Page 54 of Influence

His mouth covered mine, and his tongue returned to its exploration, this time with renewed urgency, making me savor every mingled taste of salt and desire.

“Do you feel that?” he murmured. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“Give me more. I need more,” I pleaded.

“Yes, that’s it, beg for it.”

He pistoned in and out of me, the slick walls of my pussy flexing and contracting around his thick, hard cock. He drove me higher and higher, bringing me right to the edge but leaving me right there before dropping me down.

It was cruel, it was wicked, it was evil.

Time and again, my body obeyed his torture, yielding to the addictive rhythm of his mastery. The sounds of his enthusiastic moans and the rhythmic beat of our shared ecstasy formed a raw, intimate symphony—a soundtrack to our carnal surrender that filled every corner of our secluded world.

“I won’t stop until you’re completely mine,” he declared, each ripple of sensation reinforcing his control.

“I’m yours. I swear. I’m yours.”

A gleam entered his eyes, and a low guttural rumble resonated from deep in his throat. “That’s right. You’re mine.”

He rolled his hips and pummeled my pussy in the way that hit all the right places. My body reacted, and my mind immediately clouded.

I gasped and bucked, unable to do anything but lose myself in the onslaught of sensations. My orgasm rushed over me like a riptide, so fast and overwhelming.

It was pleasure and pain, agony and ecstasy. I convulsed around his unrelenting shaft as it continued its assault on my tender core.

He groaned and his cock swelled, his rhythm faltered, and in the next second, he exploded, calling out my name.

I wasn’t certain if I would ever tire of this, and perhaps that was the point. I never wished to.

“You did so well,” he murmured as he untangled the silky restraints from my wrists, his fingers brushing away the remnants of our passionate encounter.

He drew me into an embrace that felt like a comforting cocoon, his lips grazing my forehead while expressions of praise and adoration melted away every trace of tension.

“Rest now. I have plans to pleasure you in more ways than you can ever imagine,” he said, his manner soothing.

In the peaceful aftermath, as the echoes of our passion lingered, he kept stroking my back steadily—a silent promise that this raw journey of desire was just beginning.

Thirteen

LAYANA

Returning home proved to be difficult. I had fallen for the island in ways I never expected. From the way the sunlight shimmered on turquoise waters to the salty breeze misting the air, departing felt like I lost a part of myself.

Every day with Niko was a burst of adventure and passion. We embraced the sunlit hours together, exploring the island’s hidden coves and secret corners, then winding down on the powdery sands at dusk as the sky shifted to a golden glow. I could have easily stayed there forever, lost in his arms.

But reality called. Niko had commitments that drew him back, and I had Cali waiting for me.

Now, I sat in the backseat of Niko’s luxury car with Cali beside me as the city flashed by outside. At least the relaxation from the honeymoon still lingered.

I smiled as I glanced up at Cali. Her skin held a revitalized glow, and that spark, once dimmed by pain, now shone brightly. Watching her, I couldn’t help but feel proud and relieved by hertransformation. Bringing her to live on Niko’s…correction…ourestate was the best decision possible for her.

“You’ll need to join us next time,” I stated, my enthusiasm mixing with a sense of longing as I envisioned the island’s charm.

I described every aspect: the comforting sway of palm fronds, the rhythmic sound of waves hitting the shore, and the vibrant life around us, all while holding on to the hope of returning one day.

“I can’t imagine it being more breathtaking than the Galanis estate.”

“I’m really glad you’re with us, Cali,” I said.

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