Page 122 of Relentless Sinner

I’m relaxed, too, more than I’ve been in as long as I can remember.

We grab our bags and walk onto the wide front porch lined with oversized loungers and soft, cream-colored cushions, summoning you to sit and bask in the sun. I can’t wait to do so.

We enter endless luxury when we step inside, where the marble floors, high ceilings, and plush, modern furnishings blend perfectly with the coastal vibe.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt this excited. The weather isn’t the best, but it’s fine for us. And the sea is still the sea, whether the weather is hot or cold.

We drop off our bags, meet the house staff, then we head out to the beach, where we walk hand in hand along the shoreline.

I look around, taking it all in, and savor the fresh air along with the gentle hum of the waves.

The sand beneath our feet is soft and golden, kissed by the waves that roll in and out like a gentle breath. It feels like the rest of the world has melted away from us and we’re the only two people left on this planet.

Jaxon slips his arms around me, pulling me closer and smiling down at me. “What are you thinking about, wife?”

“Everything and you,husband.” I giggle, and he catches my face. His thumb traces circles across my skin, sending sparks over my body.

“Good, because I plan to devour every inch of your fuckable body for the entire time we’re here.” That familiar smirk tugs at his lips and I feel it deep in my core.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“You don’t have to. Kazhdaya chast' tebya prinadlezhit mne.”

I chuckle. “What did you say?”

“Every part of you belongs to me.” He presses a kiss to the top of my head, then kisses his way down to my lips.

We stand on the beach kissing and I wish we could stay here forever. Even with all the big dreams I have, nothing feels better than this. This moment, this kiss, this man.My husband.

We frolic on the beach, and when night falls, he picks me up and carries me inside.

His lips are back on mine the moment we get through the door. Seconds later, we’re naked and he has me shoved up against the wall.

He flips me around to face it then buries his cock deep, deep, deep inside me. Then he fucks me against the wall like he’s been starving for me and hasn’t had me in decades.

We stay there until passion and pleasure claim us, then we head to the bedroom, where we lose ourselves in each other all over again.

The days fly by and we indulge even more. It’s like we’re addicted to each other, and he’s one addiction I never want to be cured of.

Saturday night sneaks up on us, and I realize we’ve only got two days left here.

We decide to do a barbeque on the beach. Well, it’s more like Jaxoncooksand Ieat.

I’ve discovered that my husband is an excellent cook. Everything he’s made has been chef’s-kiss amazing.

Earlier, he prepared the most delicious steaks, and now he’s making chicken and vegetables on skewers.

I’m sitting on a blanket watchinghimand watching him cook. He’s got his hair down and it’s hanging in front of his face, making him look insanely sexy. I’ve come to the decision that Jason Momoa actually has nothing on Jaxon Bortsov. This man is in a class of his own.

The fire from the barbeque pit dances over his handsome but serious face, and I wonder what he’s thinking. I noticed that he concentrates a lot when he’s cooking. It’s like he’s trying to make sure everything he does is perfect. I just don’t know how much more perfect it could be.

I’ve gotten to know him a lot more, but I feel that there are still so many things left I don’t know about him.

He picks up a skewer, sets it on a little plate, and walks over to me. He hands me the plate, and I take it, eager to take a bite. It smelled amazing while he was cooking it.

I tuck in and am not surprised that it tastes like something fit for the gods.

“Hmmm. Oh my God, your cooking is divine.” I giggle.

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