Page 22 of Curves and Courage

“I want that, Samuel,” I say, reaching up to cup his cheek, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath my palm. “But I don’t want to visit you there. I want to live with you. I want to wake up beside you, not at some apartment in LA. I want to be where you are, always.”

He looks at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine. Then, a slow smile spreads across his face, a smile so bright and beaming it makes my heart flutter.

“You have no idea how amazing that sounds,” he says, pressing a kiss to my lips. “That makes me so happy, baby. Having you so close, all the time, I couldn’t think of anything better.”

We hold hands and just let the incredible moment take control. What started as a simple escape from my hectic life in LA has blossomed into something way more than I ever could have imagined. Together, we’ve found a peace and happiness that I wasn’t looking for, let alone thought was possible.

“Guess I’m going to have to break the news to Freya,” I say eventually, slurping the last of my drink down. “She’s not going to be happy with you, mister.”

“I reckon I can handle her,” Samuel jokes, laughing. “She’s welcome anytime. There’s plenty of room in Falls Creek for a bright and bubbly girl like her.”

I feel a bubble of excitement build in my chest as we watch the land grow closer. We’ll be docked within the next two hours, and there’s something else I need to do before we disembark.Something that’s been burning hot and urgent since we left the penthouse this morning.

I lean in close to Samuel, my voice dropping to a whisper. “We’ve only got a few hours left. Want to get out of here and make the most of it?”

Samuel’s eyes darken as he drops his beer on the table. “Let’s go.”

He launches from the deckchair and grabs my hand, leading me out of the lounge in much the same way he did on that very first night. Filled with passion, obsession and pure strength, he storms ahead of me, pulling me by the arm towards the penthouse.

We reach the door and Samuel fumbles with the key. His composure is lost, but soon, the door swings open and the second we’re inside, I’m pressed against the wall, his mouth crashing down on mine with fire and desperation.

“Fuck,” he growls, hands searching my body with an urgent need. “I’ll never get enough of you, Stella. You’re everything to me. Everything.”

I gasp into his mouth, biting at his bottom lip. “I love you, Samuel. Take me, please. I need you right now.”

Another growl rumbles low in his throat and the sound makes my nipples tighten. I clutch his muscular arms, feeling his raw strength and power as we stumble back towards the bed. He rips his shirt off and I’m clawing at the hard ridges of his stomach, his warmth and dominance making my core soak.

“Get on the bed,” he demands, ripping my tank top off as he forces me back.

I crash to the mattress and he’s on his knees at the edge of the bed, reaching for the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down with my panties all in one swift, desperate movement.

The luxurious sheets are soft and cold against my hot skin. Samuel’s hands run up the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs to reveal my needy pussy right before his eyes.

“So wet for me,” he says, leaning forward so I can feel his heavy breath on my core. “Look at you, baby. You want me to eat this pussy?”

I moan. “Yes.”

Never one to waste time, Samuel dives right in. His strong hands grip my thighs, holding them apart as his mouth attaches right on my clit. The first touch sends a jolt of pleasure through my entire body and I can’t help but arch my back.

“Oh! Yes, Samuel, right there…”

He groans against my core, lapping at my entrance, teasing and tasting me like he can’t get enough. Slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue work over me, savoring the taste of my musky juices as they flow out.

My hands grip the sheets and his tongue traces a path from my opening to my clit, swirling around the sensitive bud before flicking over it with just the right amount of pressure. My fingers dive into his hair, tugging him closer, my hips grinding against his face.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Fuck me face, baby. Take what you need from me.”

My hips writhe against the roughness of his beard, the scratch feeling so good against my heat. He hums in satisfaction, his grip on my thighs tightening as he devours me, each stroke of his tongue pushing me closer to the edge.

“Yes, don’t stop,” I moan, my voice growing breathless. “Samuel, oh, God…”

He responds to my please for more with a deep, primal growl, his tongue moving faster as he drinks me in. His hands cup my ass, lifting me slightly so he can delve deeper, his tongue plunging into me with a rhythm that has me spiraling into bliss.

I’m so close, teetering on the brink of release. The way he’s driving me wild, am I really going to have this treatment for the rest of my life? My hero, my strong, brave soldier. He’s everything to me, and he’s driving my body wild, bringing me right to the edge.

And when he wraps his lips around my clit, gives ahardsuck and flicks his tongue over it with quick, precise strokes, I shatter.

Pleasure crashes over me in waves as I cry out his name. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, even as my orgasm pulses through me. He licks and sucks every last drop that I give him, relentless as he takes me higher and higher, until I’m nothing but a trembling breathless mess sprawled out on the bed in his penthouse.

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