“Because I want you well rested tonight.” The implication is there while the heat of his stare holds me captive, and all I can do is let out a shuddering breath. There’s no fear or nerves, more of a building anticipation of what’s to come, and for now, I’m pushing away all thoughts of the reasons we’re both here.
I know we’ll discuss it. That he’s going to be mad.
But for now, I want to enjoy this because he might leave after knowing what I did.
Or did he send the man there to protect me? That thought strikes me like a lightning bolt where I sit and my head tilts, analyzing him from head to bare feet.
Would he do that? Does he care enough to?
Or, more importantly, how did he know? Because he does, of that I have no doubt now.
“How did—”
“Hungry?” he interrupts, and as if on cue, my stomach rumbles. I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning, too nervous to do so. “I made a mixed grill churrasco for tonight with picanha, and some chicken in case you prefer that. The sides aren’t extravagant: salad, sweet potato fries, fried banana, and cheese bread I picked up while you slept. There’s a lady in a market a mile down the road that makes the best I’ve had.”
“You went through a lot of trouble.”
“I’m spoiling you tonight.” Tonight. Tomorrow, I’m screwed. “Do I bring everything to the table, or do you prefer I serve you just what you want?”
“Let’s bring it all over.” Standing from the seat he placed me on, I walk over. My hands are shaking. My stomach is in knots. Callum notices right away and brings me in close with an arm around my waist when I reach the extravagant kitchen. It has everything from a grill to burners to a roaster, and that’s just to cook; the fridge alone is larger than the one I have at home.
“Relax.”
“I am.” Lies.
“Aliana,” he says lowly, an angry tinge to his tone that makes me freeze, “don’t make a habit of lying to me. That’s one of two offenses I won’t forgive. You already used your freebie here, love. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He kisses the crown of my head and then down to my temple, exhaling roughly against my skin. “Lying and cheating are my limits. I’d hate to look at you differently one day, when I know you are neither of those things. I’m not mad at you right now, but we will discuss why we’re both in Brazil and it’s not because we took a holiday.”
“Okay.”
I’m still tense and he loosens his hold, moving his face back so he can meet my eyes. “I’d never hurt you, nor will I take my anger at the situation out on you. This isn’t your fault, but in the future, trust is key. You getting hurt is unacceptable to me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.” His expression relaxes, and so do I. “Now, let’s eat. I’m not a fan of cold food.”
“That makes two of us.” And because karma deems this the perfect time to embarrass me, my stomach grumbles once again, causing him to let out a loud laugh. Like this, carefree and calm, he’s simply the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.
“I can’t eat another bite,” I moan, pushing my plate away before picking up the glass of red wine he brought out with the bread. The taste is drier than something I’d pick for myself, but paired with the meal, it balances and leaves the pleasant taste of fruit and spice after each sip. “This was amazing.”
“Glad you approve.” Callum eats the last bite of fried banana and mimics my pose, relaxing in his seat. He’s across from me, watching with a grin that hints at a sinful promise, and I squirm. Between the full stomach and three glasses of wine, I’m relaxed and aware.
Of his every inhale.
Of the way his fingers twitch atop the table.
“Dessert will have to wait, though.”
“Who said anything about dessert?”
“I did.” I remember the sweet treat on the kitchen island, waiting to be eaten. “I’m a huge sucker for a well-made flan.”
“That’s mine.”
“You mean ours.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“So bratty,” he grumbles, the mock glare only serving to make me laugh. However, that laugh turns into a shriek when he stands abruptly, chair flying back, and lunges in my direction.
I’m out of my seat just as fast and running, heart thumping harshly inside my chest with a devilish Brit at my heels.
The beach isn’t far off the large deck, and I take the small staircase down, my feet sinking a bit when I hit the sand. At first I wobble, squeaking a bit, but right myself before he can touch me.
His fingers barely skim the back of my arm.
His breath warms the back of my neck.
