Sunlust

The sky resembled a slab of dove grey marble with veins of violet and ruby streaking through as the sun finally slipped beneath the sea waves. Night was in slow bloom as they spread the blanket atop the small incline that would take them to the water.

It was cooler now, but would be better once the velvet darkness took over.

It only took a few minutes of teamwork to get everything laid out and ready to eat. She just hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed.

Emilia had gone the simple route. Sandwiches. Stuffed to bursting with meat, cheese, hot sauce, and some of the salad she’d prepared to feel better about the meagre meal.

As though he sensed her fretting, Luke picked his sandwich up and tore into it like he hadn’t eaten in days.

After he chewed and swallowed, he said, “Have you ever noticed that a sandwich tastes better when someone makes it for you and after you’ve spent time near water?”

She nodded and said, “It’s the fresh air, I think. Everything tastes better when you’ve spent a day outside.”

They fell quiet as they ate, eyes meeting every so often and soft smiles shared between them. The beer and wine dwindled with the food. The thumping pattern of her heartbeat remained irregular.

An odd fuzzy tension hung in the sea air. Her fingers trembled as she finished her sandwich. A slight buzz in her veins made her muscles loose as she wiped her hands on a napkin and passed a fresh one to Luke.

She sipped the last of her wine, swishing it around her mouth to clear away the herbs on her tongue. She set the empty glass down on the uneven ground as she sidled closer and gingerly leaned against Luke’s side.

Afraid to irritate his sore skin. His arm came around her a moment later and she rested her head on his shoulder. She took a deep, satisfied breath.

She felt no need to fill the comfortable silence. It said enough as a weightlessness infused her body. Her eyelids were half closed as she just enjoyed the quiet.

They stayed in their bubble of peace as Luke’s fingers traced shapes on her skin. And pressed kisses to the crown of her head now and again. She felt her throat becoming thick, as if those three little words were stuck there.

Waiting for her to speak them aloud, but something stopped her. Not fear, but some sixth sense told her to wait.

Wait for it to happen in the destined time. As Luke so often said to her, what was for them wouldn’t go past them. Time spooled out, and every second lasted both forever and an instant.

The ocean murmured its flooded secrets in a language only it understood as she asked a question she’d long wondered about.

“Do you ever think about how different things would be if my heating never broke last winter?”

She sensed his eyes on her and turned to meet them. Finding a tranquil expression on his gorgeous face as he said, “I like to think we’d have found our way even without that misfortune.”

Her grin was a hundred-watts as she imagined how many ways they might’ve got together. There was an infinite number.

Most comprised her finally losing patience. Or her hold on her temper would have snapped with his short answers. She could picture herself hammering on his door, and demanding to know what she’d done to offend him.

He laughed as if reading her mind, and she suddenly wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

She had developed a deep understanding of him, being in tune with the rhythm of his heart and body. Especially in how he needed time to recharge after a night out or a busy day.

How he liked to be with her when he did. The two of them whispering and chuckling under a blanket were her favourite memories. She knew him well now. Yet he always managed to surprise her.

She always discovered something she hadn’t noticed before whenever it was just them. Mel had teased her about her viewing the world through pink tinted love goggles. She hadn’t denied it.

She thought the goggles might be scarlet as she blinked and her vision hazed over. Eyes flicking from Luke’s mouth and the play of glistening stars overhead. A sensation not unlike dark magic tiptoed down her spine.

She almost didn’t want to break the spell. Tension threaded from her to him, almost like a hook on a line that drew her closer as the sound of the sea licking the shore frittered away.

When she’d been with other men, she found herself making herself smaller and smaller. And dulling the parts of her that shone and sang.

She would quieten her curious mind, lower the volume of her words, and squeeze herself into the arms of men who didn’t fit.

A pretty jewel they could keep by their side, enjoying the way she reflected their shine. They always ignored hers.

Only once she left them did she realize how big she was. When she had the space to be. And not have to worry about being too much for them to bear.

Luke never asked her to do that. He encouraged her, brought his own curiosity to match hers, and sought to learn every aspect of her. She hoped she did the same for him.

No, she knew she did. Thanks to how well he kept up with her chatterbox self these days and how often he’d seek her opinion out. His gaze dropped to her lips as she licked them.

His eyes dilating as hers twitched to flutter shut. The air between them crackled with a heat that had nothing to do with summer.

