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Farron

D ayton’s hand looks so large as he runs it over the necklace. A strange feeling swells in my ribs. He’s wearing something I made.

He takes in a long breath, then grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me against him.

Sunbaked warmth spreads through me as our skin touches.

It’s like during this last year, Day has unlocked something inside me.

How could I never have realized how good this feels?

There’s a whole side of life I haven’t known. Or more so, he taught me how to live.

And it’s not just the sex, which is, admittedly, my new favorite hobby, even beating out my old favorite: cross-stitching. But Dayton has shown me that doing scary things isn’t always the worst.

Especially if he’s beside me.

Plus, he’s grown fonder of the library, even if it is only to find the most secluded corners of it.

“Day.” I breathe his name like it’s oxygen, because to me it is.

He pushes me down to the soft sand, our bodies tangled. I hook my leg over his hip and feel his hard length press against me.

“I don’t know if we have time,” I gasp. “The tide.”

Already, the foamy water laps at our feet. Soon, there will hardly be any sand on this little isle at all.

“It can wait,” Dayton growls, shoving his tongue in my mouth before pulling away, tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth.

“You can’t control the ocean, Day.”

“For you, I can.”

Something flashes in those blue eyes, wilder than a storm, deeper than the ocean’s depths. And I know I’ll never make it to shore again.

His gaze narrows, like he wants to ask what I’m thinking, but he must already know.

I’m in love with you, Daytonales, Prince of Summer. All the stars and the sun and the moon could vanish from the sky, and you would be all the light I’ll ever need.

His lips part. He brushes his knuckles along my cheeks.

Did you hear me? Please, hear me.

“Your freckles look so cute in the sun,” he murmurs and captures my lips. Slowly, carefully, like it’s our first kiss.

“Make love to me, Day.”

He kisses the column of my throat, biting and sucking. The intensity of our movements grows. Dayton’s hands are everywhere, sliding over my skin.

Each kiss, each touch, ignites a fire within me.

My fingers roam over his back, feeling the taut muscles.

My world narrows to a wavering haze of salt and sun and him.

The sound of the waves crashing around us barely breaks through my desire.

His lips trail down my bare chest, tongue dipping into every indent of my stomach, before his fingers work on the knot of my clothing.

My cock twitches, and my breaths come in quick, heated gasps. I clutch the sand beside me, wet from the tide.

With nimble fingers, Day unwraps the fabric around my waist and throws it to the side. He sits up, and my entire body burns under his gaze.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he says.

A wave washes over, completely soaking us, before receding. Dayton laughs and leans closer. The water is warm, but not as warm as his mouth as he wraps around my length and sucks.

This, he doesn’t do slowly, taking me so far in his throat, I feel the muscles clench around my cock.

“Oh fuck, Day,” I cry out, before another wave soaks us.

Smooth, wet sand slides beneath my heel as I arch my spine. His pace increases, his other hand tugging on my balls, sending a shiver through me.

Blinking up at the sun, all I can feel is his touch, taking me close to the edge.

“I’m going to come.” I tangle my sandy fingers in his hair, then force his head down, needing him deeper. “I’m going to come in your mouth.”

The low growl reverberating in the back of his throat is all the answer I need to buck my hips in a frantic motion as I fuck his mouth. His whole fist closes around my balls, and his tongue presses hard against my cock, lips suctioning in a truly mind-rattling feeling. I stiffen and then explode.

Day groans, the muscles in his neck bobbing as he swallows my pleasure. His eyes roll back. He releases me, pink lips shining, and crawls on top of me.

Dayton’s fingers entwine in my hair, drawing me closer as he kisses me, and I taste myself and the salt of the sea.

He breaks the kiss for a moment, his eyes meeting mine, dark with desire. “Farron,” he whispers.

I cup his face in my hands, pulling him down for another searing kiss. Our tongues dance, the taste of him making me dizzy with want. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, a wild rhythm that mirrors my own.

Another wave douses us. His golden hair sticks to his jaw, pearls of water glistening over his body.

“How are you still dressed?” I reach between us to unknot his wrap.

The white fabric falls away and gets carried out with the next pull of the tide. We exchange a bone-deep laugh.

“A problem for later.” Dayton smirks, pumping his arousal in an incredible display. His hand is huge, and yet his cock is still massive within it.

I lick my lips. “You’d always be naked if I had my way.”

“That could be arranged, Little Leaf, but then you’d be aware of how hard my cock is every time you’re in my presence.”

“Every time?”

He gives me a dangerous look then fists both our cocks together. I grow hard again. With his other hand, he circles my entrance, preparing me.

“You have no idea. I watch you doing mundane, but unfortunately public tasks, and imagine bending you over and taking you—hard.”

Drops of precum pearl on my tip.

“Fuck me, and hurry.” The tide falls away less and less, water pooling in the soft sand around us.

“Anything you want.”

He lifts my hips and sinks into me in one smooth, spellbinding motion. Another roaring wave splashes over me, completely drowning out my cry of pleasure.

Dayton throws his head back, golden hair sparkling in the fading sun’s light. “I’ll never get tired of this, fucking never.”

He moves, powerful hips driving deep, the curve of his cock hitting every glorious nerve. “You better not, Day.”

His grin is lopsided, roguish, and all fucking mine. He leans down, sliding even deeper, and captures my mouth.

As the waves wash over us, it becomes harder to breathe, the salty water mingling with our gasps and moans. But I don’t care. All that matters is this moment. I feel him everywhere, his touch, his taste, his very soul merging with mine.

The water is up to my shoulders, and when I throw my head back, it’s entirely underwater. “Day, the tide,” I sputter as I sit up.

He pants. “Too fucking bad I’m not done with you yet. Good thing I can hold my breath a long time.”

The Summer Prince spins us so I’m on top, hands pressing into his chest as the waves submerge him. As the tide swirls around us, I continue with movements as frantic as the ocean. The pressure of the water, Dayton below me, the heat and the cold, all blend into a single, overpowering sensation.

He rises out of the ocean and kisses me. My legs wrap around his waist, the waves swirling around us.

“This has been the best summer of my life,” I gasp.

He clutches my face. “Farron, I?—”

A wave crashes over us then, so loud it drowns out everything else. When it falls away, his lips are over mine and the words lost with it. But I imagine he said , I love you.

And I kiss him back like he did. Move my body with his like he told me those words.

Dayton’s hands roam my body, finding every sensitive spot and setting it alight with his touch. I arch into him, moving in sync with the rhythm of the waves. His lips find mine again, the kiss deep and all-consuming, and I lose myself.

His hips move slowly, drawing out our pleasure, his other hand stroking me beneath the waves. The water rises higher, soaking us through, but we’re oblivious to everything except each other. Dayton’s every touch, every kiss, drives me closer to the edge until I’m teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

“Ready, baby?” he whispers in my ear.

Whimpering, I nod, burying my face into his shoulder.

His skillful hips buck once, twice, until he reaches that sensitive spot deep within me.

I come undone. His hand closes around my cock as I spasm into another wave of pleasure.

His groan is loud and long as he releases deep inside me.

The intensity of it leaves me breathless, clinging to Dayton as the world spins.

Teeth nipping my ear, he growls in broken, shattered words. “Gods, you feel so good. You make me feel so good. I fucking love coming inside you, baby.”

Tears flow down my cheek, and I kiss his neck tenderly as we stay locked together.

Dayton’s lips find mine once more. I surrender, letting the waves of desire and the tide carry us both away.

I love you, Day. I love you so much. I’d do anything in this world for you.