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Deliciously taunting. My little sun. My windflower.
I can’t take it any longer, my willpower faltering. She’s making me delirious. As silently as possible, I pop the button of my jeans and unzip. I lean back on the bed on one elbow and pull my dick out, the sight of Sunny getting dressed making me fucking sweat.
She sits, her back to me, her pussy still bare with just the stockings up her thighs and begins to twist her hair into a high ponytail.
She faces the vanity mirror and I watch with unwavering focus as she opens her legs wide, her pussy glistening and sofuckinginviting as she continues to ignore me. After her hair, it’s the makeup. The soft glide of her lipstick on her plump lips, a small spritz of perfume on her neck.
I pump into my fist as I continue to watch her tease me. I can’t even wrap my head around why this is so fucking hot but Sunny makes my blood heat, my balls tighten and I know I’m close.
I try to keep my demeanor relaxed—unbothered—as I watch her stand up and reach over to grab the yellow silk dress hanging in the closet. Slowly, with sensual languid movements, she slides it over her body and I let out a low groan.
My head falls back and I close my eyes, the pleasure building at the bottom of my spine. When my eyes pop back open, she’s by the side of the bed, bending down close to my ear.
Her voice is breathless as she whispers, “Come for me Byzantine.”
“Fuck,”I growl through clenched teeth, her voice spiralling through me as I come in my hand in hot spurts, her name on my lips, the orgasm so intense my vision blackens and I’m undone. Utterly destroyed. I look up at her in what can only be fucking shock. I nearly come all over again as I watch the deep satisfaction glow in her hazel eyes. She kisses my lips, hungry, needy. But pulls away, her mouth pouty and pleased.
“Ready?” she asks innocently.
Chapter 41
Sunny
It’sourthirddayin Midnight Cove and I never want to leave. Or more specifically, I don’t want to leave Byzantine’s side. He’s spoiling me and I let myself preen at the attention.
But really, it’s his presence I can’t get enough of. His grounding touches throughout the days we spend exploring, the look he gives me that feels strangely like adoration. Although, could I even tell what that would look like when it’s staring right in front of me? Have I ever experienced this before?
Even saying I’mdatingByzantine sounds ridiculous to me. As much as I’m trying to avoid all the right words to describe what I feel for Byzantine, this feels much more than just dating.
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s all in my head. Is it that what I seek in his actions is what I’m most desperate for? Someone who won’t hurt me. Someone who won’t abandon me. Someone who will love me unconditionally. I wince at the thought.Gross. Get a grip.
Deep down, I know it’s not love that scares me. It’s what it would mean to love and be loved. I would have to choose life. To truly commit to this place.
I always held the belief that I’d never reach my thirties. I’m turning twenty-eight this year. Maybe it’s time for me to let go of old beliefs when Byzantine seems so adamant to change my way of thinking.
I look over to him, his face relaxed as he watches the sun dip low on the horizon. We’ve been sitting on the hotel balcony for over an hour, the conversation waning and waxing into easy silence. These are the moments I collect inside of me like a treasure worth protecting. The easy moments. The moments where it feels like it’s just us—only us.
“It’s the anniversary of my sister's passing on Friday.” I pause, biting my lip nervously. “Did you know?”
“I did, yeah.”
I don’t bother asking how he knows, Byzantine has a tendency to just know these things. His stalker tendencies are still alive and well.
“Is that why you brought me here?”
That flash of guilt again, so quick I’m starting to believe I’m imagining it. But then his face relaxes and he smiles as he looks at me.
“One of the reasons.”
He reaches over and grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers together as they hang between our two chairs.
“What are the other reasons?”
“You’ll see.”
A flare of frustration spikes in my chest but I try not to let it take over. Why am I so surprised he’s evading my questions yet again? A kernel of doubt lodges itself in my mind and I wonder if any of this is real. Do I even know him? At the rate he opens up, it will take me years.
Meanwhile, he keeps digging, urging me to tell him things I’ve never told anyone else. For now, I choose to let it go and not ruin the moment. I go back to watching the sunset before speaking again.