Her hands quaked—an irrepressible urge to touch him overtaking her. To have him all over her. Her lips fizzed, heart pounding as she leaned in to close the shivering distance.

His hand came up to cup her jaw, then traveled up her face. His featherlight fingers followed the arch of her cheekbone. He tucked a loose strand of her braided hair behind her ear.

Before his hand curved around her nape, latching in her hair and holding her trapped. She relished the prickly feel of his lips memorizing hers. She opened on a sigh as her hands dove into his hair and laced through it.

The satin strands were slightly damp to the touch as he pulled her nearer in. Playful and teasing, his tongue slid against hers, tasting a faint tang of alcohol as he pulled her into his lap.

She savored the gentle exploration that would soon turn forceful and demanding, like the hunger of a man starved.

He made a lavish little sound in the back of his throat and it seemed to vibrate and collect at the base of her spine. It set her nerves alight. She pulled on his hair to tilt his head and deepen the kiss, sparking a fire in her belly.

He’d used her shampoo; she realized as she scented the familiar spiced coconut. Mine, mine, mine, the possessiveness like shots of blinding light rolling through her at the realization. He smelled like her and it made her grip his hair tighter, kissing him harder.

He shifted, hands digging into her hips to hike her into his lap, straddling him. She unfisted her hands and smoothed them along his shoulders, making him shudder.

Delicious strands of fire coiled through her. His teeth nipped her bottom lip in return, stealing a whispering sigh from her.

Her mind was an echoing refrain of those three life-changing words. He was the face and heart of her future. The rising heat spread under her skin, dappling it with a sheen of sweat as she felt him rapidly hardening under her.

She shivered and grasped at him as though she expected him to disappear.

There was a distinct note of frenzied anticipation between them—as if he heard everything she felt and he was saying it back through touch, harsh breaths, and reverence. His grip on her hair and hip flexed as she wriggled in his hold and pressed in as close as she could get.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, scratching slightly. And though he tried to cover it, she felt him wince against her panting, beard abraded mouth and tense under her hands.

She broke away, blinking the haze from her eyes and clearing her throat.

“Sorry, I forgot. Again.” She drew in a breath, trying to cool herself down as he stared at her as if she were insane.

She chuckled, leaning in to kiss the corner of his puffed mouth. She said, “Take your shirt off and let me put something on it.”

Her heart pounded fiercely as she tried to ignore the urge to finish what they started. It was her fault he’d gotten sunburned. She needed to help him first. Luke arced a brow.

A slight smirk on his lips as his husked voice sank into her ears.

“I was about to do that, anyway. It’ll be fine, just no scratching.”

She gave a rough laugh, head shaking as she leaned away from him to snatch the bag she’d tossed aside earlier. She took out the partially thawed after sun and studied him.

He was all flushed and riled, eyes blown so black they were endless.

“Take it off and I’ll apply it while you kiss me. Deal?” She offered with an exaggerated wink when he made no move to let her go.

If anything, his fingers dug into her hips to keep her from retreating.

He didn’t respond vocally. She laughed as he let her go long enough to whip his t-shirt over his head in one swift move.

Then his mouth was back on hers. She almost dropped the condensation soaked bottle as she wound her arms around his neck.

It was frustrating trying to get it open as he kissed her like he meant it. The heat came back with a vengeance.

It coursed through her mind in tongues of flame. Her hands trembled as the gloopy, chilled liquid poured into her palm. She let the bottle fall to the blanket with a muted thump.

She grinned into his mouth as she unceremoniously swiped the cold gel down his shoulder. He hissed and stiffened, letting her gain some control back as she worked sightlessly to spread it over his feverish back.

He soon shook off his shock, hand on her hip, dragging her close. The other threaded into her hair.

Fingers hooking into the roots and pulling, sending a wave of scalding sensation glittering through her as her scalp prickled.

She was grinding her hips, her heart galloping, and pulse flickering. Her desire spitting sparks like a lit candle caught in a draught.

The flame curling in her mouth, dripping down her throat, and dropping down her torso. It pooled between her legs with every brush of his tongue against hers.

The bristles of his beard scraped and added a layer of lovely friction, heightening smoldering lust to a wildfire in them both.

It didn’t seem possible to be close enough to him. She surged into him, wishing she could sink into him. Crawl between his ribs and curl up near his racing heart. That might be close enough for her.

