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"I know, but I love you a lot, like a lot, a lot." She admitted with a shy smile and blush to her cheeks.

Unable to help myself, I laughed softly as I held her dearly. "I love you a lot, too, my bratty wife," I whispered into her ear before moving my head up to kiss her head.

Peacefully, we sat there for a while, watching the sharks tear the screaming men apart until only the sounds of water splashing from the violent movements of the sharks could be heard. Honestly, it didn't feel any different than a movie date—all that was missing was some popcorn.

Mindlessly stroking her hair, I leaned my head against hers. "Have you decided where you want to go?" I asked her a while after the activity died down.

"Hmm," humming softly in thought, she turned herself around on my lap, straddling me. "Let's go to the Caribbeans. I wanna do a lot of diving and exploring." She answered with a little smile.

"Sounds good to me. I'll contact our people down there and arrange things for our stay there." Good thing we had vacation houses set up around the world for places we often frequent.

Grabbing my face, Juliet forced me to look at her momentarily before she graced me with her lips. "I can't believe we're actually going to have some personal time to ourselves." She sounded relieved and kind of tired, which I didn't blame her for.

I could barely believe it myself. Hell, I wondered if I lost some marbles when I planned this last-minute trip two nights ago because I became so fed up with running the city red. Taking a vacation now of all the times in the world probably wasn't the best call, but the others insisted I needed this along with Juliet to decompress and reset. For once, I relented without a fight, and thinking about it now and what's to happen next month—best decision ever.

"Just you and me and quality time." It was also about damn time we started this relationship off on the right foot.

"I know, it's just so hard to believe… And I don't know, after being so wound up all this time, it feels kind of weird just to relax finally." Juliet admitted with a sad smile. "And it's weird to think that it's finally all over in a sense. I mean, I know the city is going to take a lot of work and time, but such a big change happened so fast. It's unbelievable."

"I know what you mean, sweetheart. I can barely believe it myself, but we both deserve this." Easier said than done, but if we didn't step back, we would lose ourselves for the worse.

I hated it, but Juliet was a prime example. She was a completely different person from when I picked her up that night. Yes, trauma changes people, but she got her taste of blood and went into a frenzy with it. Hopefully, this little vacation will do well to reset her a little. I wanted to bring back the sweet side of her a little, not this power-hungry terror that would become a thorn in my ass if I didn't put a cap on things right now.

Yeah, I was happy for her newfound confidence and how she stepped into power, but by God, she needed to have a leash put on her before she went rabid and got herself into too deep of trouble that even I wouldn't be able to pull her out of.

Well, all of that was a worry for later. Right now, the only thing that mattered to me was returning Juliet's heated kiss with my own.

"I need you." Juliet's heated breath sent shudders down my body. "Right." Rip. "Now."

Holy shit.

I gripped her hips and suppressed my shiver from the chilly night air hitting me. Never would I have thought Juliet could be so forceful and passionate. She tore my shirt open like it was nothing to paw at my bare body with her frenzied hands. "I need to ride my husband's cock, now."

"Mhmm fuck." I hissed through gritted teeth from the feeling of her hips grinding down against me—hard. "Not yet. I need to taste my beautiful wife." I strained out a groan as I forced her away from me.

Then, with a grunt of effort, I flipped her upside down, causing her dress to pool down around her waist and upper body. "Fuck." My hand descended on her bare cunt before the thought crossed my mind. "You weren't wearing anything under this whole time?" Exciting but infuriating. The thought of someone possibly getting a peak at her if she accidentally bent over too much or somehow her skirt lifted really grated my nerves the wrong way.

Sinking two fingers into her, I curved them into her g-spot, pressing and rubbing hard against it as I kept my fingers hooked inside of her. "You risked another person getting a sight of my cunt? Did you want me to kill another bastard tonight for happening to glance upon something he shouldn't have?"

"Well?" I pressed her when all I got in response were some strangled moans. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Her hips bucked away from me the more I drilled my fingers into her, but my arm around her lower back kept her anchored to me. "Nhnn… I… I wanted to fuck in the locker rooms, wanted less between us." She whimpered between her moans.

Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I nudged at them until she wrapped them around my head and neck. Then, I teasingly fingered her very slowly. "Have you been this soaking wet the whole time?" I asked her in a playfully accusatory tone. "All wet, needy, desperate, and ready while you waited like a bitch in heat for me to bend you over and fuck you?" The thought of her being ready to be taken by me at a second's notice was rather exciting, so much so that I felt my hardened member twitching in my pants.

A soft pressure tightened around my head with Juliet's tensing thighs as she moaned softly and shuddered. "Yes." She whimpered with a choked gasp, her soft walls throbbing around my fingers with the sound.

"Yes, to what, principessa?" It could be to both, for all I cared, but I wanted to toy with her some.

"Being a wet and needy slut for you this whole time and ready to be fucked." She quickly answered while bucking her hips at me. "Can't help it, you're so sexy."

Chuckling softly, I pulled my fingers out to stroke her from clit to ass, circling the tips of my coated fingers around her tight ring of muscles a few times before trailing back down to her clit. Lazily, I repeated this a few times as I ordered her around. "Take my cock out, baby." It barely felt like a second had passed before the cold air bit my aching member, following the sound of my zipper being undone. "Suck me off, sweetheart, put me in your mouth and choke on me while I feast on you."

"Yes, sir."

A strangled groan strained out of me when I felt her hot mouth take all of me in until she gagged. Her head started to reel back, but I didn't want the bliss to end. So, I reached a hand down to grab the back of her head and shove her down until her lips pressed against my pelvis. Leaning my head down, I sealed my mouth around her sex after I slid my fingers up to her ass and sank them into her to my knuckle. Keeping a firm hand on the back of her head, I forced her to struggle and choke on me as I lapped at her succulent cunt.

I don't know how long we sat there on the deck, locked with each other—I was too drunk on her addictive juices to care. All I knew was that I ate her out like a starved man. Even when she would squeal and try to buck away from me during her orgasms, I kept myself attached to her, riding her aftershocks and pushing her into orgasm after orgasm. I only stopped because of the tapping against my leg, which snapped me out of my lustful haze like a bull to the chest.

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