Chapter 23

TWENTY-THREE

N ow, as Olive padded out onto the terrace, she gasped at the breathtaking view before her. Crystal-clear waters stretched as far as the eye could see, the beach a pristine strip of white sand. The villa itself was a marvel of modern architecture, all clean lines and open spaces designed to make the most of the stunning location.

"Morning, beautiful," Chaos's deep voice came from behind her. She turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, looking unfairly good in just a pair of board shorts.

Olive's eyes couldn't help but travel over his toned chest and abs, lingering on the tribal tattoos that decorated his left arm. When she finally dragged her gaze back to his face, she found him smirking.

"See something you like?" he teased.

Olive rolled her eyes, but couldn't keep the smile off her face. "You're not so bad, I suppose. For a tech nerd."

Chaos laughed, crossing the terrace to wrap his arms around her. "A tech nerd who's about to take you snorkeling with sea turtles. If you're interested, that is."

Olive's eyes lit up. "Are you kidding? Lead the way, Aquaman."

The next few days passed in a whirlwind of adventure and romance. They snorkeled in crystal clear waters, explored colorful local markets, and indulged in long, lazy afternoons by the pool. In the evenings, they enjoyed candlelit dinners on the beach, talking for hours under a canopy of stars.

Through it all, Olive found herself falling harder for Chaos with each passing moment. It wasn't just the grand gestures or the luxurious surroundings - though those certainly didn't hurt. It was the little things. The way he always seemed to know when she needed a moment of quiet. How he listened intently when she talked about her passions. The gentle touches and soft looks that made her feel cherished.

On their last night in Cabo, as they walked hand in hand along the moonlit beach, Olive decided to broach a topic that had been on her mind.

"Chaos," she began, her voice soft. "Can I ask you something?"

He squeezed her hand gently. "Anything, bella ."

Olive took a deep breath. "You could have anyone. Supermodels, actresses, literal princesses probably. So why choose a snarky romance vlogger with trust issues?"

Chaos stopped walking, turning to face her. His hazel eyes were intense as they met hers, filled with an emotion Olive was almost afraid to name.

"I did choose you, bella mia . You're my mate. The one for me. There was no choosing. You just are. And if I had a choice, I'd say it's because you're real, Olive," he said, his voice low and earnest. "You're brilliant, and funny, and compassionate. You challenge me in ways no one ever has. When I'm with you, I don't feel like Chaos Amato, tech tycoon and shifter alpha. I just feel like... me."

Olive's eyes watered. "Even with all the drama? The gossip, the rumors, my insecurities?"

Chaos cupped her face in his hands, his touch impossibly gentle. "Especially with all of that. There is no one like you. No other woman is as special as you."

For a moment, Olive couldn't breathe. Part of her wanted to run, to protect herself from the possibility of heartbreak. But a larger part, the part that had been slowly healing and opening up since she met Chaos, knew what she wanted to say.

"I've never met a man like you either," she whispered.

Chaos pulled her in for a kiss that left her weak in the knees. When they finally broke apart, both breathless and giddy, Olive couldn't help but laugh.

"You know," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "if this were one of my romance novels, this would be the part where we race back to the villa for a night of passion."

Chaos's grin turned wolfish, his eyes flashing with heat. "Well, far be it from me to deviate from the script."

With a squeal of laughter, Olive found herself swept up into Chaos's arms as he carried her back to the villa. As they stumbled through the door, lips locked and hands roaming, Olive had a fleeting thought. Maybe happily ever afters weren't just for storybooks after all. He stopped in the living room by the massive glass wall facing the beach.

She inhaled deeply and shuddered when Chaos's eyes glowed gold. His animal was making itself known. She glanced at his lips again. Leaning forward slowly, she pressed her lips to his, sliding her tongue over his bottom lip.

A low growl emanated from him. His immediate response caught her off guard. One second, she was exploring his mouth, the smooth texture, and amazing sensations. The next second, he was the one pushing her against the glass wall and pressing a very large erection into her midsection.