“No!”
“Run, love.” That hungry timbre causes my walls to clench, and my nipples to throb. “I love a good chase.”
“Have fun trying!” I yell back, pushing my legs to go faster. My eyes are fixed on the water's edge; I’m going to dive in and swim a bit out but stop when my feet touch something soft.
Looking down, I’m standing on a large blanket surrounded by lit torches and a small speaker. The notes coming through it are soft, sounds like Bossa Nova, and I’m gasping—not understanding.
“Told you I’d catch you,” Callum croons low, his arms wrapping around me from behind. “Now, I think you owe me a reward.”
“Callum, what’s—”
“Dance with me.”
27
She’s soft in my arms. Pliant and sweet, and I pull her in closer.
With her back to my front, I sway us in tune with the sensual cadence of the music playing. This feels good; having her lithe body move against me is a sinful experience that both sends you to heaven while condemning you to hell.
Heaven for her beautiful soul.
Hell for the wrath our world will face after we leave Brazil.
I’ve bloody condemned us both.
The music changes and a well-known song begins to play. It’s the original version, the words sung in Portuguese about a beautiful girl walking by and I can’t help but compare the woman in my arms to her.
Everyone she passes turns their head. You can’t help but to feel enamored with her mere presence.
Twirling her about, I extend my arm all the way and then curl it back, this time bringing us chest to chest. I hold her closer. My face lowers to hers and I can’t stop myself from skimming that mouth—from tasting the little keening sound that escapes her. “I need you, my Venus. Can I keep you?”
Not that she has much of a choice since I’ll chase her to the ends of the earth if I have to. I’ll spend my life convincing this treasure that the only man who can cherish her perfection is the man holding her.
Only me. Always me.
“Callum, I…” I don’t hear anything else. Not after the breathy way she said my name and the subtle shift in her thighs, the rising pink on her cheeks at my question and all its implications.
How can such a simple request bring out the most delicious responses in her?
So decadent. So inviting.
It seals her fate and mine. There is no going back for either of us.
She’s mine. In this life and every reincarnation, we’re granted.
Fuck the past, her family, and the circumstances keeping us apart. The bad timing.
Whatever deity my Venus believes in screwed her with a man like me, but I’d never let her go. What we are—this insanity—I have no doubt that it’ll always be.
This heat. The throbbing fucking yearning to always be near her is all-consuming—it dominates my senses—and nothing short of my cock buried deep within her tight walls will ever be enough. I crave the connection. I need her—just her.
No more waiting.
Cupping the back of her neck with one hand, I skim my lips up her throat, tipping her body back to gain better access. We don’t stop swaying, touching, but her needy moan is my undoing when I nip her collarbone.
That sound is precious. I
want more of it.
Standing us both upright, I lay my forehead against hers. “You haven’t answered me, love.”
“You already know my response,” she whispers immediately, looking up at me from beneath long lashes.
“Do I?”
“Yes.”
“Say it, Aliana. I need to hear the words.”
“I’m yours.”
Before she can take her next breath, my mouth slants over hers in a possessive kiss. This kiss isn’t gentle. It can’t be. Those two words have destroyed the last bit of sanity within me and bound my body at her feet.
I need to possess her just as she does me.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Can’t get enough.” Aliana’s mouth parts on a moan at my confession while my grip on her neck tightens; I tilt her head back while my tongue slips inside and explores the unique taste that is solely hers. Madness grows within. My hunger is uncontrollable, and I revel in the little sounds she makes when I nip her plump lips or the breathy sigh when our tongues touch.
Everything about her was designed by God himself to bring a man like me to his knees. Her unexplainably divine taste sets every molecule of my DNA ablaze.
I’m hard. Throbbing.
Dragging my teeth down her plush bottom lip, I pull back. Her breathing matches mine, labored, and we wear matching grins. “Feel like taking a little dip with me?”
“Yeah.”
