She kept her voice low, looking up at from beneath her lashes, knowing it drove him mad. He pulled her onto his lap, and she could feel his cock, already stiff and ready through the denim of his jeans. She slid her hand onto it, feeling the heft, the thickness of it. It had been a long few weeks, abstaining from penetrative sex while she healed from the surgery, and all she’d been able to think of, even during the frenetic week of packing and arrangements, was having him inside her. God, I want you so badly… she stifled a gasp as Sam, grinning, his green eyes lustful as his fingers slid inside the edge of her panties and he started to stroke her clit. She leaned her head into his neck, keeping her increasingly ragged breaths low and quiet.
‘The minute, the second, we get to the villa,’ Sam murmured against her ear, ‘I’m going to tear every stitch of clothing from your glorious body, kiss every part of that honey skin, spread your soft, soft thighs and fuck you so hard, they’ll hear you screaming the other side of the island.’
Isa buried her face in his neck, breathing hard as the pressure on her clit increased, gasping as he slipped a finger inside of her. She felt herself swell and dampen at his touch, looked up into his eyes to find him looking at her with such intensity it made her stomach disappear. The amused look had left his eyes and his eyes were dark with desire, with arousal. The angles of his face seemed more pronounced, the beautiful curve of his lips, the aquiline nose, and the high peaks of his razor sharp cheekbones. He looked almost frightening, the ferocity of his love for her a burning, all-consuming thing. The beauty of the island could not compare to him, she thought, lost in his gaze. She felt otherworldly when he looked at her like that and God… she wanted him so badly it hurt.
‘How long until we get to the villa?’ She whispered, and he smiled, breaking the lines of his face into softness. He nodded towards the windshield.
‘We’re here, Isabel Eleanor.’ The way he said her name made her want to cry with happiness.
The driver helped Sam bring their bags in, nodded politely and left. Isa stood in the wide hallway, waiting, knowing what Sam wanted. As soon as the door closed, he was tearing at her clothes, pulling her dress over her head, biting down on her bare shoulders. She was gasping as he stripped her and when she was naked, he swept her down to the cool tile. It felt good against her hot skin.
‘I’m sorry,’ Sam was breathing hard as he unzipped his jeans to reveal his magnificent cock, already so hard for her, moisture glistening at the tip. ‘I need to be inside you now.’
He tugged her legs around his hips and thrust into her. She cried out at the quick pain, thrusting herself onto him, trying to take all of him inside her. The fact she was naked while he was still fully dressed was an incredible turn on; she felt so completely at his mercy. She angled her hips so he could take her easily, driving the long thick shaft deeper into her with every stroke. His expression was as in the cab; intense, focused on her entirely. His thrusts were brutal, impaling her onto him, his hands clamped on her hips, fingers biting into the soft flesh. They moved against each other with a rabid desperation, her legs wrapped around him, thighs clenching with the effort to sink him deeper into her. As they both neared the end, Sam pinned her hands above her head with one hand, using the other to tilt her hips so that he could move against the hypersensitive nerve in her sex.
‘Sam... Oh my God… Sam!’ Her back arched, her belly pressed into his as the shattering orgasm flooded through her, followed by another and another in quick succession, the hot rush of her climax flooding down over his impossibly hard penis then she felt another rush of heat as Sam groaned, a guttural, animal sound ripping from him as he came, thrusting as his semen shot into her violently. The sound of it made her come for the fourth time, and she tightened her grip on him, never wanting him to pull away from her. Sam panted for air but he was still rock hard and as he began to thrust again, their eyes locked. The rest of the world did not exist then, just this inexorable, searing, feral love.
After they’d collapsed beside each other on the floor, dragging air back into their exhausted lungs, they looked at each other and started laughing. Isa rolled onto her side, kissed him and laid her head on his chest for a second before looking up into his eyes.
‘God, I’ve missed that.’
Sam chuckled, running his fingertips up and down her spine. ‘What have you missed exactly?’
She grinned wickedly and clambered onto all fours, crawling up his body. She kissed him firmly then whispered. ‘Your huge, magnificent cock plowing me into oblivion.’
