Page 11 of Isle of Beauty

He gently reaches a hand up, wiping off some chocolate left in the corner of my mouth, and pulling my lower lip down with his thumb. Without thinking, I close them around it. A soft whimper leaves me at the taste of his skin.

He groans, visibly entranced by the movement of my tongue. “I want to take my time with you. Now, let’s get out of here. I can barely control myself around you.”

Pierce rises up and takes my hand, leading us to a grinning Tino for goodbyes.

While we wait for the taxi he ordered, he crowds me with his body but doesn’t make me feel small. His heat envelopes me and I’m protected here in his arms. One hand falls on my hip and trembles with restraint, like he cherishes my body and can’t wait to explore more. His other hand caresses my cheek before it settles on my collarbone.

The gesture is a soft claiming.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, almost pleading.

“Yes.”

I‘ve barely uttered the word when his lips descend on mine in a searing kiss, as if it’s pure pain to wait any longer. My eyes flutter close and my lips part open for him. His wet tongue glides against mine in lavish movements that have me melt closer to him.

My hands reach out to his back to press our chests together. It’s all permission he needs. His hand on my waist extends down to grab my ass in a possessive hold that makes me whimper. The other angles my head to give him deeper access to my mouth.

There’s nothing tentative or gentle in the way he kisses me. We’re ravenous for a taste of each other. The low growl in his chest is a sound I want to hear every day.

I want him out of breath.

I want him out of his mind with desire for me, just as I’m for him.

I just want him.

FIVE

LANA

TAKE ME TO CHURCH

The ride to Pierce’s flat is short but I spend it on his lap, grinding against him and kissing his delectable mouth.

We fumble with each other when we enter. He picks me up and I link my thighs around his waist, greedy for his lips on mine, our tongues wrestling. Pure lust fills up the air around us and need lights up our veins.

He sets me down on the kitchen island, the cold of the marble a delicious contrast to my heated skin. When he steps in between my legs, his hard length lines up with my core and I moan.

The friction is so good but I need more. So much more.

“Fuuuck. I told you what would happen if you made more of those noises.”

“You implied. Now, less talking, more fucking,” I smile against his lips.

Pierce trails open mouth kisses along my jaw and reaches for the opening of my dress at my neck. He unbuttons the top and the fabric falls to my hips, releasing my naked breasts.

The cool air hardens my aching nipples.

He takes a step back to turn on a small lamp, the soft light giving him a wicked glow. His hands return to my thighs, clenched in restraint he doesn’t need.

I revel in the burn of desire in his gaze as he takes me in, trailing from my messed up hair to my swollen lips.

When his whisky eyes land on the column of my neck, a thunderous expression takes over his face. He skims his fingers to my throat and I remember there must be bruises from my earlier altercation.

“What the fuck happened?” he growls. His body vibrates with rage and I shiver at the possessive edge of his voice. I’m burning up and only his mouth on me will extinguish the fire he caused.

I want to show strength but my voice comes out breathy when I respond “It doesn’t matter.”

“Who?” He insists.

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