“Good girl.” One last bite to the abused flesh and I release her, taking a step while those hypnotizing brown eyes stay on me. She watches me toe off my shoes and then remove my vest top and shorts, letting them land somewhere beside me. I’m naked. Nothing covering my body, and I love the way she watches.
Hooded eyes. Lip caught between her teeth. Chest rising rapidly.
“Strip for me.”
“W-what?” Her blush is endearing, but right now I want to explore the side of her that’s equating me to her next meal, that hungry little minx I see beneath the surface but has never been given the chance to play. To be herself.
“You heard me, sweetheart.” Turning my back to her, I move down toward the water. “Strip.”
I don’t wait for her. Instead, I step into the warm ocean behind my home in Rio and let the waves lap at my feet. There’s shuffling behind me, a very low curse or two, but then she’s standing beside me and reaching for my hand.
“I trust you.” The words are spoken so low I almost miss them, and each syllable makes me feel a hundred feet tall. An arsehole like me doesn’t deserve her, but I’ll worship this woman like no one can or will ever get the chance to.
“And I promise to always be worthy of such a gift.”
“Then show me, Callum. Show me what it means to be yours.”
Without another word, I bring her hand to my lips and place a chaste kiss across every knuckle and tip of her fingers before walking us into the ocean. The waves are slow tonight, just a gentle rocking that moves—pushes us—against the current and the deeper we go, the closer to me she gets.
We wade through until the water laps across her hard nipples, the tight peaks highlighted by the moon.
“So fucking beautiful.” Even in the moonlight, I can make out the light contrast of pink across her cheeks. “Don’t be embarrassed, my Venus. You’re above everything and everyone; the world will always bow at your feet.”
“You make me feel that way.” One tug and she’s back against me, but this time with her legs around my waist. Her pussy is right against my thickness—she’s rubbing herself. “Make me feel alive.”
“I’m going to give you the world.”
“All I need is you.” Two warm hands cup my face, her lips hovering on mine. Her smile is sweet, but it’s the glassiness in her eyes that makes me pause. I don’t like it. Her tears cut me, but before I can ask, I’m silenced with a kiss that robs me of my senses. All I feel, hear, and understand is her. Her body. Her noises.
“Motherfuck, sweet girl.”
“Always you,” Aliana moans low, shifting in my hold. Her pussy slides against me, and on the second grind, her tiny entrance nuzzles the head of my cock. She’s slick, and it’s not the water. “I need you to know that…”
“Tell me.”
“I love you.”
Three words. Eight letters.
They undo me. They express so much and not enough.
Moving a hand to her hip, I keep her poised above me, the tip of my cock just within her entrance while fisting her shorter hair. The soft strands give me a good grip, and I tilt her head slightly.
Our eyes meet, green on soulful brown. “There are three things I need you to understand, Aliana. You agree, and I’ll fuck you like the perfect doll you are.” She nods, her bottom lip trembling, her hips trying to gyrate. “First; no more lies or secrets. Don’t ever put yourself in danger like this again…understood?”
“Yes.”
“Two; I need you with me.”
She’s nodding, yet her lips frown a bit. “I’ll need a little time.”
“Fair enough, but it will be soon.”
“Really? You’ll wait for me to settle everything?”
“Aye.”
“Thank you,” she breathes out, her legs around my waist flexing. That pretty little mouth smiling is dangerous for my sanity—showcases just how innocent she is. My life now revolves around your happiness. “It won’t be long. Promise.”
“Good girl.”
“And number three?” Her tone is sweet, but I notice the subtle winding of her body. She tries to rub herself against my swollen head. Or maybe she’s the devil disguised in the one form meant to subdue me. Aliana can go from angel to seductress without effort. As simple as breathing, and I’ll reward her.
I want to hear her.
“And three…” I snap my hips and in one fluid motion bury myself deep. One thrust and we are flush, her cunt spasming around me while a throaty moan slips past parted lips. Wet. Fucking. Heat. She’s tight and soft, and my cock swells to almost the point of pain. “Christ, I love you.”
