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LAUNA

A dream.

I was living an absolute dream.

I’d totally screwed up my explanation to Kyle about why I wanted to mate with him, but by some miracle, he didn’t hate me.

He called me beautiful.

He wanted me.

And he kissed me.

I’d read hundreds of steamy books, hoping I’d eventually have some kind of hot moment of my own, and there I was.

Making out with an insanely gorgeous fae on a boat, in the middle of the ocean.

Watching him touch my breasts like he wanted to worship them.

Feeling his erection against my center.

It was incredible .

And I needed more. So much more.

The door shut behind us, and he locked it.

I didn’t turn my head to check out our closet.

I didn’t care about the closet.

I just wanted him to keep touching me.

Hell, I just needed him to keep touching me.

Kyle took a few more steps, and I frowned when my back didn’t meet a wall.

Instead, he sat down on the edge of a mattress.

Ohhh .

I’d asked for a closet, and he’d found us a room.

Perfect.

He was perfect.

His hands returned to my breasts, and I sucked in a breath at the sensation. He dragged his thumbs over my nipples, and it felt electric despite the fabric between us.

“Where were we, Beautiful?” he murmured the words, and I arched a little against his erection, trying to put him where I needed him.

“You were going to take my top off,” I breathed.

“We could have fun with it on, if you’d rather.” He teased my nipples again.

“No, take it off.”

Reaching behind me, he found the bow. His mouth met mine again, and he made love to my tongue as he slowly untied the double knot holding it in place.

When it came undone, he let go of my mouth and leaned back just far enough to pull the fabric over my head.

Worry tensed in my abdomen for a moment, but the desire in his eyes was so thick, it faded immediately.

“The world’s most perfect breasts,” he said, taking them in his hands.

I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped me with his touch.

He rumbled. “You like the way it feels when I touch you here?”

“So much.” The words were nearly a moan. “Don’t stop.”

“What if I can make it even better?”

“ Please .”

He chuckled, and released my breasts. Before I could miss the contact, he rolled me to my back and positioned himself over the top of me.

My entire body flooded with heat.

I wanted him to rock against me, to show me how much he wanted me, but he leaned on his side instead.

When his fingers hooked in the waistband of my shorts, I couldn’t look away.

“These need to go,” he said, watching my face.

“They do,” I breathed.

His lips curved wickedly, and I lifted my hips as he pulled them down my thighs, just a few inches. “Damn, you’re soaked for me.”

“Kyle.” My voice was a plea.

“Don’t beg me, Beautiful. Tell me. I’m yours.”

My entire body shivered at the intensity in his voice. “Touch me.”

His smile widened. “Here?” He dragged his fingers lightly up the inside of my thigh, inches from where I wanted him. He hadn’t pulled my shorts and bottoms down all of the way, so my legs were trapped a bit, but it made the moment feel more intense somehow.

I grabbed his hand, lifted it to my core, and set his fingers where I wanted them. Then, I grabbed his arm. I wasn’t sure whether I was holding it in place, or holding on to it like an anchor.

His eyes grew molten, and he slowly dragged a finger through the slickness of my folds. The satisfaction in his eyes when my hips jerked told me he knew he’d done it right.

I loved that.

The confidence.

The pride.

It was the sexiest thing on the planet. And something I could use a lot more of in my life.

“I’m supposed to be kissing you,” he murmured, lowering his lips to one of my breasts. When he sucked my nipple between his lips, I cried out in pleasure.

My hips jerked as he stroked my clit slowly.

We’d only just started, but I was close to the edge. Ridiculously close.

He kept touching me and kissing me, and I just couldn’t take it.

I gripped his arm desperately as I cried out with pleasure, my hips rocking through my orgasm.

The way Kyle kept stroking me told me he wasn’t done.

“Have you ever climaxed for someone, Beautiful?” he asked me, his lips barely above my breast.

I shook my head, breathing too quickly to speak.

“Good. This perfect little body was made for me, and no one else.” He sucked my nipple again, harder.

“I want you to fuck me,” I panted. “Before we go to the island. I don’t know why. I just?—”

“You don’t need a reason to want me.” He tapped my clit lightly, and I gasped again. “I’m yours, remember?”

I nodded.

“But if I have you,” he said, eyes gleaming, “I’m not going to settle for having you once. You’ll have to be okay with coming back to this room every time I want you while we’re on this boat.”

“Alright. But you have to come back here when I want you, too.”

The words earned me another wicked grin that made my toes curl. “That’s my girl.”

He sucked on my nipple one last time, then took the other one between his lips and worked it hard. My hips rocked as he played with them, his fingers still teasing my clit and making me hotter.

“You said you were going to fuck me,” I managed, as he brought me closer to the edge.

“After I’ve made this the best first kiss possible, I will.”

“That already happened.”

He chuckled, his chest vibrating against my abdomen. “Beautiful, I haven’t even kissed your clit yet.”

