Chapter Twenty-Nine

Silas

Iwatched from my lounger as Chloe came up the stairs out of the private pool. Water cascaded from her sun-kissed body in waves, glittering under the bright rays. Her nipples poked through the flimsy fabric of the yellow string two-piece bikini we'd picked up at a nearby store. My eyes traveled down past her breasts, across her stomach and between her legs, where the fabric clung to her pussy, providing the faintest of outlines for me to see. A tantalizing hint of what lay beneath.

"Now, this is the life," I rumbled as she walked toward me, everything seeming to happen in slow motion. Her hair flicked out and back as she shook it, running her hands over her head and wringing it out. The motion pushed her chest forward, emphasizing its curves.

I drank it all in, staring shamelessly as my cock swelled inside of the bright blue board shorts she'd picked out for me.

"Watching me like a lecher, you mean?"

"You fucking love the way I eye-fuck you," I rumbled back, staring at her tits.

So enamored was I with her body, I didn't even realize what I'd said or the word I'd used until Chloe didn't immediately reply.

"Come here," I said, not wanting her to dwell on it. I'd simply said it off the cuff without meaning it that way. She knew it, I was sure, but just using the word wasn't something she was ready for.

Hell, it wasn't something I was ready for.

She came over to me and sat, her bottoms dripping water all down my upper leg as she sat on my quad while I stretched out on the lounger. In the distance, the surf crashed against the shore, the waves assaulting the beach with a dull roar that relaxed the mind and the body.

"This is perfect," she said, gesturing at the private pool and terrace that came with the villa I'd rented from a luxury resort.

Behind us, a spread of food lay on tables in the shade, constantly refreshed by our personal chef. A black box next to me would summon a server with the press of a finger to bring us new drinks or anything else we desired, including arranging any excursions. It was exactly what I wanted for Chloe. I just hoped it was enough.

"I'm glad," I said, stroking her back and admiring her side profile as she stared off into the distance.

Her cheek dimpled as she smiled. A moment later, my fingers detected the shiver that ran down her spine.

"There's no way you're cold," I said. "Not with this heat."

"I'm not," she said. "That was a different type of shiver."

"A different type?"

"Mmm, hmmm," she said, though she didn't turn her head toward me.

I noted the octave drop in her voice but didn't say anything. She had to come to me. I was the one who'd screwed up, and as much as I wanted things to reach that next step again, I wasn't going to force it. There was a time to take charge and a time to let her come to the acceptance on her own. My gut was telling me it was one of the latter.

My cock had other ideas, however, and by now, it was straining to be set free, urged along by my dragon, who more and more was clamoring at me that I needed to do more than just take Chloe. I needed to make her mine. To bond with her and make her my mate for all to see.

A public claim there could be no going back from.

I shoved that notion aside. Despite my dragon's supposed certainty, that was not a step either of us was ready to take. Not yet.

"Silas."

I brought myself back to the present as she said my name, turning it into a half-purr. "Yes?"

"Why is your dick already hard?"

Her head had come around at some point, and she was staring at the outline in my shorts.

"A mind of its own," I said with a shrug.

"Don't you think you're getting ahead of yourself?" she teased.

"Hopefully not."

Her eyebrows shot up at the boldness of my answer.

"I want you," I said. "I'm not going to shy away from that. I didn't in the water back in the Isles, and I'm not going to stop now. I want you, Chloe. When, and if, you become ready for that again."

She licked her lips, her eyes darting left and right. "And if I'm ready now?"

I gave her a few seconds to retract her statement. She didn't.

"Are you ready?" I asked, sliding my hand up her inner thigh as I spoke.

Her head bobbed up and down. It was short and jerky. She was a bundle of nerves.

"Then come here," I ordered, taking charge.

Even as I told her what to do, my fingers wrapped around her jaw and pulled her face down to mine. She splayed out onto my chest as our lips met, her fingers digging into my pecs for balance.

I found the knot on her bikini and started to pull it.

"No," she said, swatting my hand away.

"What?" I frowned at her. "But you said …"

"Don't undo a girl's bikini top after she's gotten it tied just right," she said, bending her head forward and lifting the loop over. She dropped it, and the fabric fell forward, exposing her perfect breasts to my eyes. The rest of the material hung off her from just under them.

Leaning forward, I sucked on one, then the other nipple, tugging at them with my lips, teasing them with my tongue, until they were both hard and firm. Chloe's moans filled the air as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"You can take it off now," she said as I flicked the floppy bikini top out of the way, so I could cup her breast with a hand.

I glanced up. "You said …"

"The top part, you dummy," she said, shaking her head at me.

Sticking out my tongue, I tugged on the knot until it came free. The top fell onto my chest until she tossed it to the side.

"These are coming next," I told her, pulling her bottoms down over her hips.

"Fair is fair, then, mister," she said, pointing at my shorts.

I shrugged in agreement and stood, undoing my own knot. In seconds, we were both naked.

"It's no bow of a yacht," I said, bending her over the back of the lounger. "But it'll have to do."

