Chapter Eleven

STEPHEN

Her breasts were full and shapely, the kind that begged to be touched, worshipped. Her sun-kissed skin was smooth, glowing even under the dim resort lighting. My mouth practically watered at the delicate curve of her hips—but it was the tiny, dark triangle of hair between her legs that really got to me.

“You like what you see?” she teased, her voice thick with amusement.

I must have looked like I was starving.

“You have no idea,” I growled, losing every shred of control as I fell onto her like a man possessed.

Trinity let out a soft gasp, surprised by the suddenness, but she didn’t resist. Not even a little. My hands began exploring her body, greedy for every inch, while my mouth found hers in a kiss that was raw and deep.

Every new discovery with her—every sigh, every arch of her back, every moan—turned me on even more. I didn’t fully understand it. All I knew was that this woman had gotten under my skin in a way no one ever had.

And it wasn’t just lust. It was something more.

I left a trail of kisses down her neck, taking my time, but with purpose. I had a goal, and while every part of her deserved to be savored, I promised myself I’d come back to every inch of her later.

Still, I couldn’t resist pausing at her breasts, suckling one nipple and then the other. The way her back arched beneath my mouth, the sound of her moaning, almost made me forget my original destination.

But I had plans.

I shifted lower, trailing kisses over the smooth plane of her stomach, my fingers grazing the subtle dip of her waist. Her moans deepened as I reached her pelvis, and when I kissed the line of her hipbone, she spread her legs for me—offering herself without hesitation.

The sight of her there—open, waiting, ~wet~—nearly broke me.

The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, intoxicating. My mouth lowered to her soft inner thighs, placing reverent kisses along them, each one drawing a shiver from her body. When my tongue finally touched the delicate pinkness between her legs, she cried out and grabbed the back of my head with both hands, pulling me into her.

And I gave in.

She rolled her hips into my face, riding the rhythm, fucking my mouth with reckless abandon. Her moans grew louder, sharper, until her body tensed—and she came, hard, flooding my mouth.

The taste of her was pure ambrosia—sweet, addictive. I drank her down as much as I could, but it coated my cheeks, my chin. I didn’t care. I stayed there, nestled between her thighs, my lips still pressing soft kisses to her skin as she came down.

Only when I felt her body stir again did I dive back in, determined to bring her to the edge again.

It took longer this time. I savored her. Teased her. My tongue worked slow, lazy circles until I felt her hips twitch, her thighs tremble. My nose and mouth were buried in her dark patch of hair while one hand found its way up to her breasts, rolling a nipple between my fingers.

I lashed at her clit, fast, and firm, and she broke.

Trinity came undone with a cry, her body convulsing around me. I stayed with her through each shiver, each wave, until finally she pushed me back with trembling hands.

Reluctantly, I let her. But the moment faded as she pulled me up to her and kissed me—~deeply~. The taste of herself on my lips didn’t faze her. If anything, it drove her wilder.

Her kiss grew more demanding, and I felt her hands slide down my chest. Her eyes burned into mine, wicked and wanting.

“My turn,” she whispered.

No woman had ever stolen control from me so completely, and I loved every damn second of it.

She started behind my ears, her breath warm against my skin, sending jolts through my body. I shivered under her touch.

By the time she reached her destination, I was already beyond ready.

I shifted, lying back against the mattress, propping myself up slightly to watch. And God … what~ a view~.

Her lips wrapped around me—hot, wet, and eager—and I had to grit my teeth not to explode on the spot. She looked up at me with those big, seductive eyes. Her gorgeous round ass was lifted in the air like a gift I didn’t deserve.

“You like?” she asked, my cock resting against her cheek as she smirked up at me.

I groaned. “It feels amazing, baby.”

“I meant my ass, which you’ve been staring at like a caveman,” she teased with a laugh.

I chuckled, but couldn’t lie. “Well … I like both.”

She giggled and then went right back to her task, her confidence radiating off her in waves. She watched me as she worked, eyes locked on mine. That was the difference. Most women focused on the job. Trinity? She wanted to see the effect she had on me.

I threaded my fingers into her hair. Not to guide—she didn’t need it—but just to feel her. The way her tongue moved, the way her lips wrapped around every inch of me, the way her hands cupped my balls—it was all perfect.

“Fuck…” I growled, my voice hoarse. “I’m gonna lose it soon. Yes, just like that. Take me down your throat, baby … keep going.”

Instead of backing off, her eyes darkened with hunger. She took me deeper, her throat tightening around me, and her fingers squeezed just right.