The kiss, if it could be called that, was more of a possession of her mouth. It was as if he needed to remember the contour of her lips and the feel of her tongue on his. Her nipples drew into tight points under her robe. She struggled to breathe and moaned as he ground his hips into her.

He pulled back, kissing down her neck and to the tops of her breasts. She blinked her eyes open and glanced at his hair.

"Chaos..."

His head jerked up. The feral set of his features had her already-wet undies needing a massive wringing.

"Say my name again."

Good god, what the hell did she do? He sounded fucking amazing when he spoke with the rough, growly voice.

"Chaos."

"Yes, gorgeous. You know who's going to eat you up and make you scream? I'm the one who's going to be in you."

She swallowed back at the lump in her throat.

"I don't think?—"

"You're right. Stop thinking. Just feel," he said, grabbing her hands from his chest and bringing them down to his erection. "Feel what you do to me. I've never wanted a woman as badly as I do every second of every day." He thrust into her hand, and her world spun. "I want inside you. Deep. So fucking deep you'll think we were born that way."

He grabbed her by the waist and turned to face one of the sofas. Placing her on the leather, he dropped down to his knees and pushed her legs open. She gripped the edge of the cushions at her sides, needing something to hold on to. The look on his face said it all: he was doing her now. And she couldn't be happier about it.

He inhaled deeply. "I'm going to eat you."

She bit her lip and leaned back. He pulled her forward and hooked a hand around her neck, bringing her mouth to his and starting a fire with his lips. The way he sucked on her tongue made her body burn. Before she knew it, the robe slid open, and she leaned back on the sofa, her breasts fully revealed to him.

He glanced down at her naked torso. " Bella mia ."

He sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down, dragging a low cry from her. Then he laved the tiny, aching tip with his tongue, flicking it until her hips wiggled.

"That's it," he murmured over her chest. "Get wet for me."

She was already there. She was slick and wanting. He licked her other breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth and rubbing his tongue over it.

The fire at the pit of her stomach expanded through her limbs. Chaos's gaze roaming over her body with so much appreciation sent her heart soaring.

He licked down her belly to glance at her panty-covered crotch. "These need to come off."

She opened her mouth, but before she had a chance to say anything, he tore through her underwear like a knife through butter. Then to amplify the need thickening in her veins, he slid his fingers lightly over her inner thighs.

"Oh, Chaos," she moaned.

He met her gaze and then glanced back down at her sex. "That's what I want. I want to feel your slick heat on my face, stroking me. I want you coming and grinding your pussy so hard on my mouth, I won't be able to breathe." He slowly lowered between her legs, taking ragged breaths. "I want to fuck you while you're still clenching from my lips on your clit."

Oh, wow. Her body shuddered from the image he planted in her head. Then, his mouth was on her, stroking her and gliding until he was on her clit. Her rolled his tongue over the hard, little bundle of nerves in precious circles that made her see double.

"Oh, my god!"

She gripped his hair between her fingers, clinging to him for dear life. There was nothing else she wanted. With every lick he took, she pushed closer to his mouth. He fondled her clit and slipped two fingers into her sex. His large digits, coated in wetness, slid in without any problems. Her pussy contracted around his fingers.

"Ah, bella mia ," he groaned, lifting his face to show his mouth and jaw wet from his saliva and her desire. "You're tight. I haven't been able to stop thinking of your tight pussy wrapped around my cock."

Her muscles tightened from the oncoming orgasm. She took gulping breaths, but there was no slowing it down. Fire held her tense as he continued fucking her with his fingers and sucked hard on her clit one more time. That was it. She dropped her head back, and her legs tensed to the point of near breaking. A loud moan escaped her before she could stop it, and a wave of pleasure washed over her. She gasped, trying to catch her breath, but she couldn't. Her legs shook.

