Page 111 of Captivating Anika

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he grunts.

He’s been holding back, treating me like spun glass, and it’s amazing, but right now I want to feel his need for me.

“Noah, please, you know I won’t break. I want it all.”

“Fuck,” I hear him mutter.

Then he starts moving faster, up to the moment he can’t hold back. His fingers dig into my hips as he powers inside me. I brace and push back, taking him even deeper, until I fly apart into a million tiny fragments.

When I finally open my eyes, his weight securing me to the bed, I catch sight of our neglected drinks on the nightstand, condensation running down the glass creating puddles on the surface.

That’s what I feel like, a puddle.

A big relaxed, happy, wet spot.

“Noah?”

“Hmmm,” he rumbles, and I feel the vibrations in my body.

“Don’t ever stop loving me.”

I feel his lips press against the tender skin behind my ear.

“Not a chance. Never.”

Hog

“Are you ready?”

I’ve been killing time watching a little TV, but I’m getting pretty hungry, and Anika has been in the bathroom for the past forty minutes, doing God knows what.

“Just a minute!”

It’s the same thing she said five minutes ago. At this rate I’ll be ordering room service soon.

But this time she wasn’t lying. When the door opens suddenly, my eyes are immediately drawn there, and the sight of her takes my breath away.

I wear a farmer’s tan, but the rest of my body is still pretty pale. However, Anika, with skin that naturally carries more melanin, has already taken on a beautiful bronze hue. She’s done something to it though, making her skin look like it’s shimmering when she moves.

The dress she’s wearing is a deep red, almost burgundy color, plunging down in a deep V between her generous breasts, bordering on indecency.

Holy shit. I’ll either be staring at her boobs all night, or scanning the beach for any bastard who dares to glance in her direction.

“You know that dress is going to get me into a fight with the first guy who looks at you twice, right?” I inform her.

I flick off the TV as I get up and stalk over to her, but I’m scared to touch her. Afraid if I do, I’ll never let her out of this room, and I have plans for tonight.

“You like?”

I growl in response as I take her hand in mine and pull her to the door. Her soft, melodic laugh follows me down the hall.

“I can’t eat another bite.”

Anika sits back and presses a hand against her stomach.

I’m pretty full myself, that smoked brisket was amazing, and it makes me want to buy a smoker for the back deck.

When the band strikes up another tune, I get to my feet and hold out a hand to Anika.

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