They both collapsed into laughter then she straddled him, a look of mock concern on her face. ‘You have too many clothes on for this heat.’
He grinned up at her lazily as she pushed his t-shirt up over his head then stripped the rest of his clothes off. She lay back down, and he cradled her in his arms. ‘I love you, Sam Levy.’ She looked up and smiled. ‘Samuel Alexander Levy.’
He kissed the top of her head. ‘So… welcome to the island. Want a tour of the villa?’
She considered. Seeing the villa meant moving and moving meant leaving the comfort of his arms and he was so conveniently naked right now. She cupped his already hardening cock, and he laughed, a low rumble which vibrated through his massive chest. She kissed him again.
‘Later, baby. I need to take the tour of your body right now.’
She straddled him again, gripping his cock and tracing it up and down her sex, teasing him into delirium until he was begging her to take him inside her. She lowered herself onto him, oh-so-slowly, taking just the tip inside herself then stopping, grinning as he groaned with anticipation. He grew harder still as she glided down the length of him. Sam reached up, pinched the sensitive nipples, and she moaned. As she began to rock her hips, sliding up and down his thickening cock, his fingertips drifted down her stomach, and as they touched her belly, she drew in a shaky breath, her muscles contracting under his touch. Sam smiled, knowing that when he circled her belly button with his thumbs – as he was doing now – it drove her nearly insane with excitement.
Later, when they’d exhausted each other, she threw her dress back on and let him lead her through the villa. The one level house had large, light, airy rooms and Isa padded around in her bare feet, taking in every detail. In the living room, the book-lined walls, the simple decor, the huge white squashy sofas, the table crafted from driftwood – it was so simple, yet the place radiated old money, luxury. Over the fireplace – the incongruous fireplace considering the heat – hung her painting, the one Sam had bought the night they met. She studied it for a few moments and turned to him, her eyes shining.
Sam smiled. ‘It traveled with us.’
Isa grinned, reaching up to kiss him. ‘This is your place, right? Not a clients. It’s yours, the house?’
Sam hesitated for a moment then smiled sheepishly. ‘The island.’
Isa rocked back. ‘Holy fuck balls…’ She gazed up at Sam, and a small curl of unease started to wind through her. ‘Sam…who the fuck owns an island?’
She had never felt out of her depth with him before; she knew he was wealthy, of course, but a freaking island?
Sam put his arms around her. ‘It was my dad’s. He left it to me and Cal. Really, we should sell it, but I couldn’t bear to. My mom loved it here. Before she died, we used to have every vacation here. Don’t be freaked out.’
Isa put her palms flat against his bare chest and blew out her cheeks. ‘It’s a lot, though, Sam.’
‘I know. But Isa… it’s just money. What means the most to me, is that I’ve only ever been here with people I love, with women I love. You, and my mom. That means something so bone deep for me I can’t even begin to…’
She stopped him with a fierce kiss, tears glistening in her eyes. ‘Thank you. Thank you for saying that.’
The kiss went on longer than she’d intended and she had to break it off to catch her breath. She pulled away from him with a smile, went to the French windows and pushed them open. A wave of jasmine
-scented air swept over her hot skin, and she breathed in the scent of the ocean, only a few yards down the beach.
‘I think I’m having an out-of-body experience.’ She felt him come up behind her, press his body against her, his arms curving around her waist. She pressed herself back into him, felt the hot length of his erection through his pants. Sam pressed his lips to her shoulder, one hand splayed across her belly, the other under her skirt, sliding into her panties.
‘I want an in-your-body experience. You’re still wet,’ he murmured, and she laughed softly, her breath hitching as he began to stroke her clit.
‘You are a machine, Samuel,’ but she pressed her ass back into his erection as he caressed her. She could feel his fingers, the beautiful soft pads of them sweeping along her cleft, the mixture of his semen and her arousal making it slick and soft. Sam turned her so he could look into her eyes as he touched her.
‘Fuck, do you even know how beautiful you are?’ He whispered, his eyes taking on that intense, almost dangerous look. Her pulse quickened, her stomach disappearing with desire, Isa ground her mouth onto his. Sam tugged her up into his arms and moved to the bedroom, dropping her onto the bed and covering her body with his, his movement’s rough, commanding. He pinned her hands above her head, pushing her legs apart with his knee.
