Page 98 of Destined for the Devil
Fuck. Iwasawful. I fantasized about getting her pregnant—now. Not in a few years or whenever the timing felt 'right'. I wanted itnow.
I stayed just like that and pushed in deeper, trapping my cum inside her and refusing to admit to myself why I was doing it. Isla lay beneath me, dazed and exhausted, but…she held me around my waist with her legs just like in New York, not letting me pull out. That amplified my desire, turning my heart on to marathon mode.
She would be my wife.
She would carry my child.
We would be a family.
Such wholesome thoughts had never occupied my mind in the past. I’d never met a woman with whom I wanted anything even remotely close to a relationship. But now, my chest expanded from the thoughts, all of me elated at the possibility.
I imagined our family life together—little kids, big house, spending time together. I would give her anything she wanted. I would be a good husband and a good dad.
"Roman?" Her soft voice pulled me out of the daydream I’d drowned in. Isla rested on my shoulder while my fingers lightly grazed her skin. Touching her. Ineededto be touching her all the time.
"Hm?"
"How come sex with you feels so good?"
Her simple question made me chuckle, and a wave of warmth washed over me.
She loved me.
"Seriously. Do you have, like, a magic dick or something?" she said, pushing up onto her elbows with a spark in her eyes. "Is that why you kept telling me you had a big dick?" She raised an eyebrow, teasing me.
I smirked, remembering the few times I’d said it. "No. It's because I was so fucking crazy about you, I wanted to rile you up."
She nodded slowly, that sly smile spreading across her face, as radiant as ever. "When did you become crazy about me?" she asked, her voice even softer. I had nothing to hide.
"I'm not sure if it was immediately when you landed in my arms or the next day, when you woke up in my bed all confused, staring at me."
"I see,” she mused. “So the entire time I was living with you…you fantasized about having your dick inside me?"
I gazed into her big doe eyes, forever inking this memory in my mind. The tropical breeze from the open window ghosted over our skin as we lay naked together, talking about sweet nothings. Dreams were made of sacred seconds like this.
"Hmm…” I pondered her question because I didn’t fantasize about my dick inside her theentiretime…did I? “The first time I imagined something sexual was when you refused to take that stupid pill. So, I guess, yeah, the entire time," I admitted.
"Wow. And here I was, thinking you were just a good guy…helping me out." The sarcasm spilled out of her. "But turns out, you were working diligently to get in my pants."
"When did you start thinking about it?" I wondered why I’d never asked her before. It turned out that it wasn’t only Isla who was oblivious to my feelings; I was an even bigger fool. She considered it, her short hair tickling her bare shoulders.
"When I first saw you, I remembered how good sex could feel. I’d completely forgotten it all, with everything that was happening,” she spoke quietly and brushed past the subject. "And that first night, when you watched me sleep—like a fucking psycho—I really wanted you to stay. But of course, there was no way I would have asked that." She was revealing details that I was dying to know. "And as the days rolledon…thoughts of you infiltrated my mind more and more. And I really liked spending time with you. Every time I’d look at you,” Isla leaned in just a little, her voice barely above a whisper. “I imagined your hands, your lips…your tongue…on me."
I drowned in her soft kiss, my soul and heart fulfilled.
The vacation was pure paradise. Isla was relaxed, happy, and carefree. Her sun-kissed skin was such a contrast to her white bikini on day five of our vacation.
We spent time on my yacht, roasting under the sun, eating delicious food, and talking about nothing and everything. Isla loved diving into the ocean, launching herself underneath the waves with impressive force.
She was made for warm weather. It filled me with pride and satisfaction—to watch her enjoy her time in the sun. She swam, she tanned, she napped, and she…fucked.She fucked me so goddamn good, I forgot what my name was.
In total privacy, in the middle of calm waters, I pulled on the string of her bikini top while she lay on her stomach and read a magazine. "You don't want tan lines, do you?" I kissed her back and listened to her giggles.
"You just want to see me naked all the time,” she retorted and turned around so my lips ended up right at her nipples. The tan lines that she did have riveted my imagination. I made her laugh while she rested half-naked beneath me, her body and soul belonging to me.
And me? Well, Isla dominated me completely.
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