A muffled whine spilled from her into him. Her silly thoughts only intensified her need to feel him lost inside and wrapped all around her. She still mindlessly massaged the slippery after-sun into his back.

Once she’d spread it as far as she could reach, her touches became taunting phantom strokes. Just needing to feel him. She gradually worked back up to his neck.

It was easy to forget where they were as she rested both her hands on the sides of his throat.

His pulse hammered under her palms. She moved them up his neck and used her thumbs to tip his chin up, sinking her teeth into his lush bottom lip. Luke’s carnal groan laced through her exposed nerves and slithered like a shiver all over her.

It was as his fingers found her dress’s zipper that an enticing idea popped into her mind. She kissed him for longer than she planned.

The smother of lust and light of love taking her over. Luxuriating in the unhurried mood and in Luke. He returned her enthusiasm with equal intensity.

The abrupt sound of him sliding her zip down broke through her desire crazed mind. Now or never. If he got any further, she’d forget.

She tore herself away from his sinful mouth and reluctantly untangled their panting bodies to stand before him.

She shuddered at the midnight darkness of his singular eyes. And stepped back from his reaching hands.

Emilia held his eye, reaching to her side. And grasped the tiny metal pull tab between her thumb and finger.

His roasting gaze never wavered. She tugged it down inch by inch until the dress gaped at her chest and waist.

Her pulse fluttered, and she felt as though she’d been downing shots of straight liquor, drunk on him. She let it fall off her.

Shameless, as the garment slithered down her body to rest in a puddle of fabric around her feet.

After shoving her underwear down her hips and legs, she stepped out of it. She hadn’t worn a bra. Much to Luke’s apparent delight.

He followed every sway of her heavy, peaked breasts like a lost puppy as she moved. A burst of crackling energy flared inside her.

A giddiness making her feel as if she could fly. She crooked a finger, beckoning him as he rose to his feet and made to grab her.

Dancing away, she crooned, “You’ll have to strip and catch me first.”

Luke’s face darkened at her challenge, hands already unbuttoning his trousers. Her stomach fluttered, heart leaping. She whirled away. Emilia raced down the hill, soaked in silver moonlight.

The watery world was awash with shadows and a luminosity that gilded her naked form as she moved. Her braid slapped gently against her bare back. Her twining, fiery, dark excitement built to a fever pitch, and she was very slick between her thighs.

She thanked her lucky stars they were the only two people on this beach. An invisible glowing golden cord strung from her to him. Loose as she ran—pulling tauter and tauter as he chased her.

The sand exfoliated her bare feet as she skidded to a stop at the bottom of the incline and turned to see how close Luke was.

A shudder as tension whispered like fingers teasing her skin. His pale, pink tinged skin looked silver in the moonlight as she glimpsed him chasing after her before she looked away.

She ran straight into the water instead of away along the beach. She laughed. Limbs tingling and clumsy as she ran. The rolling sea lapped at her ankles and legs pleasantly as she waded deeper in.

It had lost its balmy temperature now, but still warm enough to swim in. Crisp, briny ocean air flooded her nose. She inhaled it greedily, letting it feed lusts fire low in her abdomen.

As it reached her waist, she abruptly dunked herself under it. A second before the sea deafened her, she heard Luke splashing closer as he came after her. He called her name, and it cut through the blood roaring in her ears.

It made her pulse rattle. Her mouth broadened into a wicked grin. That cord between them tightened. She felt like it was tugging her back to him as she fought the tide to swim against its flow.

Saline water enveloped her, muting all sound, and rushing through her eyelashes as she swam to her right to keep from going too far out.

Her chest ached, lungs beginning to stutter, asking for more air. Her heart battered off her ribs as the heat inside her turned to steam.

Her held breath soon ran out, forcing her to surface a second before Luke appeared in front of her. He smirked and reached out to snatch her.

Her skin tingled in anticipation of it. She couldn’t stop herself from making a game of it.

Or at least she tried to.

She had no time to do more than attempt another dive. A fresh trickle of liquid heat pooled between her legs. Her blood simmered in her veins. She thought she’d evaded Luke.

He seized her waist and hauled her back in before she was fully submerged. Her back was against his firm chest as she flailed.

His unyielding hands gripped her tighter and manhandled her. His long fingers leaving scarlet rose petals behind as they dug into her wet flesh when she feigned a struggle to free herself.