‘You’re mine, Isabel, and I’m going to fuck that knowledge into you so hard, you won’t have any doubts…’ His cock, thick and long, plunged deep inside her and she screamed with joy at the feel of it, moving her hips so he could ram into her as deep as possible. She felt the wide crest of it brush unrelentingly against the sensitive nerves deep inside her, making her head spin, her sensibilities go wild and her limbs liquefy.
As she neared the peak, he suddenly stopped, pulled away so only an inch of his cock remained in her. Isa screamed in frustration as Sam grinned wickedly… waiting, waiting. Then with one brutal thrust, he slammed into her so hard the bed moved. Isa felt the hot rush of her orgasm flood through her, over him, her whole body vibrating with uncontrollable pleasure. The next moment as Sam came, her sex was filled with his semen, throbbing from him in warm spurts. His eyes were soft now, full of love, full of her. He released her hands, and she slid them either side of his face, feeling the soft skin, sweeping her thumbs over the fine angles of his cheeks. Sam brushed her lips gently with his.
‘Tell me you’re mine, my Isabel…’ His voice was a caress, a whisper, a soft breeze from the warm ocean outside. She kissed him fiercely.
‘Forever, Sam, I’m yours…’
Even the evenings were sexy as hell here, she thought as she sat on the sand outside the villa, listening to the waves crashing onto the beach. The air was warm, but a cool breeze glided over her hot skin. Isa pulled her knees up to her chest, rested her head on them. She was tired and pleasantly sore from making love. Sam was in the kitchen, and Isa realized just how hungry she was as the smell of delicious food drifted through the villa. She clambered to her feet and followed the smell. As she got closer to the kitchen, she could hear Sam talking. She leaned against the doorway and watched him. God, he was so freaking hot, bare-chested, huge muscled arms, the pecs with the flat discs of his nipples, the wide chest sloping down to the hips, slim but not skinny. He had his jeans on, but she could see the outline of his incredible cock, big even when at rest. That’s all mine, she thought smugly, a smile playing around her lips. Sam saw her and grinned, his cell phone to his ear. His grin grew wider as he watched her watching him, her eyes raking up and down his body, obviously enjoying her admiration. He finished the call and turned off his cell, waving it at her.
‘Last business call, I promise.’
She didn’t answer but went to him, pressing her lips to his. ‘Something smells delicious.’
Sam grinned. ‘Me or the food?’
Isa chuckled. ‘Both. I’m famished, actually.’ She looked around at what he had prepared. Two fillet steaks with a green salad sat on the counter, a bowl of fruit salad, fresh plump peaches, strawberries, mango, and raspberries. She almost moaned at the sight of it. Sam laughed, grabbing a serving tray and whisking the plates on it.
‘Let’s eat outside on the veranda.’
She helped him light the tealights on the table, and they sat, enjoying the evening as they ate. The steak was juicy and tender, the salad crisp and fresh. They ate with enjoyment, Sam grinning at the moans of delight coming from Isa.
‘I am actually in heaven,’ she said later as she sat back, her hand over her full belly. ‘Right here, right now. You, sex, food, this island, this evening. This is my idea of heaven.’
He leaned over to kiss her, tasting of peaches. ‘You are my heaven.’
She grinned, her lips curving up against his. ‘If you’re trying to seduce me… it worked. I just need an hour or so to recover from this feast.’
He laughed, sliding his big hand over her belly. ‘Same here. I do have another surprise for you, though.’
Her eyebrows shot up. ‘Oh yes?’
Sam smiled, handing her glass of wine to her. ‘Finish your wine, and I’ll show you.’
An hour later he led her by the hand a room at the far end of the villa. The first thing she saw was the outside wall was entirely glass, sliding doors that opened up onto the beach, like the living room. Although it was dark now, turning the view to inky blackness, she could see that in the day, the sun would flood this room with light. Sam was turning on lamps around the room, and now she could see a long work bench, easels, canvases, pads of heavy artist paper, paint palettes. Her mouth fell open slightly and a lump formed in her chest. Sam watched as she walked around the room, touching everything lightly. Isa ran her fingers over unused half pans of watercolor paint, thick, round, rich, soft pastels in every color, tubes of oil paint, acrylics. She turned to look at him.
