I run my hand over his chest and down his abs, loving the way his body immediately reacts to my touch. "I happen to like you uncivilized. Feral Liam is hot. And clearly he's a fan of mine, because he's left his mark all over me."
He drops his gaze to my neck and my breasts before making his way to my hips, and at each location he studies the blemishes coloring my skin. Some are pale pink shadows and some are deep purple, but there's no denying they're all bruises, and remembering how I got each one makes me want him jump him all over again.
"You're really okay with all of this?" He caresses the four small bruises on my hip, which match the shape of his fingers, and I see that same concerned look on his face as when he spanked me.
"I'm more than okay. I enjoy being marked by you."
He looks up at me. "The other day when I spanked you, I was terrified I'd pushed things too far. I felt bad for hurting you."
"That's why you freaked?"
"Yeah."
I stroke his cheek. "For the record, I've fantasized about you spanking me for ages, and let me tell you, the reality was soooo much hotter."
"Hmmm, tell me more about what you find hot."
I put my ice cream down, and climb over to straddle him. "I like it when you're rough. And when you order me around. And when you hold me down and take me exactly how you want." I graze my fingernails down his chest and smile when I feel him harden beneath me. "In fact, maybe we should take things further."
"What do you mean?"
"Explore this new dimension of our sex life. Would you like to maybe experiment with ... oh, I don't know ... ropes, perhaps? Handcuffs? Floggers?"
He pushes his pelvis up to rub against me. "Christ, Liss, just when I think I'm too exhausted to even think about having sex again, you find new ways to excite me. Fuck yes, to all of that. When?"
I raise myself up so I can reach between us and stroke him. With every firm pass of my hand, he moans and grips my hips.
"Well," I say, "while I was checking my emails this morning, I accidentally found out there's an interesting store on the mainland, and it happens to be in the same area where the Christmas festival is taking place. What a coincidence."
"Oh, you accidentally found that out?" he says, his breathing labored.
I position myself above him, still stroking him as I lean over to kiss his chest. "Uh huh. My fingers slipped on the keyboard and randomly typed sex shop into Google. It was so weird."
"That is weird. You know what else is weird? That you're not sliding down onto my cock this very second. That's very weird."
He tries to guide me onto him, but I keep myself just out of reach as I suck on his neck. "Surely you don't want to be inside me again. Aren't you bored with that by now?"
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls my head back so he can see my face. "Liss, trust me when I say that even if I lived a thousand lifetimes, I'd never get bored of being inside you." I squeal when he flips me onto my back, and then with a low growl in his chest, pushes deep inside me. I wrap my arms and legs around him to pull him even deeper.
"You're an incredible woman, Elissa Matilda Holt," he says, starting with slow, shallow thrusts that feel so good, I dig my fingernails into his back. "I can't believe you're mine."
I close my eyes as his thrusts get stronger. "God, Liam, I can't believe you think my middle name is ... Matilda. You're a terrible ... oh, yes ... fiancée."
He slides his hands into my hair and pulls my head to the side. "What is your middle name, then?"
"It's--" He circles his pelvis, and he hits something inside of me that makes me see stars. "Oh, God ... it's ... May."
He drops his mouth to my neck and nips and sucks where he's already marked me. "Noted, Elissa May. Now, do you want to keep talking, or...?"
"Nope. No talking. Just ... ohhh, fuck."
"You got it."
He puts one hand under my butt to give himself a better angle and proceeds to thrust with the focus and determination of a man on a mission to make his woman come as hard as possible. To my delight, he's not only successful, he's also not the least bit gentle.
NINE
Liam, Baby
As I stand on the dock and stare at what's in front of me, I'm at a loss for words. Liam has surprised me, yet again.
"You're kidding me, right?" I say.
He stands with his arms crossed over his chest, looking smug as hell. "Not kidding. Very much serious."
"This is the yacht you 'commandeered' to get here the night of the storm?"
"Yep."
"So, you didn't steal it as much as took possession of it."
"Well, if you want to split hairs, then, sure. I commissioned it months ago and was going to surprise you with a proper christening before her first voyage. But that plan went out the window when I had to use her to get to you. So, yeah. I picked her up early."
The 'her' he keeps referring to is the most gorgeous luxury yacht I've ever seen. When he said we were taking a boat to the mainland, I expected it to be one of those cheesy tourist charters with cup holders in the seats, not this glistening testament to having too much damn money.