Kicking her legs and splashing them both with salt water as flame licked through her. She wriggled against the hard cock pressing into her ass.

Then his teeth nipped her neck. She went pliant but kept writhing.

He spoke. Two words hissed into her ear like an oath.

“You’re mine.”

It sent a cascade of sparks bursting over her heated skin. She wanted him to say it again. Tattoo it into her brain and body.

So neither of them ever doubted it. The frantic beat of his heart thumped through her back and merged with hers.

His smile was salacious as she melted into him and ceased her wiggling. He wasted no time on taunting her. His mouth was back on hers as he turned and hoisted her up.

Her legs tied themselves around his waist, below the calm water. His spiked lips coaxed hers open, and he swept inside. He walked them backward as he possessed her mouth wholly.

She tasted the sea-spray on his tongue. He should always touch her, she decided. She clung to his hair to keep from burying her nails in his sore back.

His hold on her slippery body slipped as he came to a stop. She wobbled, gasping as he carefully eased them down until he was crouching.

He never stopped kissing her. She steadied her balance as her knees settled in the wet sand on either side of his thick thighs.

The heat between them pushed and pulled as that golden cord bound itself around them. Tension trembled through their muscles, mouths desperate as tongues tasted and teeth nipped. Play time was over.

Two sets of hands roamed and slid over their skin as her heart rate tripled.

The familiar catch in her chest as he devoured her ignited a firestorm only he could bring to life. Breath shared and stolen. She drowned in him. His fingers dug into the plush flesh of her ass and kneaded.

The cooler brush of the sea against heated, sensitive skin raised goosebumps over them both. An ache opened inside her, pulsing with her heart.

Her weeping arousal stickied her thighs. Her nipples hardened even more, rubbing against his chest. Desire clouded her thoughts and filled her with steamy energy. The wetness between her legs became a torment.

She dropped her hands to his shoulders, firmly pushing him downward. He resisted. And instead paused his abrasive kiss long enough to turn them about. So they lay on their sides.

“Put your back to me, love.”

He said it in an undertone that was more like a rough drag of his hand down her spine.

There was that word again. Love. It only heightened everything she was feeling.

A veritable tempest of desire, emotions, and need whirled with her. Her pliant muscles made her unbalanced as she followed his direction and fitted herself into his body.

His hand landed on her thigh and dragged it back, his knee parting her legs. He was breathing down her neck. Her body screamed as it washed over her.

Wet sand rubbed at her side, contrasting with Luke’s supple skin, as she turned her head to capture his salted mouth in another searing kiss.

She felt as though she were a piece of kindling, and Luke held a flame to her.

She caught fire in an instant. It scoured across her skin and robbed her of any semblance of patience.

He wasn’t even inside her yet—a fact she was acutely aware of, as that fiery ache in her core became a torture to endure.

She was ready to combust. His fingers wandered around her hip, down her abdomen and came to rest between her thighs.

His other arm snaked under her. His large palm covered her breast as he adjusted her to his liking. She barely noticed the watery blanket waxing and waning. Never reaching higher than her knees as his fingertip traced the slick shape of her.

And she whined at his teasing feints over her clit, hips rocking to chase his hand. The fire coiled and slipped away from her skin and gathered in her core.

Her breath stuttered, and she felt like she’d lose her last few marbles if he dragged this out much longer.

Their bodies trapped his hot, hard cock between them. She could no longer ignore the hollow ache in her clenching cunt. Tension spiraled and spiraled. She needed him to banish it.

Fill it. Fill her until there was no room for anything but him.

Her tiny movements to rile him, his spreading her essence around to make sure she was ready for him. It drove her deeper into the lust they frequently indulged in.

Impatience bled into frustration as he toyed with her clit, and bolts of heat fired up her torso with every swipe across that bundle of nerves. He was smirking into the kiss.

He didn’t give in to her silent demands until the tension coiling in her pulled too tight.

Her whimper gave her away, so did her hand grabbing his thigh, nails cutting in. She loved him, but she’d slap him if he kept teasing her. Her stomach tensed and relaxed, shuddering as his fingers ghosted her clit one last time.

He fumbled between their sweaty bodies. She panted and ended the kiss as she felt the head of his cock nudge her entrance. Excitement taking her over.

Luke held his breath as she hooked her leg backward. He slowly pushed inside her in a motion roughened by how tight she was. His cock engulfed in a molten, velvet press of her tense inner walls.