‘I don’t know what to say, Sam, this is just…’ She looked around again. ‘Willy Wonka’s Artist Factory.’
She grinned as he laughed at that, and went to him. ‘Thank you so much. This really is my heaven.’
He smiled down at her, brushed his lips against hers. ‘You’re welcome. You haven’t painted much lately – not that I blame you. I thought you could take some time out, do some work. If you feel like it, that is.’
She stared up at this gorgeous man she loved so much, wonder at his thoughtfulness, his huge heart. How had she been so lucky to meet a man like this? Someone who had brought her back to life, championed her, protected her? She wasn’t joking when she said it was a dream. Here, on this island, just the two of them, she could forget about stalkers and jealous artists and absent parents and death threats and lost babies. That last thought caught in her chest. Sam’s baby. She felt her eyes fill with tears again and turned from him so he wouldn’t see them. She walked over to an armoire at the far end and picked up a sketch book which looked older than the rest. She flipped through it to find pencil sketches, beautiful drawings most of a young boy, asleep, reading, playing, and laughing. Isa’s heart began to thump as she studied the boy’s features, soft with youth but so, so familiar.
Sam…
‘It was my mom’s. She used to come here and sketch for hours, sitting out on the beach.’
‘You never told me your mother was an artist.’
Sam smiled ruefully. ‘I know. Just another thing we have to discover about each other. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, sweetheart. This is it for me, forever. There’s nothing I want to hide from you.’
Isa said nothing for a moment. ‘Nothing?’
Sam shook his head. ‘Open book. You?’
She smiled then. ‘Me too. I will warn you… you’ll be bored when you find out about my life before you.’ She walked over to kiss him. ‘I can’t believe I had a life before you.’
Sam’s arms tightened around her. ‘I’ll never get bored.’ He picked her up in a fireman’s lift and carried her, shrieking with laughter, back to bed.
He had taken his time, sought out the one he was looking for. H
e scoured the places the hookers hung out at first, searched their faces, their mannerisms, the way they moved, to find anyone who reminded him of Isabel. After a few days, he gave up, frustrated, hid out for a few days with a bottle of bourbon, regrouped, and reassessed his plan.
The fact was that he just needed someone who looked like her – resembled Isa to such a degree, they’d be in no doubt, when they found her, that it was meant to be her. He started to scout the nightclubs, the bars, the college campuses.
He found her working at a gas-n-sip off the I5. It was a risk, of course, but he’d gone back when it was quiet with a baseball cap pulled down over his face, in a van he’d jacked from a side street in the business district. He’d flirted the first time, and when he went back, the excited smile she gave him told him this was going to be easy.
He took her as she stepped out back for a smoke. She struggled for a moment as he clamped his hand over her mouth and pulled her into the van. His punch to the side of her head knocked her cold. He tied her up and drove off, pulling into the parking lot of an abandoned motel thirty minutes later. He’d keep her here, alive, until they came back to the island and then he would give them a horror show they could never have imagined.
Isa balanced her chin on Sam’s shoulder, glancing at the laptop he was working on. ‘I thought we said no work?’
Sam turned his head to kiss her. ‘Just while you’re painting, I promise.’ He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her more thoroughly. ‘How’s it going?’
She held up paint-daubed fingers. ‘Good. I’d started to forget how blissful it was to just paint and forget everything else.’
Sam grinned. ‘So why’d you stop?’
‘Food.’
He chuckled. ‘Oh, of course.’
He followed her into the kitchen, admiring the sway of her denim skirt covered hips, the golden skin of her legs and bare feet. She wore an oversized white shirt, opened to reveal a white bikini that could barely contain her honey-ripe breasts. There were smears of paint across her bare stomach and streaked through the messy bun of her hair. Sam felt his groin tighten as he watched her flit around the kitchen, pulling together some food for them. She glanced up at him to catch his admiring appraisal and grinned.
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