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“Please let me come,” I beg, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. “I need it so bad.”

He groans, hips stuttering slightly before regaining control. “Soon. You’re so fucking beautiful like this—desperate and needy for me.”

The vibrator returns to my clit, sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing through me. His thrusts remain slow and maddening, but he angles his hips to hit the spot deep inside that makes my vision blur.

“That’s it,” he encourages as I writhe beneath him. “Take what I give you. Show me how much you need it.”

The combination of his words, the vibrator, and his cock stretching me so perfectly pushes me right to the edge of orgasm.But each time I get close, he pulls back just enough to deny me release.

“Zeke, please,” I sob, beyond coherent thought. “I can’t—it’s too much—”

“You can take it.” His free hand squeezes my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. “Just a little longer. This feels too fucking good to rush.”

Time loses meaning as he keeps me suspended in that space between pleasure and torture. My world narrows to the points where we’re connected—his cock buried deep, the vibrator buzzing against sensitive flesh, his mouth marking my skin.

Just when I think I might actually lose my mind, he increases the pressure of the vibrator and snaps his hips forward hard.

“Come for me,” he commands. “Now.”

The orgasm hits like a tidal wave, pleasure crashing over me in endless waves. My body locks up, inner walls clamping down on his cock as my release courses through me. It feels like it goes on forever, each pulse drawing another cry from my throat.

Through the haze of pleasure, I feel him lose his careful control. His thrusts turn sharp and erratic, chasing his own release. When he comes, it’s with a groan of my name, filling me with his warmth.

We stay joined for several moments, both trying to catch our breath. Eventually, he carefully withdraws and moves to undo the restraints. His touch is gentle as he massages feeling back into my wrists and ankles.

“You okay?” He presses soft kisses to the slightly reddened skin. “Not too much?”

I manage a weak laugh. “Perfect. Though I might need a minute before I can move.”

He gathers me close, arranging us so I’m draped across his chest. The sound of waves fills the comfortable silence as we both come down from the high.

“I love you,” he whispers into my hair. “So fucking much.”

I press a kiss over his heart, feeling it beat strong beneath my lips. “Love you too.”

We drift like that for a while, trading lazy kisses and gentle touches. The morning sun climbs higher, painting patterns across our tangled bodies through the gauzy curtains.

“Hungry?” he asks eventually. “We could order breakfast.”

My stomach grumbles on cue, making us both laugh. “Definitely hungry. But first,” I trail my hand down his abs, his muscles jumping under my touch, “I think I owe you for that amazing wake-up call.”

His cock twitches against my hip, already showing interest. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“Maybe I just want to taste you.” I nip at his jaw. “Make you lose control for once.”

A growl rumbles in his chest. “Careful what you wish for, Mrs. King.”

The title still sends a thrill through me, even after all these months. I push him onto his back, straddling his hips with newfound energy.

“Oh, I know exactly what I’m wishing for.”

His hands settle on my waist as I begin kissing my way down his chest. Whatever plans we had for breakfast will just have to wait.

After all, we have all day.

And I plan to make the most of every minute.

The peaceful sound of waves against our villa’s stilts fills the air as I trail open-mouthed kisses down Zeke’s chest. His skin is warm beneath my lips, muscles tensing wherever I touch.