Page 70 of Whispers in the Dark
Maybe Alina isn’t back yet.
The sheer white curtains sway softly against the open windows as I move through the living area and into the bedroom. I notice the sliding door is open and step up to it, seeing…
Fuck me.
Alina sits on the edge of the built-in hot tub, a drink in hand, straw between her lips as she gazes out at the waves rolling onto the shore.
My eyes trail down her body on display in a black bikini that does very little to cover her. Her full breasts are practically spilling out of the soft material, begging to be let free. Her long legs gently kick back and forth, drops of water splashing onto her thighs.
She seems completely absorbed in the rhythm of the waves, unaware of the pull she has over me, the quiet power in the way sheexistsbeneath the moonlight.
I swallow hard, my breath becoming labored.
She turns and sees me, her head tilting to the side as she twirls the tiny pink umbrella before placing the glass beside her, a shy smile appearing.
Words aren’t necessary right now.
Because I know what she wants.
And as her husband, I’m here to take care of all her needs.
I don’t hesitate in tugging at the collar of my shirt, yanking it over my head, and tossing it to the side. I don’t fumble around asI unzip my pants and shove them down, leaving me in only a pair of black boxer briefs.
For a fleeting moment, I worry the sight of me will frighten her. But the opposite appears evident in her eyes, which grow hungry, and in her movements, which still.
She licks her bottom lip, her hands resting behind her as she leans back, her breasts begging me to come closer. To tease her body and please her like no man ever has.
Stepping into the warm water, I walk straight toward her, not stopping until I’m directly between her legs. I slide my hand around her neck, my thumb grazing her jawline.
Her plush lips part. “Let’s play pretend, husband,” she whispers, her eyes closing, her breath—the scent of peach, strawberries, and every other fruit in her drink—coating over my face.
I don’t deserve her.
But I’m going to take her anyway.
My lips land on hers, consuming her as I grip the back of her head. My tongue slips between the seam of her lips, meeting her own in a frenzied dance.
Slowly, my hands slide down her body, gliding over every delicate curve.
Her softness is a complete contrast to my roughness.
Her beauty is a sight the beast inside me shouldn’t be privileged in seeing.
But for tonight, I’ll be greedy.
I’ll allow myself something that shouldn’t be mine.
She moans against my lips, her body curving into mine. Her hips rock forward, seeking friction.
Seekingme.
But she’s not going to find her release that way.
Not when I’ve been dreaming of tasting her properly.
Of making her come around my tongue as I devour her arousal.
My lips descend down her neck, my fingers making quick work of untying her top. The strings fall off her shoulders, the material gliding off her skin, revealing soft pink nipples. A breeze skates over her skin, causing them to harden, and I can’t resist leaning down and wrapping my lips around one. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her head dropping back as I lick and suck, using my fingers to do the same to the other while she writhes beneath me.