Her eyes close, a lone tear falling down her cheek. “Look at me.”
“You…I—”
“Look at me, Aliana,” I growl, pulling out slowly—dragging every ridge and inch against her pulsing walls. “Open those gorgeous eyes and see me.” They open, hooded and full of desire. “There’s my perfect girl.” I drive back in and then out. And again, all while holding her stare. Our rhythm is slow, drawing out our pleasure. “The last thing I need you to know is that you’ve owned me since the night we met. You’re an obsession, my need to breathe, and the one thing that’s always right in my world. I love you, Miss Rubens. I’m yours.”
“Oh God,” her walls constrict, her hands finding purchase in my hair while I fuck her nice and slow. The water laps around us, her body so needy, and I make sure every stroke rubs her clit against my pelvis. “I’ve needed this. You.”
“You have me.”
“No. More.” It’s a whimper; she’s thrashing in my hold now. “Love me fully and without holding back.”
“Are you sure?”
“Please.” Again she clenches, and I hiss, my fingers tightening on her hips, digging in hard enough to leave a small smattering of bruises behind visible in the morning. Another mark, and a rush of pleasure strikes down my spine. My next thrust is harder, forces her body out of the water. “Fuck, just like that. Callum, I need you to let go and make me whole.”
I nip her lip for that, breathing hard. What she’s offering is…Christ. “Our first time should—”
“Be what we both need. I won’t break.”
“I love you, beautiful.”
“I love you, too.”
No further words are exchanged as I carry her out of the water, her warm body wrapped around mine. Cock deep, I pause every few steps to bounce her a few times. Just to take the bloody edge off.
The blanket I’d put out for us to talk on is my target. The soft material will protect her from the sand below, because she’s goin
g to get exactly what she asked for. I want to claim her like an animal.
“Are you sure?” I ask a final time, and I receive another of her sweet grins while her hands wander across my shoulders and to the middle of my back where she sinks her nails in. It stings a bit, the cutting grip, but that only enhances the pleasure her pussy gives with each rhythmic pulse. I pull out, gritting my teeth as I try to fight back my natural impulse, that testosterone-fueled need to make her forget everything but me. My touch. My lips. My cock. “Say it. Tell me what you need.”
“You. Only you.”
“Fuck, baby girl,” I growl, slamming back inside her tight cunt. She’s gripping me, nearly choking my cock while goose bumps break out across her sun-kissed skin—while sweat and water drip down each muscled plane of my body as I fuck an imprint of my girth into her walls.
This perfect girl is my fantasy come to life. A distraction I welcome and crave; God himself couldn’t pull me from tasting—chasing this piece of forbidden fruit served on a golden platter—and claiming her for myself.
She’s beautiful and delicate; no taller than five foot one with raven locks and brown eyes with just a hint of green in the irises that watch me beneath long lashes. Those hooded orbs look at me with hunger—a starving need that pushes my own desire to a near manic state. Each thrust pushes her deeper into the blanket on the sand, the salty mist of the sea cooling our heated skin.
My Venus is too sweet for an arsehole like me. But fuck us both if I’m not riding her rougher than I should. Her cherry-red lips part, but no sound follows. Her chest rises rapidly while those sinful thighs around my waist tremble.
“You feel so good, love. Too good.” At my words she cries out, her back arching and I take the invitation, wrapping my lips around her right nipple and nipping the budded flesh. It throbs against my tongue, her soft skin breaking out in goose bumps. “The perfect mixture of dirty and sweet.”
I punctuate the last word with another hard thrust, but no matter the force, she follows my lead, grinding against me. Thrust for thrust. Bathing my cock in her juices, the wetness sliding from the tip to base and then down to my balls. I can feel each drip. I smell us, and the heady scent mixed with the soft ocean breeze is intoxicating.
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