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And for Logan Creams, that was the closest thing to surrender he’d ever given.

Chapter 27

Aftermath of the Flight

Island.Midnight. Stars sharp above. The air is thick with salt, heat, and sex waiting to happen. The villa doors slammed shut behind us.

I didn’t wait.

One arm around her waist, the other in her hair, her heels clicking against tile as I shoved her against the wall, mouth crushing hers like oxygen.

“You’ve been driving me insane for five hours” I growled.

She grinned, breathless. “You looked so calm, though.”

I pressed my thigh between hers, grinding. “That was survival mode, Maddison.”

“Are you in danger now?”

My hand slid under her hoodie, finding bare skin. No bra.

I swallowed hard. “You are.”

And then I dropped to my knees.

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She gasped, stumbling, hands catching my shoulders. “What are you…”

“Returning the favour.” My fingers hooked her leggings, dragging them down slowly.

“You got me high above the clouds, baby girl. Now I’m going to eat you until you forget your name.”

Her moan cracked the air.

I buried myself between her thighs like a man starved. No tease. No mercy. Just tongue and teeth and pure possession.

“Fuck, Lucas..”

That’s right. Say my name.

Her leg hitched over my shoulder. My grip locked, holding her to the wall as I devoured her, grinding her hips against my mouth, sucking her clit hard enough to make her cry out.

Her thighs trembled. Her hands yanked my hair. She begged, pleaded, tried to pull away. I growled into her heat and pinned her harder.

“Eyes on me, baby girl.”

She looked down, pupils blown, lips parted. “Y-you’re insane.”

I grinned. And fucked her with my tongue.

She broke. Screaming, shaking, eyes rolling back. Tears streaked her cheeks. I dragged her through every aftershock, past pleasure, into overstimulation until she collapsed against the wall, sobbing my name.

I kissed her thigh, voice dark. “Next time, I’ll tie you up and see how many times I can make you come before you pass out.”

Her wrecked smile lit the room. “Promise?”

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