Page 7 of Surrender Your Heart (Surrender #2)

The villa was a dream and not in the cliché way.

I mean legendary.

No pun intended. Every corner of it felt designed for escape, indulgence, and intimacy. Clean as hell, neutral tones, dark woods, and golden accents. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the endless blue of the ocean, and the high ceilings made everything feel like air like you could breathe out all your stress and inhale peace.

And then there was Legend, walking through it like he built the place with his bare hands.

The man was sex in motion.

Period. His voice. His walk. That fucking scent on him—something dark and woodsy, laced with expensive cologne and masculine restraint. It was insane how fast my body remembered his touch, how fast it wanted it.

“There’s water and champagne in the fridge,”

he said casually, glancing around the bedroom that looked like it was plucked from a life of luxury magazine.

“Dinner’s in a few.”

He looked back at me.

“Unpack.

Shower.

Get comfortable. Meet me on the patio when you’re ready.” And with that, he was gone.

Twenty minutes later, I was clean, moisturized, and slipped into a fitted cream two-piece linen set—loose button-up shirt tied just under my breasts, matching drawstring shorts that hugged my hips just right.

No bra.

No panties. I let the island air hit every inch of skin I had. He wanted comfortable? I gave him casual slutty with intention.

When I stepped outside onto the patio, the heat grazed me, and the sky was already leaning into dusk, gold fading into burnt orange.

The ocean looked unreal, like melted sapphire.

A Bluetooth speaker sat on the low stone ledge, vibing out to old-school D’Angelo. Low. Sexy. Unapologetic.

Legend was lying back on the daybed, shirtless, legs spread, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, tattooed chest and muscles on full display.

A blunt burned slowly between his fingers as he held a glass of dark liquor in the other.

He looked like a problem, and he saw me before I said a word.

“Took you long enough,”

he said, voice calm but laced with something else.

“You said get comfortable,”

I replied, easing down onto the cushioned seat beside him.

“Did exactly that.”

His eyes dropped to my thighs, paused at the open part of my shirt.

“That you did.”

He passed me the blunt without breaking eye contact.

I took it, inhaled slowly and exhaled like I was showing off.

The smoke curled around us as I handed it back.

He flicked his wrist, knocking the ash into the tray beside him, then looked at me again—real slow, real intense.

“You’ve changed.”

I lifted a brow.

“Oh yeah?”

“You carry yourself differently,”

he said, leaning into his drink.

“More confident, knowing.

Definitely more sure of yourself.”

I smirked.

“You like that?”

His gaze held me, heavy.

“I love that shit.”

I felt that in my chest, my thighs, and my throat.

Legend reached over and poured me a drink, the clink of the bottle low and slow.

We sipped, smoked, and said nothing for a while. We let the music talk and energy settle between us. My foot grazed his calf, and his palm slid up my thigh, fingers thick and slow. And just like that, the air changed.

He shifted closer, his body bigger than mine, swallowing my whole damn space.

His leg brushed mine again.

His palm was still on my thigh. Still sliding higher.

“C’mere.”

The way he said it—low, deliberate—my breath hitched.

I moved slowly, letting my thighs brush against his leg as I stood and stepped in front of him.

The sunset cast a warm orange over everything, but the heat between us had nothing to do with the weather.

Legend’s hands slid up my thighs, slow as hell, gripping the flesh like he was taking inventory.

Then he leaned forward and kissed my stomach softly at first… then again, wetter.

His lips dragged lower.

“You really came out here for a nigga?”

he muttered, hands sliding up the back of my thighs to grip my ass.

“You… you really… sent for me,”

I could barely speak.

My chest rose and fell too fast.

“Look at me,”

he said.

I did, and his eyes were heavy.

“You don’t even know what you do to me, .”

Then he yanked me into his lap, both hands gripping my ass like he needed it.

I gasped, my hips landing right on the thick bulge in his linen pants.

“Oh my god…”

“Mmhmm,”

he growled, voice deep in my ear.

"You know what’s up.”

And just like that, my back was on the patio cushions, shirt wide open, shorts off, legs parted, the ocean behind us.

Legend sank to his knees between my thighs right there.

Outside. With the breeze brushing over my skin and the R&B still playing low. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he kissed my inner thighs, each kiss wetter than the last.

“You've been on my mind every night since the moment you left.”

Then he licked up my slit—slow, wide, filthy.

I nearly levitated.

“Oh, shit…”

I moaned, trying to grab the edge of the cushion.

He held my hips down with both hands and did it again.

Then again.

“Pussy taste even better than I remembered,”

he muttered against me, before spitting and sucking my clit like he had a damn vendetta. “Fuck.”

I swear to God, I forgot what day it was.

He tongue-fucked me like he was trying to rearrange my soul.

Groaning into my pussy like it owed him money.

Beard soaked. Fingers pressing into my thighs to keep me still as he sucked the life out of me.

“I can’t… I’m gonna…”

“I’ll give you a pass this time,”

he groaned in between devouring me.

“But you don’t cum unless I tell you to.”

I couldn’t help it.

I fucking broke.

Loud. Shameless. Legs twitching. One hand over my mouth while the other held the back of his head. And even after I came, he didn’t stop. Legend buried his face deeper. Sloppier. Slurping sounds loud as hell on that open patio, licking every drop of me like it was his final meal.

“L-Legend… I can’t take it, I swear…”

“Yeah, you can,”

he said, his voice full of hunger.

I don’t know how long he stayed there after I came a second and third time, locked between my thighs with my legs thrown over his shoulders.

By the time he finally looked up, his salt and pepper beard was drenched, lips glistening, and me… well, I was lying in a fucking puddle.

Completely fucking breathless.

My damn soul was hovering above me like it needed a breather, too.

And this man just sat down, licking his lips, and then used a cloth to wipe his beard.

The smirk on his face was evident as he sparked the blunt and took a big pull.

“I tried to wait until after dinner,”

he murmured, low and smug.

“But as you can tell, you’ve been missed, sweetheart.”

I tried to speak, but my voice was stuck somewhere in my throat, tangled up with the moans I hadn’t fully recovered from.

All I could do was blink up at him, dazed and lightheaded, still catching my breath.

That’s when his phone buzzed.

He reached into his pocket, eyes never leaving mine, and answered with that deep, smooth, power-laced tone that made my skin tighten up all over again. “Yeah.”

A pause.

“Nah, she just got here.”

Another pause.

His tongue flicked across his bottom lip like he was still tasting me before he hit the blunt once more.

“We’ll be there shortly.”

I blinked hard and sat up, the motion slow and shaky.

My thighs clenched on instinct, still throbbing from what he just did to me.

He ended the call and slid his phone back in his pocket without missing a beat. I opened my mouth to ask, but before I could get a single syllable out, he spoke, cutting right through the thick air like he knew what I was thinking.

“This weekend…”

He stood and offered his hand to pull me forward.

His palm was warm and commanding, just like his stare.

“It’s gon' be a lil' different.”

My brows lifted.

“Different how?”

But he didn’t answer.

Just smirked, leaned in, and kissed me.

Soft at first, then deeper. My breath caught all over again. My thighs clenched. That low hum of tension rolled right back through me and took up residence in my damn chest.

When he pulled back, his eyes held that same heat, but there was something else there now, too.

Almost… possessive.

“I’m gon’ introduce you to my world,”

he said, his voice pure velvet with danger stitched in the seams.

“So come on, beautiful.

Let’s get ready.”

And as he led me back into the villa, calm and composed like he didn’t just flip my whole body inside out already, my mind wandered.

What the hell does his world look like? And why did I want to surrender to every piece of it?