away, I begin to sing the words that form in my head.

  “Morning, Little Siren. May I join you?” Malakai says from the doorway. I laugh a little, feeling caught up in my happiness. But he doesn’t seem perturbed by it. There’s a lightness about him that wasn’t there before.

  “Of course,” I respond, holding my hand out to Malakai. He takes it and steps under the water with me.

  “You were singing,” he says, picking up a bar of delicious smelling soap and lathering it up in his hands. When he has enough, he starts to massage the cleansing bubbles over my shoulders and arms.