Chapter 113 Chapter 113 I Love You
“Elle is tight—too damn tight!” Dimitri says, and the rest of the guys who’ve been inside me nod like idiots.
“Shut up, Dimitri!” I toss a handful of sand at him and end up hitting Sal and Arno too. “Sorry, guys!”
They’re already rolling over laughing.
Illia Jr. rounds up a few of them to play soccer, and soon most of the chaos shifts down the beach. Jax and Ivan stay behind, settling next to me. I roll onto my stomach, stretching out, soaking in the warmth of the last days of summer.
My sister and cousins are deep in wedding talk—hers and Gabby’s next. I try to tune them out, but then I hear Helena ask Sergey’s Elena about her pregnancy.
Of course she does. She doesn’t even like her—or Sergey.
“Elle, your boy is getting hit on!” Jax says, his voice laced with amusement. “Damn… he’s holding eye contact, not even looking down once. Impressive.”
I lift my head, following his gaze down the beach.
Dragon must’ve just come out of the water. A girl is standing way too close to him, talking nonstop. Even from here, I can see the irritation in his posture as he shifts away from her, trying to disengage.
“Must be that dick,” Jax laughs, and Ivan joins in. The girls all sit up to look.
I drop my head back down. “No, Jax. It happens all the time. Everywhere we go, someone hits on him.” I don’t give him a chance to twist it. “I’m not worried. He’s different from anyone I’ve been with. He gives me his full attention—his eyes never wander.”
Ivan scoffs beside me, shifting. “I did that.”
I sit up slowly, taking a sip of my now warm beer.
“Fucking lies. On your birthday, I walked out and caught you staring at Vladimira’s bare pussy by the pool. That’s when I knew we weren’t going to work.” I pause, the sting in my chest still present. "But then you said those other things..."
Silence flickers for half a second.
Dragon is only a few feet away now, and I can clearly see how done he is.
“Can you talk to her?” he says, dropping down beside me and grabbing a towel to cover himself. “Make her leave me alone? She only speaks French and she’s getting on my nerves. I swear I’m about to start wearing a wedding band.”
I stand, and walk over to the girl trailing him. My French is a little rusty, but it’s enough. She understands, apologizes quickly, and I redirect her toward Sal. He grins at me like I just handed him a gift. I turn back. Dragon is lying on his back, one arm behind his head, running his fingers through his wet blond hair. His blue eyes lock onto mine, dark and heated. I lick my lips without thinking.
The towel is barely covering him.
I move back over, climbing on top of him, the towel still between us. He watches me like he’s starving.
And then I feel it.
He’s getting hard.
“I know,” he breathes, almost a groan.
“Castle?” I murmur.
“Nah. I found some caves along the cliff,” he says, voice low. “They’re cool. You want to go look?”
I smile. “I always want to look.”
We use anything and everything as code.
“Let’s leave this circus behind,” he says, pushing to his feet and sliding back into his shorts.
He helps me with my bottoms, then my top—his hands brushing my breasts a few too many times.
“Dragon, stop,” I warn, laughing.
A deep chuckle rumbles out of him, the sound alone making heat coil low in my stomach. His hands slide down, settling on my ass.
I shake my head, smiling anyway. “We’re not going to make it there if you keep touching me like that.”
He just takes my hand and pulls me away.
Jax calls after us, but neither of us turns.
Our fingers lace together as we walk along the waterline, waves splashing over our feet. My bag hangs off my shoulder, towels tucked inside. The farther we go, the quieter it gets. Soon, the beach behind us disappears completely.
Just waves. Seagulls. Wind.
Peace.
We weave around massive rocks that twist into a natural maze, and then the caves come into view—three wide openings, water stretching deeper the farther in you go.
Dragon leads me into the second one. Water rises to our knees, then fades as we step onto damp sand and scattered pebbles. We turn again, deeper inside, where the cave splits into smaller openings.
“This way.”
We duck into a more secluded pocket, jagged stone walls closing around us. He pulls out his phone, flicking on the flashlight. I set the towels down on a flat patch of ground while he strips off his shorts.
We sit facing each other.
He pulls my legs over his, drawing me close until our bodies press together. His fingers slide between my folds, slow and deliberate, while his mouth trails along my neck.
Dragon always takes his time.
Always gives me everything.
His fingers move in and out, stretching me, working me open while his thumb presses and circles. My breath turns ragged, lips parting as soft moans spill out.
I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his length. My fingers don't meet, the size of him still unreal every time I touch him. The feel of him only makes everything worse—better.
He guides himself forward, easing inside me slowly.
Never rushing.
Never forcing.
Just stretching, inch by inch.
He’s not even fully inside me, and I’m already shaking.
“Oh, baby…” I moan, tipping over the edge, my body tightening around him as I come undone.
He smiles against my lips, catching my breath with his.
And then—
He drives into me.
Hard.
Deep.
Filling me completely, knocking the air from my lungs.
Every thrust is powerful, deliberate, pushing me further and further until I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but feel him.
He leans me back slightly, hands roaming over my chest, twisting my nipples between his fingers.
I’m right there again.
“So fucking perfect,” he groans, his hand sliding to my throat, holding me just enough. “Come with me again. I love how I fit inside you.”
The cave fills with the sounds of us—our bodies, our breath, everything echoing off the stone walls.
I feel him swell, feel the shift in him as he gets close.
I cup his face, forcing his eyes to meet mine.
We fall together.
His warmth floods through me as my body shatters again, wave after wave crashing over me.
He stills, breath heavy, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Volim te beskrajno,” he murmurs, voice rough.
I don’t speak Serbian. But I understand. The words hit me harder than anything else. We’ve been building to this—slowly, carefully—and I’ve loved every second of it.
Still… those words.
They’ve always meant disaster for me.
I hesitate.
Just for a second.
Then I take a shallow breath.
“I love you too.”