Chapter 43

43

XAVIER

T he Greek Island of Mykonos offered stunning blue waters, white sand, and plenty of delicious sunshine.

I was in paradise.

"I'm never going home." Roman stretched out on the sun lounger beside me. Sunlight sparkled across his toned body, highlighting every edge, every line, making my cock stir.

Those skimpy swimming shorts of his only threw my desire into a tailspin.

"Agreed," Darcy said. The rat lay on his little pillow under a parasol. If he weren't here on this private beach with us, I'd fuck Roman on the sand, in the water, and maybe even take a turn bouncing on his cock if the moment arose.

Later…

With him back to full health, we were free to do those things now. It was only a matter of time.

As I told Roman after the surgery, I did move a little slower nowadays with only the one heart. I retained my abilities, my strength, and the bulk of my speed. But it took some adjusting to get used to the new me who sometimes got slightly breathless.

It was worth it to be with my witch. I would do anything to keep him breathing in this world.

Anything.

Roman sighed with pleasure, slightly lifting his hips as he adjusted his position. I watched every movement, enjoying every inch of his flesh.

We were two days into an eight-day vacation, the three of us staying in a private villa. Piper stayed about a mile away in a different villa. Each night we met for dinner and drinks, enjoying the tranquility of this island.

It was nice to leave our cares behind, albeit temporarily. A lot of time would need to pass for our souls to truly heal from what had transpired. But we would, all of us unwavering in our fight for the future.

Little snores drifted from Darcy. Roman sat up, sliding his sunglasses down.

"He's exhausted from all this chilling."

I swung my legs around, facing him. "Can we go inside?"

"Are you too hot?"

"No. But I want to turn up the heat."

"What do you…" My meaning clicked, and his lips spread into a mischievous grin. "Oh. I see." He licked his lips, teasing the band of his shorts. "Demon wants the goodies."

A rumble went off in my chest. "All of them."

Roman stood up, a scrumptious bulge in his shorts. "Then come get them."

Cock aching to be free, I followed him back into the villa, drinking in the pert curves of his backside as he strutted up the sand, teasing me and whetting my appetite.