I sucked in a breath.

He kissed his way down my abdomen, and finally tugged my shorts the rest of the way off as his knees hit the ground. His hot gaze was on my center as I struggled to keep breathing, my climax so close I could almost taste it.

“I don’t want you losing it until my tongue’s inside you, Launa.” He lifted his gaze to mine. “Understand?”

“Why?”

“I want to taste your pleasure.”

He dragged his tongue slowly over my clit.

My entire body arched off the bed, and I cried out loudly.

Kyle pulled away before my pleasure peaked, and my eyes stung at the sharp intensity.

“Put your tongue in me, now,” I commanded, though it came out more like another plea.

He didn’t call me on it—instead, he slid his thick tongue inside me.

The tip of it hit some sensitive part inside me, and his thumb teased my clit.

I detonated like a bomb.

My cries filled the air, my hips jerking violently.

Kyle growled against me, vibrating roughly as my pleasure coated his tongue. He licked me clean as I came down from the high, and dragged the stubble of his chin down my inner thigh as he released my core.

“You’re so fucking delicious.” His voice was still low, and rumbly.

“Where are you going?” I asked, noticing he’d started retreating.

“Giving you time to recover. We’ll come back for more after I feed you.” He dragged his whole hand over my slick core, as if he couldn’t help himself.

“No.” I lifted myself up on my forearms, though I was still recovering from that last orgasm. “Take your pants off.”

His eyes narrowed at me. “I haven’t stretched you with my fingers. Or?—”

“I don’t care, Kyle.”

“You’re a virgin, Beautiful. At least?—”

“You said you were mine.”

He rumbled again. “I am.”

“Prove it.”

He growled, but a heartbeat later, he was stripping out of his pants. The Survival episodes had blurred his cock when he was walking around naked in the first season, so I hadn’t seen it before, but damn.

Hot freaking damn.

I’d seen some pretty intense fanart before, but nothing prepared me for the thick, heavy cock on the man I’d chosen.

Maybe he had a point about the stretching thing.

But, I wasn’t going back now. Not that I even wanted to. Vaginas were meant to stretch.

He stepped up to me, and I sat up, reaching for his length. He rumbled when I wrapped my fingers around him, and it was a completely different kind of rumble than the last one.

He wasn’t angry.

He was turned on.

“I’m supposed to be able to fit this in my mouth,” I said, leaning forward to wrap my lips around the tip of him.

He throbbed hard against my mouth, and my lips stretched in a smile.

“Beautiful,” he warned, as I sucked lightly. “You’ll be choking on my pleasure in about three seconds if you keep that up. I’ve spent a long-ass time on this island, and masturbating is damn near impossible.”

I released his cock long enough to look up at him. “You haven’t had an orgasm in five months?”

“Give or take a few days.”

“I want to choke on your pleasure, then.”

He swore viciously as I took him in my mouth again, sucking lightly. When I dragged my tongue up against the underside of him, he snarled, buried his fingers in my hair, and lost it.

The taste of him flooded my senses, and I swallowed his release without choking at all.

My thighs were absolutely soaked with my desire, though.

Kyle pulled himself from my mouth a moment before he rolled us onto the bed, setting me on top of him. His cock was between my thighs, still throbbing with the aftershocks of his climax.

“You can be on top,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“Not for your first time. You control how far you take me, and stop the moment you need to,” he growled back.

I lifted my hips, and he lined his tip up against my channel.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked.

“No. If it could take us a century to get pregnant, I’m not preventing it. Not ever. I want a kid eventually,” I whispered.

His eyes heated more. “You’re perfect for me.”

“I know. I picked you, remember?” I lowered myself over him, my eyes widening at the intense stretch of him pushing into me. “You’re huge.”

His fingers tightened on my ass. “I don’t want you in pain. Let me—” His savage groan interrupted him, as I pushed myself down further, taking him halfway inside me. The tip of him hit what I thought had to be my hymen, and it ached a little. “You’re tight, Beautiful. So tight. Just let me?—”

I sank down over him again, harder.

He snarled another curse. “ Launa .”

It was painful for a moment—blindingly painful—but the moment ended quickly.

And when it was over, it was replaced with pleasure.

Insane pleasure.

I didn’t have words to describe the way he felt inside me. Huge. Hard. Thick. Perfect.

None of them were accurate.

“How do you feel?” His words were a demand more than a question.

“Hot,” I managed, rocking my hips just a little.

The motion was so much.

Too much.

The pleasure hit me hard—harder than I ever expected—and I screamed as I came.

Kyle roared with me, moving his hips until he hit the back of my channel. The heat of his release flooded me, melding with my own.

Our eyes were locked as we came down from the high together.

His fingers were still buried in my ass, but I didn’t care. Not even a little.

“I’m never letting you go,” he said.

I think it was supposed to be a warning, but it made me smile. “Neither am I.”