ANMELDENNANCY'S POVI met his eyes and whatever I'd been about to say dissolved completely.He was looking at me like that again.Like I was the only thing in the world worth looking at."I could look at you like this forever," he said quietly. Almost to himself. Almost like he hadn't meant to say it out loud.My heart did something complicated and painful in my chest.Forever.He'd said he couldn't love me. Couldn't give me forever. But the way he was looking at me right now—I didn't let myself finish that thought.Instead, I reached up and pushed his wet hair back from his forehead. The dark strands were sleek with water, making his features stand out in sharp relief.He looked younger like this. Less burdened."You should laugh more," I told him softly.Something flickered in his expression. "I don't laugh much.""I know. That's why you should do it more." I ran my thumb along his jaw. "You have a good laugh. It sounds like it comes from somewhere real."He turned his face slightly into m
NANCY'S POVAnother hard slap landed on my ass and I cried out again, the pleasure-pain twisting through me until I thought I might come a second time. The sting spread hot across my wet skin and shot straight between my legs like lightning. My pussy clenched tight around his thick cock, squeezing him hard, and I felt myself getting even wetter. The warm water mixed with everything leaking out of me, making everything slick and messy between us.The water kept splashing around us, warm and silky against my burning skin. All I could do was hold on and take it—take every deep thrust, every sharp spank, every filthy word he poured into my ear while I fell apart in his arms under the moonlight. My legs felt weak around his waist, but I didn’t want to let go. I never wanted to let go.“Fuck, baby,” Zade growled against my neck, his voice low and rough, lips brushing my damp skin. “You’re shaking so hard on my cock. You like when Daddy spanks this perfect ass, don’t you? Love feeling my han
NANCY'S POV“Fuck yes, scream for me,” he growled, voice strained and hungry. “Let Daddy hear how good this tight little cunt feels taking every inch. You’re squeezing me so fucking hard, baby—milking my cock like you’re trying to pull my cum out already. That’s it… just like that. Take it. Take Daddy’s dick deep.”I was shaking, thighs trembling around his waist, my breasts bouncing heavily against his chest with every brutal slam. The pleasure was almost too much—sharp, overwhelming, building so fast I felt dizzy. On pure instinct I leaned in and sank my teeth into the thick muscle of his shoulder, biting down hard enough to taste salt and skin.Zade’s whole body jerked. A guttural groan tore out of him and his cock twitched violently inside me, swelling even thicker, pulsing against my walls like it had a heartbeat of its own.“Shit—Nancy,” he hissed, the pain clearly flipping something dark and hungry inside him. “Bite me again, baby. Harder. Fuck, I love when you mark me up. You
NANCY'S POVHe groaned, low and broken, and I felt his control fraying right there against my skin, his fingers flexing hard on my waist like he was one heartbeat away from giving in completely. The warm water swirled around us, gentle currents teasing between our bodies, and for the first time all night I felt like we weren’t just swimming—we were drowning in each other, slow and inevitable and so damn good it made my chest ache.His hands slid from my waist down to my ass in one possessive sweep, big palms cupping and squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to make me squeal—a sharp, surprised little sound that echoed softly over the still water.“Fuck, Nancy,” he rasped, voice dark and rough with hunger, kneading my ass like he couldn’t get enough. “You have the most perfect ass. So round and soft and made for my hands. I could spend all night just gripping this while I fuck you senseless.”I laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as he lifted me effortlessly into his arm
NANCY'S POVI turned around in the waist-deep water to look at him, the gentle waves lapping at my hips, my breasts just above the surface.He was standing at the water’s edge, still fully dressed, his eyes moving over me slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch. Even in the moonlight I could see the tension in his body—the clenched jaw, the way his hands weren’t quite fists at his sides but wanted to be, the visible strain in his shoulders.He was fighting with himself. Wanting to come in. Making himself stand there like the controlled, disciplined man he was.I let my fingers trail across the water’s surface slowly, deliberately, watching the moonlight dance over my skin. Watched his eyes track the movement like it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.“Come in,” I said softly, almost a whisper.“Nancy—”“Zade.” I held his gaze, letting everything I felt bleed into that one word. “Please.”One word. And I put everything into it—the warmth, the want, the memory of h
NANCY'S POVAfter dinner that evening, as the last of the daylight bled from the sky and the first stars began appearing overhead like tiny silver pinpricks in velvet, Zade suggested a walk.Not our usual walk. Not the familiar stretch of beach we’d been treading for weeks, the same path worn comfortable by routine and those tentative, careful conversations that always felt like we were dancing around the edges of something bigger.“There’s more of the island you haven’t seen,” he said, his eyes holding mine across the dinner table, that low, quiet certainty in his voice that wasn’t quite a command but wasn’t quite a suggestion either. It wrapped around me like the memory of his hands last night—sure, possessive, impossible to ignore.The way he’d spoken to me then. The way he’d told me exactly what he was going to do—every filthy promise—and then done every single thing, slow and thorough and relentless, until I was shaking and begging and completely undone.I pushed back from the ta

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