“Say it,” I growl. Something has come over me, something dark and sinister, my old traits returning. I can’t play gentle with her anymore.
I am who I am. I want her here like this.
Right now.
I position myself at her back entrance.
“No,” she cries.
My eyes meet hers in the mirror.
“Not like this.”
She brings me back to the moment.
“Fuck it.” I bend her over and slam into her sex. The muscles deep within her body ripple around me. I see stars.
All the fucking stars . . . and I hate them.
And in this moment, I hate her for how weak she makes me.
I take her to the bed and give it to her, good and hard like she deserves.
She cries out as I bring her to orgasm again and again, and damn it.
I hold myself deep as an earth-shattering orgasm runs through me. I’m breathless, panting, covered in perspiration.
I pull out and roll off her.
We lie in silence, both gasping for air.
I eventually get up and walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on.
I need to get my head around us . . . and quick.
Juliet
I wake with a start. The room is in darkness, and feeling disoriented, I look around.
What time is it?
My stomach growls. I’m hungry . . . starving.
We didn’t make it to dinner. Exhaustion set in. I don’t remember anything after . . .
I look over to the man beside me, sleeping peacefully on his back.
My stomach growls again. I need to find something to eat. I get out of bed, grab my robe, and tiptoe out of the bedroom and softly close the door behind me.
The cabana is lit up. It’s a full moon, and light is dancing across the walls as it reflects off the ocean. The sound of the gentle lapping of the ocean is echoing so loudly.
So perfect.
I flick the lamp on and find a big bowl of fruit in the fridge. I’m going to eat this entire thing. I open the sliding door and peer out into the darkness, still and quiet.
A little bit scary, if I’m honest.
I’m not sure if it’s safe to sit out here alone at night. Who knows what’s out there? I glance at the time on my phone: 3:00 a.m. The witching hour.