Her contented noises as he filled her never lost their effect on him. They fed the part of him that wanted to claim her for the world to see. When fully inside her, his stones tightened, and a tension radiated across his lower back and into his stomach.

He focused on the tepid water licking at his shins as her hot cunt clasped him. She rocked her hips as she quickly softened. The urge to thrust into her and rattle her was almost a mindless instinct.

But the tiny spasms of her inner walls stilled him. And he hid his face in her musky neck.

Her humming sigh as he kissed and nipped her skin made his blood sing. He wanted her to always be so happy and worshipped by him. Her hand on his thigh trembled and tensed, nails scratching.

He dragged her so close he couldn’t tell where they ended or began. His mind was empty of everything that usually haunted him.

Only she existed. The dizzying, righteous love he had for her swelled like a wave inside him and it was all he ever wanted. He inhaled to steady himself.

Sweat and iodine, an alluring mix of Emilia and him, lingered heavily in the air between them.

His hand flexed on her thigh. The tiny shifts of her hips, the only friction offered until he felt her soften.

His cock ached to plunge into her and make her cry his name. She threaded her fingers through his as they splayed on her leg. A silent signal, he immediately followed.

He sobbed at the drag of her walls as he slid back. Their joined fingers digging into her thigh to thrust back in. A languorous glide that made her breath hitch as she moved with him.

Her cunt hugged his cock close. His grinding movements opened her up, and she soon dripped around him. Life was always chaotic, ever-evolving, and often too complicated, but everything was simple when they were alone like this.

The heat pouring from her. The feel of her pressed against him, the smell of her, and the out-of-tempo beat of her heart against his chest. She was everywhere nowadays.

He never wanted it any other way. His small shallow movements gradually became the deep darts of his cock that had her squeezing his hand in a bleached knuckle grip. Every little noise she made, he collected like trophies. He moaned as she tensed herself around his length.

She turned and met his eye. A very familiar emotion danced like ribbons of light in her eyes, brimming with lust. Electricity zinged between them as he reflected it back to her.

It felt like they were the only two people in the world who had ever felt it. Suddenly, he needed to see her face as she took him.

He pulled free of her body. Her disgruntled snarl making him smile. He let her go and guided her to turn and face him.

Sand dusted her arm as it wrapped around his neck. He cupped the back of her knee and hiked it up to his waist. She was slick against his thigh, reactive, and hungry for him.

He worked a hand between. Finding her liquid and scalding hot, she whimpered, surged forward, and sank her teeth into his lip.

He groaned and latched onto her lips, determined to have her feel him everywhere. Determined to make her his in this way forever. Graceful as he could, his hand wrapped around his cock and lined up with her.

She canted her hips, making it easy to sink inside her to the hilt. Oh, she was perfect for him. He had the absurd notion that she was made for him.

It took everything in him to ignore the tingling building low in his spine. She arched with his thrust and the angle changed steeper. Her essence drenched his cock as he hit that spot high up inside her.

Emilia moaned into his mouth as she moved her leg higher and laced her hand in his wet hair. Grains of sand rolled through the damp silken strands as she tensed her inner muscles on his next retreat.

He plunged back into her. Soft and rough, salt and sweet.

It was a blend specific to Luke. Her tugging at his hair and his flicking tongue in her mouth almost in tandem as the sea steadily receded from their entwined bodies. Tension flickering with fire coiled and coiled with every sensual glide of his cock inside her.

Heat and flame licked up and down her torso. Luke’s scraping mouth on hers marking her skin with roses. His pulse jumped under her hand after it slipped from his hair.

It harmonized her frenzied heart. She scratched her fingers through his beard to steal a groan from him.

They moved together. Flares of static raced between them with every push and pull. Tension and ardor making her inner walls flutter around his thick length. Her hard nipples grazed against his muscled chest.

Sending bolts of a roasting, fizzing sensation straight to her saturated cunt. So wet he had no problems moving within her. His next thrust drew a throaty moan out of her.

He swallowed it as he did it again.

Her hand trailed from his jaw, down his throat and chest, down between their sweat stuck bodies until she found her clit. She swirled indolent fingers over that swollen nub.

Luke’s hips sped as her inner muscles clamped down on his cock. Heat and the constant coiling tension stole her air. She lost the rhythm of their kiss.

She panted and whined. Desperate for more, even as her lungs squeezed. He let her breathe, pressing their foreheads together.