I lost it.

With a groan that echoed off the walls, I emptied into her mouth, my hips jerking uncontrollably. She didn’t flinch—just swallowed everything like I was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

I collapsed back into the pillows, breathing hard, my fingers still tangled in her hair.

She looked immensely satisfied—completely in control of me—and damn if I wasn’t just as pleased. She moved up on top, her naked body rubbing against mine in all the right ways, sending another groan deep from my chest. My cock flexed beneath her, already straining for more.

I captured her lips again, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, still tasting myself on her tongue, loving it. My hands roamed to her ass, gripping it hard and pulling her tighter down against me as we ground together in desperation.

The second she started moaning into the kiss, I lost it.

I flipped her, settling between her thighs, my body primed and already aching.

“Please tell me you’re on birth control,” I growled, eyes dark with hunger. “I want to go raw. I don’t want anything between us tonight.”

“I am,” she gasped. “Please. I ~need~ to feel all of you.”

That was all the permission I needed.

I lined myself up and pressed into her, watching her eyes the entire time. She was so tight, despite how ready she was—hot, slick, and gripping me like a glove. I growled low in my throat, trying to maintain control, trying to take my time so I wouldn’t hurt her.

But control was slipping.

The feel of her wrapped around me, the heat, the sound of her breath hitching—it was a fucking drug. Once her body adjusted, once I saw that familiar fire return to her eyes, I gave in.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Her lips parted on a breathy moan, her hips rising to meet every thrust. I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss, but even that didn’t last long. My need to take her eclipsed everything else.

The sounds she made … the way she moaned my name, the way she purred… it pushed me closer to the edge with every passing second.

“Stephen! You feel—oh God—so fucking good. Harder, please!”

Hearing her beg for me like that snapped what little restraint I had left. I grabbed the backs of her thighs, pulled her legs up and around my waist, and slammed into her harder, deeper, lost to the need clawing at my insides.

“You’re mine,” I growled against her ear, biting at the lobe. “This pussy is mine. You understand me?”

“Yes!” she cried out, nails dragging down my back. “It’s yours. Take me!”

“I’m close … fuck, I’m right there,” I panted, voice hoarse. “I want to explode inside you.”

“Don’t hold it,” she gasped, her body arching into me. “Give it to me.”

That was it. The final trigger.

With a deep, primal growl, I lost myself, hips slamming into her as my orgasm tore through me. My hand moved to her throat, gripping—not to hurt, but to own—as I pumped into her again and again.

Her eyes never left mine. And what I saw in them—desire, trust, surrender—set fire to everything inside me.

She met me with a cry of her own, her release hitting just as mine exploded inside her. Her hips jerked off the bed, her legs trembling, locking around me.

I came hard—~harder than I thought possible~, especially considering it was my second time tonight—but she stayed with me, panting beneath me, her hands tangled in my hair as we rode out every shiver.

Eventually, our bodies slowed.

We kissed, slower now—still intense, but filled with something deeper. A breathless gratitude. A wordless bond.

As her lips met mine again, my hips gave one final involuntary thrust, drawing a small shiver and a soft, barely there moan from her.

“That was…” Her voice was breathless, almost stunned. “That was like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

“I know, baby,” I whispered, still buried deep inside her, flexing once more for good measure. “I know.”

I kissed her and slowly pulled out of her. The second I did, she whimpered—a sweet, vulnerable sound—and reached down to touch herself, giving her swollen, oversensitive core a gentle rub.

I caught her wrist, brushing her hand aside, wanting to see.

“Fuck…” I muttered reverently, watching as my cum dripped out of her, a creamy mess between her thighs. “I love the sight of our juices running out of you.”

“Mmm…” she murmured, smiling sleepily as her eyes fluttered closed.

I got up, heading to the bathroom. I ran a washcloth under warm water and brought it back to her. She was already half-asleep, tangled in the sheets, her skin still glowing, hair a beautiful mess across the pillow.

I knelt beside her and cleaned her carefully, gently, reverently. When I finished, I tossed the cloth aside and crawled back into bed, wrapping myself around her.

She sighed and curled into me, her legs sliding between mine, one arm draping across my chest. Her head nestled just beneath my jaw. I kissed the top of her head, letting the rhythm of her breathing slow mine.

“Sleep, doll,” I whispered, tightening my hold. “You’re gonna need your rest…”

Because I already knew.

Tomorrow, I’m not holding back.