Page 17 of Demon On Deck

He shoots me a smile that highlights his dimples. “Then we agree…a cruise fling. No strings, no expectations. Just you and me until we hit the dock.”

I swallow around the lump in my throat and give him the best smile I can fake. “You and me until the dock,” I repeat, though the words feel hollow.

Evren pulls me up his chest and captures my lips to seal our agreement. I let my focus fall to the feeling of his hands roaming my body and the possessive way his tongue tangles with mine to push the sad thoughts and feelings away.

We break apart, both flushed and panting. Evren tucks a rogue whisp of hair behind my ear just before his stomach makes the loudest rumble I have ever heard…or felt.

I burst into a fit of laughter. “Oh my god, I have never felt the vibrations of someone’s stomach growling,” I say between bouts of giggles. “How is that even possible?”

Evren smiles and playfully slaps my ass. “Demon, Doll. And this demon has worked up an appetite after the sexcapades of last night.”

I laugh again and reach over to the nightstand where a menu for room service sits. Evren turns me onto my back so I’m pressed to his chest and wraps his arms around me so we can both look at the menu.

It’s such an innocent and common-sense move, and yet it has me swooning all over again. This is the kind of intimacy I craved with Matt and never got. He wasn’t affectionate or a cuddler. Well, not with me anyway. But Evren…he’s so many things I wanted in a partner—cruise fling, I remind myself.

As soon as we place our order, Evren scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bathroom, where he sets me on the counter.

“What are you doing?” I ask curiously.

His en-suite is larger than mine, which, given that he’s a monster and fucking massive, makes sense. He walks to the bathtub, which could easily fit three of me, and turns on the water. Reaching up to a shelf, he grabs bath salts and a bottle that he pours into the running water; the air perfumes with eucalyptus and citrus.

As he places the bottle back on the shelf, he looks over his shoulder and simply says, “Cleaning you up, Doll. I made a mess of you last night, something I fully intend on doing again tonight and every night until,” he pauses for a minute before continuing, “before we dock. I need to make sure you’re okay and properly cared for after we fuck like maniacs.”

There’s a wicked, satisfied smile on his face as he turns back to the tub and bends over to check the water's temperature.

Fuck me sideways and six ways from Sunday.

I was too busy getting wrecked to fully appreciate the utter piece of art that is Evren’s cock. It swings between his muscular thighs like a damn bat. It’s a darker shade of crimson than his skin color, with large black veins twisting their way around. The tip is mushroomed, flared, and brushes halfway down his thigh! My mind tries…and fails to compute how in the fuck all that fit into my pussy.

And also, how much of that glorious cock I could choke on.

“You okay with hot water, Doll?” Evren asks, straightening and walking back over to me.

“If it’s not scalding, it’s not hot enough,” I laugh. I adore screaming hot water. Evren smiles and scoops me up, returning to the tub to step in and gently lower us down.

The water feels exquisite on my aching body, and as more of me submerges, I melt into Evren, who sets me between his legs. When the water creeps up to my neck, I sigh happily.

“You okay, Doll? Evren asks as he gently begins to knead my shoulders.

“Perfect.”

I don’t know how long we’re in the bath, but it’s long enough for Evren to massage my arms, back, and legs and wash my hair. It’s the most luxurious and sensual bath I’ve ever taken, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to take another one because, much like sex, I’m ruined for it without Evren.

When we finish, and after he dries us both, I take my first stab at actual walking. I manage not to fall over, but the slight wobble brings a chuckle and that self-satisfied smirk back to Evren’s lips. Our room service arrives, and we devour it in record time. I throw on my dress from last night, and we make our way to my suite so I can quickly change and our cruise fling can continue.

It’s always surprising to me how quickly time passes when you’re happy and having fun as opposed to when you're miserable.

Every day since our date has been almost the same. We wake up in either my room or Evren’s. Evren insists on taking care of me by running us a bath or a shower, and we clean up after the previous night’s epic sex.

Because the sex…the sex is constant and nothing short of epic. Every. Single. Night.

After we’ve cleaned up, we head to the other person's room for a quick change and start our day. And oh, what days we have had.

Breakfast in bed or in a cafe that serves the most delicious coffee with a cinnamon crumb cake creamer that we are both now completely addicted to. Comedy shows that had us both laughing tears. Dancing until my feet hurt so bad, Evren had to carry me back to the room—not that he complained. Lounging poolside with cocktails and good conversation. We even went back to the casino and hit a winning streak playing roulette, of all games.

And that was on the ship.

We left the boat a few times to visit the small islands nearby. Walking through small markets hand in hand. Splashing in the surf on white sand beaches. And every night, after a marathon of sex, we fall asleep tangled up in each other and wake the same way.