I dropped into a crouch, spreading her ass with both hands and shoving my face between her cheeks until my tongue could flick out and over her pussy from the rear.

Metal creaked as her hands tightened on the back of the chair, and her moans intensified, driving me wild with the pleasure dripping from every sound. I reveled in it, in making her feel that good. It turned me on to treat her that way. My cock throbbed, more blood forcing its way into it. I was probably leaking precum at that point, too, but I didn't care.

All that mattered was the warmth of her skin under my fingertips, the taste of her pussy on my tongue, and the sound of her pleasure in my ears.

I shut out the rest of the world. I shut out my problems. Her problems. Everything that had happened before that moment, I shoved it aside, focusing on nothing but her.

My Chloe.

Her body twitched and shuddered as I assaulted her opening and clit with my tongue, back and forth, over and over. At one point, I reached a hand forward and found her breast, grabbing it, tweaking her nipple, simply touching wherever I wanted, whenever.

When she cried out that she was about to come, I grinned, her words driving my excitement more than she could ever know. Her knees buckled, and her body shook as fresh wetness dripped over my tongue and chin. I lapped it up, reveling in her taste.

Then it was time. I stood up, positioning myself behind her, my cock pressing up between her cheeks as my tongue had done seconds earlier. Grabbing it by the base of the shaft, I ran the tip across her pussy over and over, both teasing her and wetting it, getting it ready to plunge deep inside her.

That was the moment. That first entry, the first thrust. There was something heightened about it. It was different in all the best ways, and I wanted her right at the edge again before I gave her what she was moaning and begging for.

Reaching forward, I grabbed her hair with one fist, turning her head to the side, so I could see a part of her face. I wanted to watch her eyes widen and her lips form a perfect O-shape as I penetrated her. The shock of my cock spreading her walls apart, filling her completely.

That first look on her face was enough to threaten my own orgasm, and I wanted it to be no different.

"Silas, please," she begged, wiggling her hips suggestively. "Stop teasing and give it to me."

I was in control, however, and I made her wait another thirty seconds, basking in the pouting and unrestrained arousal in her face. Somehow, I grew just a tiny bit harder.

Then it was time. I could wait no longer, and she was on the verge of coming once more.

In one smooth, deliberate motion, I thrust forward, burying a full half of my cock in her pussy.

Chloe's eyes flew open, her lips parted, and every muscle in her body tensed at the same time. She began to tremble, and a long, drawn-out cry was torn from her lips as she came right then and there from the simple act of penetration because of how long I'd spent teasing her, leaving her on edge.

She convulsed, and for a moment, her eyes rolled back into her head as she cursed and swore.

Just as she was finishing, I withdrew and then slid in deeper. She cried out again, but that time as I paused, she used her leverage on the lounger and pushed her ass back toward me, capturing the rest of my cock, stretching her pussy to its max, at least according to her.

"Fuck me now. Hard. Like you promised," she gasped. "Make my body shake. Please. I need it."

I growled, releasing her hair, and grabbing her hips with both hands. There was no way she could overpower my strength. Lifting gently, I straightened my legs and lifted her off the ground. I usually had my legs bent to fuck her from behind, but now, I straightened them, while her feet dangled.

Then I thrust hard. Her entire body shook. She cried out. I did it again. And again. Her legs bounced wildly against my body. Her breasts went back and forth. My balls slapped against her pussy from underneath with each thrust. She cried out, something about feeling them slap her clit.

Everything became a blur. All I could recall was thrusting as hard and fast as I could into her, over and over and over. She came. And came again. There was at least one more, but after that, her words began to slur. She was drooling, which only made me harder, which only made her drool more as she lost control of her body.

But never once did she tell me to stop.

It was too much. I could hold back no longer. With a roar, my cock swelled once more as pressure built. I was going to explode.

"Fuck me!" Chloe cried out. "Don't stop."

I think she came, too. I don't know. The orgasm that had been building erupted from my legs, assaulting my mind in white-hot ecstasy that flooded her. I could feel it pumping into her with every stroke, and she screamed so loud I was sure someone would come check on us or tell us to shut up.

But they didn't. Nobody disturbed us as I slowed my torrid thrusting and finally withdrew. Almost immediately, cum dripped from her pussy down her leg. But she didn't care. Instead, we collapsed to the ground in a pile. Cleanup could wait. Right then, we needed to catch our breaths as our lungs heaved and fell.

Time passed. I didn't know nor care how much. But eventually, I recovered my breathing enough to stand up.

"I'm going to shower," Chloe said. "Then take a nap."

"Sounds good. I'll join you, then I'm going to go buy you that bikini but in red. I like what it does."

She laughed, and somehow, we climbed to our feet and got in the shower. I toweled her dry, and she did the same to me, smiling and playing grab-ass as we went.

But once she hit the oversized plush bed, her eyes closed almost instantly. I stayed and watched for a minute. She was perfect.

How could nobody else see that?

My lips pulled back in a silent snarl, bearing my teeth. It didn't matter if nobody else saw what I saw in her. I knew if anyone else touched her going forward, I would kill them. I no longer cared what it would cost me as long as I had her.

She was mine.