Chapter 7 Goodbye, Luke

• Their kiss was so brutal, ravenous, and full of moans. It was like they had been restraining their desires for each other for so long that it became unbearable. And now that they had the chance, they indulged in each other.
• Fortunately, the fireworks display had started. The explosions could cover up Eve’s moans and whimpers as Luke pulled down the straps of her dress and kissed her shoulders, neck, and breasts.
• “You taste so wonderful,” Luke growled. “Just like your face. Your body. So fucking beautiful.”
• His touch. His way of growling compliments to her while continuing to leave pleasure all over her body.
• Eve had never felt like this before. Not even with her despicable ex-fiancé.
• Luke could make her willingly strip in a matter of seconds. She grasped his length and felt the pressure between her thighs as she opened them for him.
• “So fucking wet,” Luke muttered before placing his hand behind her head and pushing her so he could kiss her.
• “Fucking wet for you,” Eve breathed on his lips.
• As Eve tried to adjust her position so Luke could enter her, he suddenly flipped their positions, so now Eve was lying on the sofa and he was on top of her.
• “Not so fast, Genieve,” Luke sighed. “You’re mine tonight. I’ll do whatever I want to do, and you have no choice but to obey me.”
• Eve couldn’t speak because lust had taken over her. She could only nod in submission and emit moans so Luke wouldn’t stop touching her.
• “Beg for it,” Luke requested as he pulled away and observed her with a smirk.
• “Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Please, Luke. Just touch me anywhere you want.”
• Luke reached out his hand and slipped it between her thighs. “Here?”
• “Yes!” she screamed in pleasure, arching her back. Luke took the opportunity to pull her body into his embrace. Now they were sitting, and Luke was finger fucking her. She buried her face in his shoulder, her hands gripping his back.
• “Don’t come until I let you,” he commanded.
• “But I can’t hold it.”
• The fireworks kept shooting from the lighthouse to the sky, decorating the night with a shower of colors and explosions. And here Eve was, enjoying something else, something that made her head spin and her lips emit moans and screams.
• Luke paused for a moment to lick her ear and said, “If you want me to enter you, you have to obey me, Genieve.”
• Eve’s throat felt dry as she said, “If that’s what you want….”
• *
• Eve couldn’t remember how many times they made love. She was half-conscious when Luke took her down from the rooftop to make love in one of the rooms.
• Early in the morning when she woke up, Eve winced, feeling sore between her thighs, and her whole body felt achy. It had been so long since she had made love like last night. Not even with Mason had she been as wild.
• Eve felt like a different person last night, and now that her consciousness returned, a sense of shame slowly filled her heart and mind.
• She blinked and looked to the other side of the bed.
• Luke was still asleep, and he looked like someone, not from this world. He was too perfect, and the sex they had was too satisfying, to the point where it all felt unreal.
• What would happen when he woke up? Would they kiss each other say good morning and make love again? Or when Eve tried to go back to sleep, would Luke wake up and silently leave her alone here after getting what he wanted?
• Or it could have been even worse….
• He might have woken up later and said that what happened last night was just for their pleasure and that Eve should forget about it.
• Whatever it was, there didn’t seem to be a good option for her, and she didn’t want to be the one hurt. She had come here to have fun, and she had wanted no feelings involved. Neither liking nor heartache.
• So before Luke woke up and ruined everything, it was better for Eve to leave first.
• Although intending to leave Luke, Eve still felt sorry for him because he had treated her well all night. So Eve left an apology note for him and explained why she had left.
• She placed the note on the pillow she had used, then dressed and quietly sneaked out of the villa.
• Fortunately, Luke hadn’t locked the back door they had entered and had only bolted it, so Eve could leave from there, and at full speed, she ran back to her room.
• “You’ve done the right thing, Eve,” Eve said with a breathless voice after closing the bedroom door.
• Then Eve realized they would most likely still meet because they were in this remote place. That meant Eve had to leave this island immediately, return to her hotel in Servaxia, do her job, and then fly back to her country.
• Eve headed to the tourist island management office and found out about the departure of the ferry to the main island.
• “The ferry leaves in half an hour,” the woman at the reception desk informed with a wide smile. “Would you like to board the ferry?”
• “Yes!” Eve nodded. Then she took out some money and gave it to the woman.
• “Thank you,” said the woman as she handed her the ticket. “You must be at the port no later than ten minutes before departure.”
• Eve had never moved this fast in her life. She ran back to the bungalow to pack her things, then dashed to the harbor and hurriedly boarded the ferry.
• She sat in the middle seat, on the lookout, in case Luke was looking for her and saw her from the window.
• A few minutes later, the ferry sailed away from the tourist island.
• After she was sure the ferry was far enough, Eve walked out and stood at the stern, looking at the tourist island getting farther away.
• “Goodbye, Luke,” she whispered while touching her chest, feeling a tightness she didn’t know the cause of.
• Their meeting had been so brief, but Eve felt like she had known Luke for years, and her heart ached to leave him.
• Upon reaching the main island, her phone rang as she was about to ask Alfred to pick her up at the port.
• “Hello, Brandon, what’s up?”
• “Why couldn’t I reach you,” Brandon grumbled. Before Eve could answer, Brandon said, “Get ready. Lucas Atwood changed the schedule again. He wants the interview to be done tonight.”