“I’d like to see it,” Chay says softly. She’s looking at her hands when she says it, and then she chances one quick glance up at Ozzy.
“Don’t tease me, girl,” he growls. “I’ll buy you a ticket right now.”
I’m leaning back against Miles’ chest, feeling warm as toast with his arms around me. As the sky darkens, the rhythm of his breath rocks me, and I become sleepy and peaceful.
“What are you thinking?” Miles murmurs in my ear.
“I’m thinking this is the best day of my life,” I say. “All the best days have been with you. They just keep getting better.”
“My mother told me that once,” Miles says quietly. “When you find your soulmate . . . every day is the best day.”
He tilts my head back so he can kiss me.
“I didn’t understand it then,” he says. “I’m starting to now.”
I reach my hand up to tangle my fingers in his thick, dark curls. The kiss deepens, and Chay says, “Ozzy, take me for a walk so I can sober up a bit before we head back.”
“Sure,” Ozzy says affably.
I know they’re leaving to give Miles and me a little privacy, and I appreciate it.
As soon as they’re out of sight, walking south along the cliffs, Miles starts to undress me. Now that the sun is almost down, a breeze blows in off the water. It feels cool and delicious, liquid against my bare skin. Miles strips me completely naked, then trails his fingers lightly over my flesh, tracing the profile of my nose, lips, and chin, then drawing the curves of my breasts, slowly circling inward until his fingertips stroke my nipples into hard, aching points.
He runs his hand lightly down my navel. His fingers caress me like the breeze, like I’m a maiden that fell asleep in a field and he’s the god of wind, come to ravage me.
“You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, Zoe,” he growls, his voice low and thick. “No sunset, no painting, no creation of god or man is more stunning than you.” He laughs. “Not even in Tasmania.”
I should be afraid—I’m naked as a jaybird, out in the open on the cliff-top, where anyone could see me. Students roam all over the island.
But I feel nothing but pure bliss. Miles is a drug—its effects are reckless abandon.
“Take me,” I beg him. “Right here, right now.”
I don’t have to ask twice. Miles puts his face between my thighs, pushing my knees apart with his hands to spread my pussy open the way he likes. He licks me everywhere, making sure I’m wet and throbbing and ready for him. He never tires of eating my pussy. He enjoys it even more than I do, if that’s possible—he wants it every single time.
I’ve never thought of this as a dominating act, but Miles never has more control over me than when he’s between my legs, orchestrating a symphony of sensation that blasts through every cell of my body, taking me over from head to toe. He owns me like this. I’ll give him anything in the world, as long as he doesn’t stop.
He makes me beg and cry. He makes me feel like I’m dying. And when I’m limp and shaking with pleasure, that’s when he mounts me and thrusts his cock inside of me. All I can do is cling to him with my arms around his neck as the sensation begins to build all over again.
I never knew sex could have so many personalities. Sometimes Miles orders me around, and the power play of his dominance and my submission is achingly erotic. Sometimes we fuck like animals, driven to claw and bite as we mate. And sometimes sex is like this: slow and sensual, sweeter than honey and warmer than a bath.
Our bodies melt together, our mouths locked, our tongues entwined. I can hardly tell where Miles ends and I begin. The waves washing against Moon Beach below are distant and soothing. The sky is fully dark now. The cocoon of that darkness makes me feel that Miles and I are alone in the world, two people that are really one person, one being.
“I love you,” I whisper. I don’t know if I said it out loud or only in my head.
“I love you,” Miles says, at the same time.
I’ve never felt connection like this, or pleasure like this.
I can’t give it up. Not for anything.
Miles fucks me deep and slow and hard. The head of his cock hits the furthest point inside of me, which should be uncomfortable, painful even. I’m so aroused that it isn’t painful, it’s deeply satisfying instead. In fact, I’m beginning to feel an intense pleasure at that hidden spot, nerves that have never been touched before stroked into firing. They blaze into life, a totally new sensation, and I start to orgasm in a way I haven’t before, in a spot I didn’t even know I could feel.
The orgasm pulses out in waves, clenching and squeezing around Miles’ cock. He starts to cum too. He can never hold back if I cum while he’s inside me.
Miles crushes me in his arms, he drives deep inside of me and holds his cock there while it twitches and pulses in response to my climax. I’m still cumming, one long, continuous orgasm that perpetuates just as long as his, maybe even longer.
We’re both panting and sweating in the cool breeze. I hate that I have to pull my clothes back on, because I’d much rather lay in his arms all night long.
I barely dress myself in time, before I hear Ozzy calling out, “Break it up, lovebirds, we gotta head back.”
I can hear Ozzy and Chay tramping through the high grass before I see them. Ozzy’s bright grin gleams on his face, and Chay’s hair looks tousled enough that I’m guessing their walk turned into something similar to what Miles and I were doing.
Ozzy starts packing up the picnic supplies while Miles shakes off the blanket.
“We should have brought a flashlight,” Chay says.
“The moon will be up in a minute,” Miles says. “We’ll make it back alright.”
Sure enough, the moon rises bright and full, a flat silver disk that drowns out the stars.
It’s bright enough that we don’t stumble as we head back through the vineyards.
I don’t think I’d stumble anyway—I feel like I’m floating, with my hand wrapped up in Miles’ and my feet barely touching the ground.
Nothing could ruin this moment.
Until we come out of the trees that border the vineyard and a horribly familiar voice says, “There you are. We thought we missed you.”
Four figures stand in the field south of Kingmakers: Wade Dyer, Dax Volker, Jasper Webb, and Rocco Prince. They form a barrier between us and the castle.
Miles’ fingers lock tight around mine as his body goes tense as stone. He casts a quick glance behind us. I know he’s contemplating telling me to run. But the only thing behind us is the cliffs, and the path down to Moon Beach, which is another dead end.
We got sloppy. Rocco hasn’t spoken to me in weeks. He lulled us into a false sense of security, which I’m sure was exactly his intention. He let Miles and I get wrapped up in each other, forgetting that Rocco even existed. While he never forgot about us at all.
“What do you want?” Miles says.
I know he’s afraid, because he can see the ugliness of our situation just as well as I can. But there’s no hint of fear in his voice. He sounds as strong and clear as ever.
“I want what I always wanted,” Rocco says softly. His pale face looks flat and waxy in the moonlight. “I want Zoe.”