Total pages in book: 208
Estimated words: 207002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1035(@200wpm)___ 828(@250wpm)___ 690(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1035(@200wpm)___ 828(@250wpm)___ 690(@300wpm)
When I pulled away, the tendons in his neck were stark as he fought to stay in control. “Your evil plan isn’t just working, Neri, you’ve corrupted me completely. Would I have willingly gone diving with you this morning otherwise?”
I palmed him, stroking slowly, relishing in the beauty that was my moon-given husband and basking in the sparkling, tingling connection between us. “You liked it. Don’t try to deny it.”
This morning had been insane. It was partly why my blood flowed with passion and my body wasn’t sated, even though Aslan had fucked me the moment we’d climbed out of the ocean an hour ago.
He’d been ruthless and unforgiving, taking me over the table where he’d sat for so many years, inputting all the data my mum and dad had gathered.
I honestly couldn’t believe he’d agreed to go with me when I suggested diving this morning. There weren’t many things we could do without risking his freedom or putting us both at risk. At least spending time on The Fluke—where the sea didn’t care he wasn’t papered and I was secure in my nautical skills—gave us somewhere to go that wasn’t our pool or garden.
For once, I’d willingly donned a tank and regulator to spend more time with him without having to return to the surface. We’d explored the seabed as I showed him the patches of seagrass and coral that my parents had been painstakingly replanting when Sapphire had come to say hi.
Her latest calf had darted and spun, showing off for us, swimming beneath my legs before nudging Aslan in the chest and blowing bubbles at her mother.
It’d been one of my favourite days, and I kept twisting my left hand under the water, staring at the diamond-encrusted wave ring Aslan had given me, fearing my heart would burst from overflowing.
So lucky.
I was so damn lucky.
Four glorious weeks since Christmas.
Four wonderful weeks of sun, sand, sea, and sex, and not necessarily in that order.
Just because my parents knew about us now, and the taboo factor was no longer an aphrodisiac, didn’t mean Aslan and I had gotten any better at keeping our hands off each other.
We might not share a bedroom, but bloody hell, we made sure to get our fix in other ways. We’d become absolute deviants the moment Mum and Dad had gone away for a week, heading to Fiji for a quick romantic getaway before returning to work.
Dad had sat us down, pointed at our faces, and barked, “No sex on the table, the couches, or any other areas where we eat or hang out. Got it?”
Aslan had groaned and turned bright red with embarrassment. Silly boy had delusions that my father was naïve to what we got up to.
We were engaged.
We’re engaged.
I would never get tired of saying that.
But just because I had a ring on my finger and my parents’ approval, didn’t mean they weren’t highly aware of the kinky-fuckery we got up to when they weren’t watching.
Mum had even pulled me aside and checked I was still diligently taking my pill, giving me a hug and saying, “Out of anyone you could’ve chosen, Neri, I’m glad you chose him. I know he’ll always keep you safe and love you with every piece of his heart, but...he’s still only twenty-two and you’re only seventeen. You do not want a surprise before you’ve figured out how to get legally married and have solid careers sorted.”
I agreed with her.
Just because I’d fallen for my soulmate when I was twelve didn’t mean I wanted a child before I was thirty. I had far too much to conquer. And besides, I was too obsessed with Aslan to share him with anyone.
When I’d driven my parents to the airport with Aslan in the front seat and my parents in the back, he’d planted his hand on my thigh as if it was the most natural thing in the world to always be touching me.
I’d caught Mum and Dad sharing a look in the rear-view mirror.
And my heart had swelled to four times its size because they didn’t get angry or look at us with worry that we were too young for the depth of feelings between us. They merely kissed each other and shared a smile. A smug smile as if they were personally responsible for bringing us together and were content with their life’s work at finding their wayward daughter a suitable mate.
That wayward daughter was a terrible person because even though I loved them, I’d practically kicked them out on the curb when I’d pulled up outside the airport, giving them a hasty goodbye before driving a little too fast home and dragging my sea-wed husband inside a blissfully empty house.
We’d broken Dad’s rules within ten minutes of being back. I barely made it to the couch before Aslan flipped up my silver skirt, yanked off my bikini bottoms, and sank inside me over the arm of the very same settee where I’d snuggled in Dad’s embrace while watching The Little Mermaid for the first time.