His searing obsidian eyes peered into hers. Words of devotion and forever flashing like signs behind the desire.

“You’re so beautiful, I still think you can’t be real sometimes…”

His timbre was coarse, weighted with emotion, trailing off as though overcome. Her eyes abruptly stung.

She could only echo his sentiments. She murmured his words back to him as his hand slipped around her hip to grasp her ass and give him more leverage. He lowered his mouth to hers again for a kiss.

So rousing. Her toes curled, and her hips jerked. She tasted how much he loved her, like brown sugar on his tongue as it slid along hers.

She was being pushed onto her back. His body blanketing hers and cock grinding so deep. She tossed her head back. And let out a low, rolling moan as he smiled into her lips.

It was overwhelming to feel so much at once. Yet she took more. Pleaded for it. Her legs wrapped around his trim waist, keeping him from leaving her body again. He circled his hips and caught her clit with every harsh thrust.

A frisson of fiery energy crawled under her skin, making her legs twitch.

She was so sensitive, the tickle of the breeze on her blushing face invited a whimper. She dragged her nails up to his sides. Cutting them into his quaking arms.

He mouthed at her neck. Planting a bloom of rusty poppies in his wake. She gasped and clung to him. He sucked at the pulse drumming in her throat and she jolted.

His movements quickened, mouth recapturing hers as her cunt gripped him tight and drenched them in more of her wetness. Her heart shivered as her tremulous emotions swelled with the pleasure.

He panted through his nose and drank her every moan like they were the finest whiskey.

The relentless stroke of him inside her outpaced his leisurely tongue in her mouth as she rolled her hips to help him along. She thought she’d be used to his effect on her by now.

She didn’t think she ever would be.

Body writhing, mind eddying out. A loud cry tore from her as he stoked the flames of her desire into an uncontrollable blaze. Humid heat and pressure quickly built within her, making her vocal and feverish.

She whined loud and long as he nipped at her lips and licked at her tongue with his.

Only able to feel and burn and react as the pleasure sharpened, and she was nearing an edge. The delectable rough drag of his cock and groin catching her clit making her heart race, breath stuttering with every grind.

Tension twisted and twisted in her core, her back arching as her skin pebbled. The warm catching sensation in her chest stole her breath.

His cock twitched inside her as she fluttered. A high-pitched sound coming free of her as her inner walls flickered and pulled him impossibly deeper.

She’d never felt closer to him. She wanted to bind them together somehow. Whimpering, she pried a hand from around his neck, worming it between their bodies, slipping through her wetness.

He grunted as her fingers ghosted his cock where they were joined, making her smile as she swirled shaking fingers over her clit. Sparks flew through her as her cunt clenched down.

His ragged moan inspired her, keening as he thrust slowly but deeply. Shaking as smoky pleasure coalesced inside her, intertwining with the spinning tension. All she could think about was her approaching orgasm.

A sensation like a thousand tiny creatures crawled under her skin as the scalding pressure reached critical levels. She kept circling her clit as Luke moved within her and held eye contact through it all.

The tension inside her drew so taut she went rigid, throaty cries tearing from her. He smothered them with his mouth as his thrusts turned erratic. She rocked in time with him. Fervid fingers swiping over that bundle of nerves.

She clenched, and he sobbed into her open mouth. His cock jumped just as the pressure demanded an outlet.

Another swipe of her soaked fingers over her nub was all it took to leap off that edge. He buried himself so deeply inside her; she felt every twitch of his orgasm as she shattered.

Their moans blended together. Until they kissed, both quivering and breathless, as release erased any ability to speak.

Her entire body shook with it, heart thumping as it crashed down on her in delicious waves of flame and bursts of light behind her closed eyes.

Her mind went silent as she quaked and keened. Utterly besotted with him and hoping it would always be like this for them.

Aftershocks sparkled and jumped under her skin and dragged a tattered, whispered moan from deep in her chest.

Luke’s heavy weight as he collapsed on top of her, the only thing keeping her from drifting out into the sea. She lightly skimmed her hands down his back and shared breath with him.

He made to roll off and pull free of her, but she tightened her legs around his waist and shook her head. He leaned back, arching a brow in silent question.

“Not yet. Hold me for a little while.” She said, and he almost seemed relieved as he slumped over her again.

Wrapped in a cocoon of bliss and sand and Luke, Emilia never wanted to move.