Chapter Twelve

STEPHEN

The morning sun cut through the slats of the blinds, spilling golden light across the bed and warming the sheets tangled around us. My doll was still wrapped around me, soft little murmurs escaping her lips as she slept—angelic, peaceful … fuck, how did I get this lucky?

Carefully, I slid out from under her so I wouldn’t wake her. I pulled on my boxers and grabbed my phone from the nightstand before slipping out onto the balcony. The soft clink of the sliding door behind me gave way to the sound of waves crashing in the distance, a perfect counter to the buzzing worry crawling through my chest.

I dialled Clint.

“Boss,” he answered after a single ring. “Didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. Thought you’d have your hands full.” That filthy laugh of his grated in the best way.

“Fuck off,” I muttered, cracking a half-smile despite myself. “Just checking in. Everything go smoothly?”

“Sound as a pound,” he said smugly.

“Really?” I rolled my eyes. “Mate, lay off the dad jokes until you’ve managed to put one in Mia.”

Clint let out an exaggerated groan. “Low blow, asshole.”

I chuckled, but got serious again. “I won’t be contactable today unless it’s an emergency, got it? I’m heading back to my girl.”

There was a pause. “So … you told her? All good?”

Silence.

I froze. My stomach twisted.

“Mate?” Clint asked again, more gently this time.

“I’m telling her today,” I finally said, my voice low. “I’m gonna do it.”

“You got this, bro. I’ve got your back.”

I thanked him and hung up, sliding the door open to re-enter the room. Trinity was still asleep, tangled in the sheets, the covers having slipped down just enough to reveal those perfect breasts. Goddamn. She looked like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from.

And then, as if on cue—

“Mmm … like what you see?” she murmured, that sexy, husky morning voice rolling over me like honey.

My cock twitched instantly. “Good morning, my doll.”

I crawled back into bed, stripping off my boxers as I moved under the sheet, pulling her beneath me. My mouth found her neck, nibbling along that sweet spot just below her jaw. Her hand reached between us, wrapping around my hard length.

“Mmm … someone’s happy to see me this morning,” she teased, biting her bottom lip.

A deep growl escaped me. “Every time you bite that lip, I want to take you.”

“Well,” she purred, grinding her hips upward, “no one’s stopping you.”

Our mouths collided, kissing deep and messy, tongues tangled in desperate need. But just as I was about to slide into her, Trinity shifted, slipping out from under me with a sly smile.

That was it.

I was done waiting.

I grabbed her ankles, yanked her to the edge of the bed, and dropped to my knees between her thighs.

Her pussy glistened, pink and swollen, framed by those coral-coloured lips that opened like a blossom. I groaned at the sight.

I leaned in, breathing her in—sweet, musky, earthy, heady. Her scent crashed into me like a drug. My eyes rolled back as the flood of pheromones hit me. Fuck, she smelled like home.

I dove in.

My tongue flicked and teased her folds while my lips suckled every inch of her perfect pussy. I licked, tasted, nibbled, kissed, and sucked again, greedy with every motion. This wasn’t about her pleasure—it was about mine. I needed her like a starving man.

When I wrapped my lips around her clit, flicking it lightly with my tongue, her back arched off the bed. I looked up to see her fingers tugging mercilessly at her nipples, her body flushed, her head tilted back in abandon.

“God, you’re perfect,” I groaned into her.

I speared my tongue deep into her, tasting her, feeling her tremble. She gasped. Her thighs tensed around my head, and I knew she was close.

Then I couldn’t help myself.

I reached up, slid a finger coated in her juices toward her ass, and slowly pushed it in.

“Oh, God!” she cried, her body convulsing as her climax hit like a wave crashing over us both.

Her muscles locked down. Her moans became cries. Her hips bucked against my mouth. I kept going until I’d tasted every drop of her release. My face was soaked—chin, cheeks, lips—but I didn’t care. She was everything.

When her eyes finally opened, her breath ragged, her body trembling, I saw something in her expression I didn’t expect. Not fear.

Command.

