Chapter 123 Chapter 123
I rested my head against his shoulder, letting the warmth of his body ground me. The plane hummed around us, and the world seemed far away and irrelevant. For the first time in years, I could breathe without the weight of terror pressing down.
Our destination was a secluded island, one Zaiel had discovered during a business trip years ago. It was private, luxurious, and everything I could have imagined without even knowing it existed. Infinity pool, beach, and a villa with glass walls that let the sunset flood in, and a balcony that hung over the turquoise waters like something out of a dream.
When we stepped into the villa, the scent of fresh flowers and candles hit me, almost dizzying in its sweetness. Every surface gleamed with polished wood or soft linens. The bed was massive, draped in layers of silk and satin. A balcony stretched across the width of the villa, opening onto the sand and the waves beyond.
Zaiel set our luggage down and pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. “Mine,” he whispered against my hair. “Every inch of you is mine now. Always has been. Always will be,” he said.
I laughed softly, a shaky, breathless sound. “You really never let me forget that, do you?”
“No,” he said simply, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. “I don’t intend to. And now… no one can take you from me. Not ever again.”
I let myself melt into him, letting the tension of the past months, the past years, wash away. His hands were steady, firm, and protective, and the way he held me made the world outside irrelevant. The danger, the threats, the stalkers, it all felt like a distant nightmare. Gone. Burned to ash.
The villa had a terrace that overlooked the ocean. Zaiel led me outside, barefoot, the sand warm beneath our feet even as the evening air cooled. The water stretched endlessly, catching the last light of the sun, and the horizon was smeared with fire and gold. I leaned against him, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close.
“Look at that,” I whispered. “It’s… perfect.”
“Not as perfect as you,” he murmured, tilting my head back to press a kiss to my temple. “But close.”
I laughed again, soft and full of relief. The sound of it surprised me. I hadn’t laughed like that in years. His presence had always been intoxicating, yes, but now it felt… safe. Like coming home. Like finally belonging.
The first night was quiet. We ate on the balcony, the waves lapping softly against the shore below. Glasses clinked, and he toasted me in that low, commanding voice I knew so well, and I found myself smiling without thinking, laughing without hesitation. The past, the terror, and the fights felt miles away.
Later, we sat there, shoulders brushing, watching the stars appear, one by one, like tiny diamonds scattered across the dark velvet sky. His hand rested against mine, his thumb brushing in lazy circles. I let my head fall against his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his chest beneath my ear.
“You’re going to be insufferable,” I said softly.
“Insufferable?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow, dark and teasing.
“Yes,” I said, smirking despite the warmth crawling through me. “You’re always… intense. Always… commanding. Always… terrifyingly perfect.”
He chuckled, low and rumbling. “And yet, you still love me.”
“I… don’t have a choice,” I admitted, voice barely a whisper, and he leaned down to press his lips to mine. Gentle at first, testing, teasing, and then deeper, stronger, a claim, a promise, a seal on the freedom we had fought for.
“I need you,” he whispered into my mouth.
We sat down on the couch, with me nestled between his legs, leaning back onto his chest. His hands run up and down my arms as I lean back into him, taking in the sights and sounds of no one but the waves, trees, and birds. One of his hands was in my hair; I tipped my head back and sighed contentedly.
"You have no idea how much I love your touch," I said as his hand slowly massaged my neck. He placed a soft kiss on the side of my neck, and I was lost in how sweet his touch was. There wasn’t anyone here, just us.
He leaned down and took my mouth, kissing me hard and deep. His hands slid down to my waist, pulling me closer to him.
His hand has slid up the outside of my breast, pulling the top of my dress down and exposing my breast to the cool night air. He took my nipple into his mouth as his tongue teased me, making me moan. His other hand covered my other breast, pinching it softly.
"Oh god," I moaned, throwing my head back and arching my back to push against his touch.
"I’ll never have enough of you, beauty," he said, then taking my nipple back into his mouth and licking it again. He was more gentle in his touch; there was no rush. His tongue moved across one nipple while twisting the other between his fingertips. I don't even notice that his other hand had traced down the side of my legs until I feel his fingers pushing against the front of my pussy through my panties, and that only made me moan in anticipation.
"Always ready," he murmured against my skin at the obvious heat between my legs.
"I need you, Kai," I groaned, parting my legs and feeling his fingers press even more against me.
The words were barely out of my mouth when he ripped my panties off and sank his fingers into me, making me gasp and moan at the same time as I pushed my pussy against his fingers.
"You're dripping. Fuck, I love feeling how wet you get for me, beauty," he said with a groan.
His finger dipped between my pussy lips, sliding up and down. I gasped and pushed myself on his hand, trying to get him to fuck me deeper.
He pulled his hand away and brought his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers. "So fucking sweet," he said with a groan. In one sudden move he was on top of me, taking my mouth, kissing me, his tongue invading my mouth. I could taste myself, which made me moan louder.
Suddenly, he shifted back, rocking back onto his knees and pulling me into a sitting position.
"Stand up, beauty," he said.
I stood up, and before I was even standing fully up, he grabbed the straps of my dress and pulled it down, making it fall to the ground. He pushed my feet apart and buried his face in my pussy, licking my slit up and down, making me groan out loud in pleasure.
I was standing naked on the balcony in the cool night air, with my husband between my legs lapping at my pussy. I pressed his head against me as I moaned, "Oh fuckkk, so good."