Page 10 of Scarred Temptation

Her breathing turned into ragged pants and with her body being tense, I had a feeling it wouldn’t be long until she couldn’t hold back any longer.

While I was no longer holding her down, I didn’t need to. She appeared lost in the passion, her entire body shimmering from what I was doing. I enjoyed pleasuring her as much as I did keeping her on edge.

Isabel was fighting letting go, but with the curve of the banana, I could tell the end had hit her G-spot. Her panting picked up in rhythm, which coincidentally matched the rapid thrum of my heart.

As she neared a climax, I shifted my other hand until I was able to spear her asshole. That was the moment she was driven into facing her pleasure, drifting into pure ecstasy.

There was nothing like lapping up her cream all while keeping the banana in place, fucking her with it to prepare her for my cock.

This was merely my act of foreplay.

As she slowly began to relax, her feet slipped off the counter even as her breathing was still labored. She pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead, laughing softly as if completely satisfied.

“That was… amazing.”

I stood to my full height and gently removed the piece of fruit. “Yes, it was.”

She struggled onto her elbows and I noticed her eyes were partially dilated.

As I took a step away, I glanced at the banana.

So did she.

I seemed to be full of wildly strange ideas since coming to the islands.

With a single eyebrow lifting, she pushed herself up while both her eyebrows arched. “What are you doing?”

Before I answered, I pulled the peel on the banana, exposing the succulent fruit. “I told you I was hungry and you know how I become when I’m a famished man.”

While she chastised me with her eyes, I took one huge bite.

* * *

“I enjoy doing nothing with you,” Isabel said as we walked along the beach. She had her arm wrapped around mine and we were at the water’s edge. The late afternoon sun was hot, but she’d insisted on taking a walk. “But don’t let it go to your head.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. You’re a brooding Russian. Remember?”

Well, she was right about that.

“You’re certain you won’t be lonely?” I nudged her shoulder, chuckling softly as I did.

She peered up at me and even with sunglasses covering a portion of her face, I could clearly see her condescending look. She’d offered many of them during the months of getting to know me. “You make it impossible to be lonely around you, Maxsim. You do require attention.”

“Who, me?” I pressed my hand against my chest.

“Yes, you, goofball.”

Our cute routine, which had once been our only way of communicating.

“You know what? Until you, no one ever dared call me a goofball.”

“Perhaps they should have.” Her soft laugh filtered toward the ocean, carried off by the light breeze.

I shook my head. “No, they were smart not to attempt such an egregious action. They know my temper.”

“That’s right. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Grumpy.”