“No,” I growled under my breath.
It wasn’t what I wanted.
Not yet.
What I wanted was to savor my conquest of this angel, to delight in each crush of her hips against mine and linger in every throaty grunt emanating from her.
Sparkle’s lids fluttered closed and her eyes moved beneath them, rolling and moving like the great ocean swells below. The sounds of the churning surf were enough to break the shackles of lust gripping my brain, and I regained my composure at last.
Pushing myself upright, I reached around her back and my nostrils flared as I soaked in the nuanced aroma of her femininity. A faint kiss of salt on her skin mixed with the sheen of her torso and had me licking my lips as her full tits drew close. Once they had, I swirled my tongue and suckled them. It was then I felt her hips begin to grind harder and faster.
“Dalton!”
My name echoed, and she fell to pieces, coming undone as a steady rhythm of fiery breaths sputtered from her lips.
That single cry she’d sputtered went straight to my cock like a strike to the jaw and suddenly, I was fucking reeling. Sparkle’s wet, tight cunt gripped me and had me on the ropes again, struggling to fend off the unapologetic beast inside.
It was that part of me that wanted to leave my mark, bury myself within in her and bind us together, forever. I struggled against it, biting my lip until I thought it might split, when her mewling cries escalated, getting my full attention once more.
“Oh God, fuck!”
Sparkle snapped her head back, hugged her thighs against mine like a vice, and trembled. After a final wailing scream, a thunderous crash of climax ripped across her body and sent her careening off the edge, hurtling into a chasm of pleasure.
Yes, fuck yes.
I gripped Sparkle tight as she writhed on top of me and smiled as the throes of climax consumed her, drowning her in waves of bliss. Heaving huge breaths, she lifted her head once more and moved her mouth to mine. When our lips met, they sealed with a blistering heat and triggered my wolfish, moonlit instincts.
I slammed my hips into hers, slapping against them with one violent crack after another as I fought off the inevitable. The fire built deep inside of me in those heated, precious moments and I knew it was only a matter of time.
From the moment I laid eyes on this beauty, I’d wanted little more than a lay, another trophy to add to my collection. But after witnessing her own joy and feeling the evidence of her ecstasy on my dick, I’d gladly give back every woman before her. What I got instead was something far more dangerous - a fuck unlike any other. Her throaty chirps and howling cries of rapture had unleashed a rampant, lustful animal.
No one had ever stoked such a flame within me, and when the realization hit, it smashed my reality, shattering it and flooding my mind with a blistering flash of white.
“Shit!”
The words roared from my mouth as I crushed my hands into the curves of her hips. My cock pulsed with no remorse as I emptied myself inside, lacing Sparkle’s depths with my fire. As the throbbing in my dick subsided, I realized there’d be no hope of putting that wild, raging creature back in its cage tonight.
I couldn’t.
Tonight was all I had.
A ragged exhale sputtered from my lips as I shot a look at my watch and cracked open the door.
“Christ.”
I was getting too damn old for shit like this, but at least I wasn’t hungover.
After I entered my suite, I headed for the shower, peeling off my clothes as I went. All the while, part of me wondered if I’d imagined the entire thing.
It didn’t take long before a stinging sensation reminded me otherwise. The shower’s water scalded me, inflaming the claw marks that little kitten had left down my backside. Aside from that and my aching cock, though, I’d come away unscathed and deeply satisfied.
Once the pain subsided, a bittersweet smile came to my face. As heated liquid streamed down from above, I closed my eyes. Visions of her perfect curves flooded my mind, crowding out a thought that had no place being there.
Give me one more night with her.
Then almost as fast, another one took its place, stamping out the flicker of desire before it ignited and blistered into a raging inferno.
Let it go, man.
Let her go.
Only it seemed like the harder I tried, the more firmly the thought took hold. We’d gone all night long, a marathon unlike any I’d ever experienced. By the time we collapsed, the sky above hinted at the subtle but inevitable approach of dawn. Faint traces of periwinkle blue crept across the heavens and swallowed the distant, twinkling stars.
Sparkle draped her leg across mine and laid her head on my chest. I stroked her hair, gliding my fingers through the silky smooth strands. Soon, her breaths slowed to a steady cadence, and within minutes, she’d drifted off. It wasn’t long after that I also lost the battle against consciousness, exhausted from having spent myself deep inside of her more times than I could count. When I had stirred to awareness once more, I jerked myself out of a fitful slumber to find she’d vanished.
I sat up, blinking away the grogginess from my eyes.
Maybe I’d said something while I slept. It was possible. Vivid memories of years ago still seemed to show up at the most inopportune times.
Only my gut told me that probably wasn’t the case.
I searched around for her in the lover’s nest we’d discovered, high atop an ocean-facing cliff.
She hadn’t left a trace. Shit, hardly a footstep. What few there were, I tracked all the way back to the beach where I lost the trail. The morning tide had swept in, carrying her secret escape route out to sea with her. It was then I noticed a familiar glimmer, a brilliant blue shimmering in the rising sun.
The sea glass.
Picking it up, I slipped it in my pocket and then continued on my fruitless trek while never catching another glimpse of her.
I still didn’t know why I’d kept it.
Once I’d finished showering, I cinched up the towel at my waist and headed off to the kitchen in search of the nearest coffee pot. I needed to focus. Unfortunately for me, this trip wasn’t all pleasure; I still had some loose ends to tie up before leaving in a few weeks. I’d just caught that first aromatic whiff when a sound distracted me.
“Yo!” I heard Mack rapping against the door that connected his half of the Presidential Suite to mine. “D!”
I raked my hand through my hair and shot a glance toward it. He’d want details, but I wasn’t in any mood to give them. While the coffee was still brewing, I grabbed the pot and poured half a cup, hammering back a gulp and wincing.
“Fuck it.”
A few seconds later, I’d trudged across the suite and reached the door. After I tugged it open, he met me with a smirk and a derisive chuckle.
“When d'you get in?”
I swallowed down another much-needed infusion of caffeine, turned my back on him, and walked away.
“Dawnish.”
Mack knew better than to grill me. I wouldn’t give him much in the way of details about what happened. I didn’t need to anyway.
He closed the door. “Get dressed.”
“The fuck for?” I growled, slumping into the plush leather couch and taking in the view. Thirty floors up, I looked out the open veranda doors and exhaled, knowing I’d never see those pristine beaches quite the same way again. Mack approached and stopped a few feet away, his arms crossed hard at the chest.