With one finger, I swirled the chocolate around each tip, watching his eyes darken with lust.
His hands began plumping each breast. He dipped his head again and pulled one mound into his mouth, lapping up the chocolate, running long, easy licks along the syrup lines.
“Oh Vincent.”
I arched my chest into him, relishing his hot mouth against my cool skin. He flicked the tender tip of my nipple with his tongue sending a heated shiver along my spine. I tilted my head back and moaned.
He ran patient but urgent kisses from my chest down to my thighs. Then he attacked my clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue then lapping it with the full surface.
He lifted his head and pierced me with his dark gaze. “You’ve had this coming, Kristen,” he growled. “You’re too damn sexy.”
Vincent reached into his pocket for a condom and quickly wrapped himself before his hips slammed into me at full force, penetrating me to the hilt, making me slide backwards on the blankets. I arched into him feeling too full and yet craving more at the same time. I watched the area where we were joined as he pulled back, every vicious inch sliding out, slick from my own wetness. I lifted my legs, spreading them further, encouraging him back to me. With only a primal grunt as warning, he drove forward again, entering me to the base, his balls slapping against my bottom. My fingernails dug into the sculpted flesh of his back and my teeth bit into the hard muscle of his chest. He cried wildly like an animal lost in heat.
“God, Kristen. You’re too much.”
I tried but couldn’t form any coherent words. Only fervent moans tumbled from my trembling lips.
“I’m going to ravage you until our bodies can’t move.”
His filthy words sent me soaring; his thrusts sent me rolling like the waves on the shore. “Yes, Vincent,” I cried desperately. “Take me. Take it all.”
He pounded into me and I bucked into him. If a ship passed by and saw us, I didn’t think I’d even care.
“I’m lost, Kristen. So. Fucking. Lost.”
Passionate moans and painful cries filled the cool night air and the chatter of wildlife in the trees seemed to ebb and flow with the rhythm of our feverish bodies. We tumbled across a sea of blankets entwined at the hips, scattering pillows, chocolate syrup, and sand in every direction, making a mess of a carefully prepared arrangement.
The stars idly watched as we put on one hell of a show for them.
Chapter Six
I woke up in daylight surrounded by warmth. Every muscle in my body felt sore but in a good way. A familiar spicy scent tickled my nose and I realized Vincent was holding me in his arms tight against his chest, his calm breaths against the back of my shoulder and the morning breeze a feathery touch to my skin. Though no longer hard, he was still inside me. We were wrapped in layers of velvety blankets beneath a purplish-red roof under a dazzling blue sky. The fire in the pit had gone out. Was this another dream?
I shifted my naked body in his arms to face him and studied his stunning features. His dirty-blonde hair was disheveled. Traces of dry chocolate hung at the corner of his lip. I wiped it off with my finger and sucked the pad.
His eyes opened slowly, blinking a few times then revealing those dark irises I’d become so fond of.
“Hey,” I said softly.
His lips curved up lazily. “Hey.”
“It’s morning.”
He rubbed the drowsiness out of his eyes. “Did you sleep well?”
I nodded. I hadn’t even remembered falling asleep. I couldn’t remember ever being separated from Vincent’s body last night. Had I fallen asleep with him inside me?
He yawned like a lion waking from slumber. “How do you feel?”
“Like I’d been thrown around by a tornado. You?”
He smiled. “Like I was in a fight with a panther.” He twisted his head to look over his own shoulder. There were long red streaks marking his golden skin.
I gasped and began lightly massaging around the wounds, hoping it would help with the pain. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was scratching you.”
“I didn’t either.” His lips gently kissed the tip of my nose. “Definitely feisty.”
“I got carried away. I didn’t know I had that side of me. I promise I’ll be more careful.”
He kissed my forehead. “That’s going to be hard because I intend to bring that side out as much as I can.”
“But I hurt you, Vincent.”
He nuzzled his cheek against my head. “You make me feel alive.”
I curled up into him, kissing his neck, inhaling his scent into my lungs. He was almost too good to be true.
“By the way, I’m sorry about your clothes,” he said.
“It’s all right. They were in the way. I won’t miss them.”
“We’ll get you some new ones once we get back to the city.”
“That sounds fun.”
“Speaking of fun,” he said. “I was thinking we’d explore the island today and do some birdwatching. You interested?”
I voiced my excitement for the activity, my adolescent interest in birds recently reignited.
After cuddling in front of the waves for a while, we decided to head back to the cabin. Vincent put his clothes back on and I had to make do with a blanket in place of the garments that had been destroyed in the heat of last night’s passion. We rinsed up, put on fresh clothes, and ate a light breakfast of eggs and toast in the cabin.
I was perusing the pictures next to the fireplace while he went to find a set of binoculars. The first few seemed to be of him and his surfing buddies on various beaches across the world, grinning and showcasing their abs and surfboards. There were one or two women in the pictures but it was clear each was the significant other of one of Vincent’s friends. A few other pictures showed Vincent shaking hands with famous people. It was obvious they were taken at events or parties. My eyes halted on a picture of just two people on a beach. It was Vincent smiling with his arm around a stunning brunette. Her straight silky hair framed sultry dark eyes and full lips. Her body in a bikini was elegant like a model’s but she also had curves in all the right places. She was beautiful—much more so than me. My chest tightened with jealousy. Who was she? One of Vincent’s ex-girlfriends?
Vincent returned to the living room with a pair of binoculars around his neck. “Found ‘em.”
“Great,” I said. “Hey Vincent, who is this in this picture?”
He came to my side in front of the row of pictures. “Oh, that’s Giselle, my younger sister.”