“On the bed. Now, Stephen.”

That voice—low, powerful, drenched in post-orgasm lust—made me harder than I’d ever been.

Fuck, she was sexy when she took control.

Her mouth parted at the exact moment I felt the warm, velvety tightness of her pussy engulf the head of my cock. My breath caught in my throat as she slowly lowered herself down. Her eyes fluttered shut, and the air escaped her lips in a single, breathy moan.

As I rolled my hips, pushing deeper into the slick heat of her, she dropped fully onto me, impaling herself with a shudder.

“Agh, Stephen!”

“Ride me, baby.”

And fuck—did she ever. She rolled her hips with delicious precision before bouncing up and down, taking every inch of me as she clawed at my chest like she was trying to hold on to sanity. Her tits bounced with each motion, and when she threw her head back, moaning so loud it made my blood thrum—I lost it.

I reached around, grabbed her ass hard, and delivered a brutal slap that echoed off the walls. The sight of my red handprint blooming across her cheek made me thrust up harder, pounding into her from below as she screamed out.

“Fuck me, Stephen!”

Her filthy mouth. The way she begged for it. God, this woman was everything.

With a growl, I gripped both ass cheeks and flipped her beneath me, planting her flat against the mattress. The second our skin met again, we became fire and friction—sweat slicked, breathless, animalistic. Her face buried in the crook of my neck, arms wrapped tightly around me as she grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper into her with every savage thrust.

The bed slammed against the wall, but I didn’t give a fuck if the whole resort heard us. Judging by her unrelenting cries and the way she was fucking me back just as hard, neither did she.

Her nails dragged down my back, biting into my skin, and I could feel her body trembling again.

“Aww Stephen, I can’t get enough of you!”

That broke me.

I let out a guttural roar, something primal and unhinged, and abruptly pulled out. Before she could even react, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her onto her knees in front of me. Still breathless, she tilted her chin up, eyes glassy with lust.

“Say it, doll,” I growled, still holding her hair in my grip. “I know you’re thinking about it. It’s written all over that pretty little face.”

She reached for me, fingers wrapping around my length with a sinful stroke. Her gaze flicked up—innocent and devastating all at once—as she bit her lip.

“Cum on me, Stephen.”

Fuck. That was all I needed.

I snarled as my hips jerked, aiming down toward her beautiful face. Thick ropes of cum exploded across her lips, her cheeks, dripping down to her tits. She never looked away. Her tongue flicked out to catch the last drops like she was savoring me, owning the moment.

Still panting, I watched her bring her fingers up, swiping through the mess I’d painted on her. Without hesitation, she slid them into her mouth, moaning deeply as she tasted me.

“Fuck … I think I just fell in love,” I groaned.

She smiled, soft and wicked all at once, and I scooped her up like the precious thing she was. Sitting on the edge of the bed with her in my lap, I grabbed a few tissues and gently cleaned her face, taking care to wipe away every last drop.

“Baby, I’m sorry if I got carried away,” I murmured, my thumb brushing her cheek. “You just … you bring out something in me. I can’t control myself with you. You drive me wild. I didn’t mean to hurt you, and if I did—”

She cut me off by stroking my face, her eyes locked onto mine, full of calm intensity.

“You didn’t hurt me,” she whispered. “I loved every minute. And I wanted so much more.”

Jesus. That sentence alone had my cock twitching back to life.

Without another word, I rolled back onto the bed, dragging her on top of me. Her laugh turned to a moan as we tangled again, our bodies colliding with renewed urgency.

We spent the entire afternoon in bed—napping, fucking, teasing, and touching. At one point, I ordered room service, just so I wouldn’t have to watch her put clothes back on.

Dinner arrived, and we ate in bed like animals in a den. She fed me bites off her fork, her legs tangled in mine, her hair a mess, her lips swollen from everything we’d done. I couldn’t stop touching her. And once the plates were pushed aside, I had her again.

By the time we fell asleep, wrapped up in each other once more, I was beyond spent.

And completely, unapologetically obsessed.