Then he was there, sliding into her wetness and pushing his way into her. Her eyes snapped open, and she glanced down. He was already inside her, and there was still more of him to go. She moaned and spread her legs wider. He pushed her knees back toward her chest and lifted her legs up to his shoulders. He continued driving into her in a long, slow glide.

"Oh, god, Chaos," she choked out. "Fuck me. Please… Don't... Just fuck me."

She didn't want him to stop the fantastic sensations. She wanted it enhanced. She wanted to continue the orgasm and feel her pussy cling to his cock as he drove in and out of her. He pulled back and thrust forward so hard, she whimpered and clawed at the cushions to her sides.

"Fucking hell, bella . I can't get enough," he groaned.

His pounding became faster, harder with every breath. "I want you coming again."

Involuntarily, she moved her hands to grip the cushions as she came. She dug her nails deep into the leather and screamed while her channel contracted around him.

He groaned and plunged so hard into her that she slid up on the sofa, only to be pulled back down by his strong arms. He gripped her hips hard, pulling her ass off the sofa and fucking her with more than a little of his animal's power. He grunted and rumbled unintelligibly. Suddenly, he slowed and held tense. His cock felt hotter, bigger than before. She gasped, her orgasm still making her pussy clench every few seconds. He licked her calf and sucked on her leg as he came into her with a loud rumble, filling her with his seed.

"Fuck, yes! I love my scent inside you, Olive," he roared, his cock jerking into her. "That's it, beautiful. Take my cum. I love how you keep sucking it all in, taking it deeper and deeper. That's so damn sexy."

She couldn't have stopped her body if she'd wanted to. She'd lost all control over her mind, body, and ability to breathe.

He spread her legs, placing one to either side of him and then slowly pulling his cock out and rubbing it over her mound. "I like this. Our mingled scents all over you."

He groaned and brought his face over to hers, giving in to a wild, hungry kiss. "That's right. My scent is what belongs on you. My lips all over your body."

She took a breath and tried to stop the giddiness from taking over. She was living the dream and she didn't want to wake up. Not when she had Chaos doing such amazing things to her body and showing her so much love and concern.

Two days later, as Olive packed her bags for their return trip, she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. The weekend had been... well, if she were reviewing it for her vlog, she'd definitely give it five stars. Multiple times.

"What's got you grinning like that?" Chaos asked, coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist.

Olive leaned back into his embrace, relishing the warmth of his body against hers. "Oh, you know. Just thinking about what an amazing trip this has been. My followers are going to lose their minds when I tell them about it."

Chaos pressed a soft kiss to her neck. "Speaking of your followers, have you decided how much you want to share about us?"

Olive turned in his arms, looping her own around his neck. "I was thinking we could do a little reveal video together. Nothing too over the top, but enough to make it official. If you're comfortable with that, of course."

"I think that sounds perfect," Chaos smiled. "Though I have to warn you, I'm not used to being in front of the camera. You might have to coach me through it."

Olive's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure you look good. Can't have my followers thinking I landed anything less than a total dreamboat, can I?"

Chaos laughed, pulling her in for a kiss. "Whatever you say, bella . I'm all yours."

As they boarded the jet for their return flight, Olive couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. The past few days had been like a fairy tale, and part of her wasn't ready for it to end.

But as she settled into her seat, Chaos's hand finding hers, she realized something. The fairy tale wasn't ending. In many ways, it was just beginning.

"So," Chaos said, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the back of her hand. "What's next for us?"

Olive smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Well, I was thinking we could start with dinner at my place. I make a mean lasagna, you know."

Chaos pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Sounds perfect. Though I have to warn you, my standards for Italian food are pretty high."

"Oh please," Olive scoffed playfully. "I'll have you know my nonna's recipe has been passed down for generations. It'll knock your socks off."

As the jet took off, carrying them back to New York and the realities of their everyday lives, Olive felt a sense of peace settle over her. Whatever challenges lay ahead, she knew she and Chaos would face them together.

And really, wasn't that what all the best love stories were about?