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“It’s sort of like trying to feel every part of you. I want to smell you, taste you. I want to know every part of you. Why you react to certain things. And I’m trying to consume it all.”

Most women would probably be concerned about his confession, but if anything, it made me want to know him more.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I teased as I backed away from him, rushing to his room. His bed was bigger than mine. A queen-size bed and it felt a lot stronger. Just like him. All he ever wanted to do was please me. He knew how to do it, as I continued running my fingers through his hair. He caressed my butt roughly, just the way I liked it. It was as if his life depended on it like he knew I needed to be held with firmness and desire.

The wetness rushed between my pussy walls as he whispered my name between our kisses. Our tongues rushed in and out of each other’s mouths. He used one hand to release his cock and then pressed it against me.

He inhaled a deep breath. Then, he held my arms above my head with one hand and used the other to push his hardness into me. I gasped for air.

“Tomas, don’t stop!”

I gasped as he gripped my butt, as he roughly thrust his hips. I used my arms, to steady myself, whilst meeting each thrust he gave. He looked deep into my eyes as he moved inside me, watching my reaction as he plunged.

“I never want to stop. I want to keep you here forever,” he growled.

I was close to the edge when he changed his rhythm and made it hard and steady. With each thrust, I cried out with joy. He rocked backward, then plunged into my cunt even deeper. I welcomed it.

“Harder!” I yelled as I reached the brink of my orgasm.

“Your wish is my fucking command!” he snarled.

I screamed in frustration as he reduced his pace, making it slower and shallower. He smiled, knowing I was seriously aching. My clit was calling out for his touch, a relief only he could give me. Right now.

He finally picked up speed, moving faster and rocking into me even more. Each time he pumped, I yelled, begging him to pound harder into me until I felt the tingling shoot up my spine, and we both cried out as we came.

We panted and he released my hands. Then, he flopped to the other side of the bed.

“I’m so tired…” I hummed as I grabbed onto his back, and the once rough Tomas became a gentle one as he positioned me so that I could lie on his chest. “You have so many scars on your body. At times I think that I’ve seen them all, then I find more.”

His eyes shifted from mine like I’d touched a nerve.

“My father was a cruel man. He hurt his family whenever had a chance. He seemed to take pleasure in torturing us.”

I hated the way I’d treated him in the past. He was going through so much, and I was the Russian princess who decided to make him feel like crap.

“Don’t think about it. It was all in the past,” he said like he read my thoughts.

I nodded because I knew this, but I was with him, and it didn’t make me feel better. I could sleep for an eternity, I thought to myself as I yawned and my arms stretched over his athletic body.

“Sleep, my darling. When you wake, I will bathe you.”

I was going to ask him where, but tiredness took over, making me feel too weak to ask the question. I loved the way we were on an island with nothing and he wanted to make me feel special. I’d been thinking about this all wrong. He’d kidnappedme and brought me here, not to torture me, but to protect me from someone who wanted to do something far worse to me.

He wouldn’t harm me.

I knew that part for sure. I had nothing to do but enjoy my time with him until this was all over. And that was what I intended to do. Maybe part of me was suffering from Stockholm syndrome because I felt that no matter what I couldn’t get him out of my mind.

I recalled previously that he’d said there was nothing more precious than bathing in the sea, especially at night. We ventured out today, so maybe tomorrow we would give it a chance. Tomorrow was another day in paradise.

Ifelt so drowsy as if I had been drugged once again, but I knew that I hadn’t as I tried to open my eyes slowly. I no longer felt a warm body next to me. I lifted my head, but I was tired. Exhausted. So many days and nights having sex over and over again, and eating very little, seemed to make me feel weak.

Tomas said he would bathe me, so maybe he went to get it all ready.

But what exactly?

There was no bath in here, just showers. He said something about the sea, and that was it.

I was about to say something, but then I didn’t as I realized that Tomas was at the edge of the bed, and he was talking to someone.

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