Chapter 27

Marcella

It was like a literal paradise. Just like its name. It was a true tropical haven, characterized by its powdery white sandy beaches, crystal-clear turquoise waters, and lush, vibrant landscapes. Killian had arranged a whole secluded villa with a private beach just for us. After being caged at home and living in fear and terror, this was my heaven. The villa stood nestled among swaying palm trees, with the gentle sound of the waves providing a soothing background melody. When we arrived, Killian and I rushed inside before we could take anything in. I practically jumped his bones, but then again, what did he expect? He did deprive me of himself at home.

The villa was luxurious, with open spaces that let the warm breeze flow through. Large windows offered stunning views of the beach, and the decor was a perfect blend of modern comfort and island charm. Our private beach was pristine, untouched by the outside world, offering a sense of peace and isolation that was both rare and precious.

I was standing on the balcony as the morning sun started to rise, casting a golden hue over the landscape. We had arrived late, and the way we started off the trip left us tired, but I did not want to waste a single second of this trip sleeping. So I left a loud yet peacefully snoring Killian in bed and came to appreciate the beautiful view in front of me. The sky was painted with shades of pink and orange, and the first rays of sunlight danced on the surface of the turquoise water.

There was a lot waiting for us back home, a lot of hard decisions to make, but I did not want to think about this until we were out of this place. My life was suddenly so hard, yet it felt easy. I had never felt more supported and loved, even when I was with Mack. The worst betrayal was with Ana. I could get over the fact she fucked my fiancé, but she went and joined hands with the person who was hell-bent on killing me, just to spite my husband. It was a wound that cut deeper than I had ever imagined, and the pain was still fresh.

Standing on that balcony, I felt a mixture of emotions. The beauty of the place was almost overwhelming, a stark contrast to the turmoil I felt inside. The gentle breeze played with my hair, and the scent of saltwater filled the air. I watched as seabirds flew gracefully over the ocean, their calls adding to the symphony of nature that surrounded me. It was in these quiet moments that I found a semblance of peace, a momentary escape from the chaos of my thoughts.

I don't know how long I stood there admiring the view when I suddenly felt arms around my waist. I jumped out of my thoughts with a yelp, but when the soft lips of my husband touched my shoulder, I relaxed back into him. Killian's presence was comforting, his touch gentle and reassuring. He whispered in my ear, his voice husky from sleep, "Good morning, my love."

I turned to face him, his eyes still heavy with sleep but filled with warmth and love. "Morning," I whispered back, leaning into his embrace. We stood there together, watching the sun climb higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything. In that moment, it felt like nothing else mattered. The world outside could wait. Here, in our own little paradise, we had all the time in the world.

“You should've slept for some time.” He continued his assault and I made no move to stop him, instead tilted my head to give him or space.

“I don't want to waste a single second of this.” I sighed.

He turned me around to face him. His face was serious. “I promise you. This won't be for long. This trip is something we both needed but its not going to be the last time.” He placed a tender kiss on my lips and cupped my face. “This is just the beginning,” I smiled and kissed him back.

He suddenly lifted me and placed me carefully on the banister and lifted my dress off my body completely. I immediately wrapped myself around him. “Are you sure we are alone?”

He smirked back at me. “Do you think I would let anyone see you like this? This body is mine.” He moved his hands and cupped my breasts. “These tits are very much mine too.” He wrapped his mouth around my nipple and I could not stop the moan that left me.

His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel the heat rising between us. The world around us seemed to fade away as he continued to explore my body with his hands and mouth, each touch more intense than the last. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of him.

He then moved down on his knees and I gasped at his intentions. His devilish smile was the last thing I saw before he spread my knees wide open. My back arches wildly when his lips close over my clit. And just like that, my world is spinning again, but this time for a completely different reason.

My spine bows and my neck hurts from the force in which I throw my head back in a silent gasp. Killians arms hook around my thighs, his unyielding muscles forcing me to keep them open for him so he can lick and bite at my pussy with unrestricted access. At the first long swipe of his tongue through my slick center, I knew i was to savor each and every one of these stolen moments with him.

I can’t keep still when his tongue pushes inside of me. I twist and writhe, my body gliding easily against the thick railing. It’s as if I can’t decide if I’m trying to escape his relentless attack on my pussy or if I’m searching for a more delectable pressure. Maybe both.

The growl that comes from deep in his chest vibrates against my clit and has my eyes rolling back in my head. “Stay fucking still.” .

“I cant.” My response is immediate, like a knee-jerk reaction.

Without warning he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder and rushes us back to our room. All the while I couldn't stop myself from laughing. He throws me down the mattress and I immediately turn on my hands and knees to move away when his hand grips my ankle and pulls me towards him.

Once I’m close enough, he uses the weight of his larger frame to pin my legs beneath him. With nothing for my hands to grab, my struggling attempt to free myself is laughable at best. At least, it’s funny until the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering fills my ears.

Just like that, all the humor leaves my body, and in its place, I’m flooded by a wave of immense need. His big hands grip my hips and pull them back so my exposed ass is once again perfectly on display for him.

Killians hand smooths down my spine as he growls, “What? You think you can get away from me?”

His taunt sends another wave of strength in me through me, and just as I begin to battle his hold again, the head of his cock slicing inside of me in one harsh, unforgiving thrust has all the newfound fight leaving me in one choked breath.

The cry that comes from my lips echoes loudly above the sound of waves and birds chirping in this place. “Tell me. Do you think you can get away from me?” he snarls as a hand wraps around the messy strands of my long hair. My scalp pricks when he yanks my head violently back, and a hiss escapes through my clenched teeth. “Or you just wanted me to chase you mia belleza? For me to go balls deep in your greedy cunt.”

“I never want to get away from you.” I rasp out as much as I can from his punishing thrusts. Everything we have done has been gentle compared to what we are doing now. I have never seen this side of Killian and I hope he never hides this away from me again.

“And why is that?” One hand on my hip and the other twisted in my auburn hair, Killian pounds relentlessly into me.

“Because I’m yours” I shout as I take everything he gives me happily and ravenously, throwing my hips back to meet him when I need it harder. Rougher

His hand leaves my hair and becomes a necklace around my throat. The knowledge that he holds my life in his hands has my pussy fluttering, and the warm fuzzy feeling as my oxygen continues to be restricted adds to the storm building in my core.

“Give in to me, Marcella.” His words wash over me and with them come waves of heavenly bliss.