Leo

We stumbled into our room on the island, the door clicking shut behind us with a soft finality that made the rest of the world disappear completely.

The space was exactly as we had left it earlier — moonlight spilling generously through the large glass doors that opened onto the private balcony, the big bed still deliciously rumpled from the night before, and the faint, comforting scent of sea salt mixed with coconut lotion hanging sweetly in the air.

I was tipsy, pleasantly warm from all the drinks and the electric celebration on the beach, but my mind remained crystal clear. I was still perfectly able to recognize where the bed was, where the nightstand stood, and exactly what I needed from the man standing in front of me.

I turned to Miller the second the door was locked, grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands, and pulled him down into a kiss that had been building inside me for hours.

My mouth met his with raw hunger, as if I had been starving all day long just for a taste of him.

His lips parted immediately, welcoming me in so I could savor the lingering sweetness of the wine we had shared earlier and the clean salt from the ocean breeze that still clung to his skin.

He tasted like home, like everything I had been desperately missing even when we were only a few feet apart on the beach dancing under the stars.

"I missed you," I whispered against his mouth, the words tumbling out between deep, urgent kisses. "Even when we were right there dancing and laughing with everyone, I missed having you like this. Just us. No one else is watching. No one else between us and I was jealous of Rhys and Kayden."

Miller’s hands settled firmly on my hips, pulling me flush against his strong body as he kissed me back, slowly and deeply, so that I could feel every deliberate stroke of his tongue at the back of my throat. "I’m right here, Leo. I’ve been right here the whole time and I am never leaving."

We broke apart just enough for me to rest my forehead against his, both of us breathing hard, chests rising and falling in sync.

A genuine smile tugged at my lips as the beautiful memory of the night washed over me again. "I’m so happy for Kayden. Seeing him and Rhys like that... the way Rhys looked at him when he dropped to one knee... it was everything. They deserve this kind of love. They’re going to be so good together, building something real and lasting."

I pulled back slightly, still holding onto Miller’s shirt, but the words kept coming faster now, the way they always did when my brain started spinning out of control.

I paced a few steps away from him, then turned and paced back again, my hands gesturing expressively as I tried to explain the wild rush of feelings and the beautiful chaos still swirling inside me.

"It’s fascinating, really. The neurological and hormonal interplay between an alpha and an enigma in a committed bond like theirs. The oxytocin and vasopressin surges must have been off the charts during the proposal — that kind of raw emotional vulnerability triggers a powerful cascade of bonding hormones that reinforce long-term attachment far more effectively than any superficial romantic gesture ever could. It’s like their brains are literally rewiring themselves forever right in front of our eyes."

I paced again, the words tumbling out even faster and more urgently. "But my own body... God, Miller, it’s driving me absolutely insane tonight. I want you inside me so badly. I want to feel you taking me apart, stretching me wide open, filling me so deep and completely, making me yours in every possible way. But my enigma side keeps pushing back hard, screaming that I need to be the one inside you, dominating you, claiming you, proving that I’m stronger. The suppressed pathways are lighting up like fireworks in my brain, flooding my system with aggressive pheromones and primal dominance impulses that completely drown out the rational part of me that just wants to submit to you. Goodness, I hate this internal war so much."

I stopped pacing abruptly and looked straight at him, my chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath. "It’s like a violent neurological override every single time I try to let go. The enigma hormones spike and—"

Miller stepped forward and caught my face gently between his large, warm hands, stopping the flood of words with a soft thumb brushing tenderly across my bottom lip. His eyes were dark, steady, and full of so much love and patience that my knees felt instantly weak.

"Leo," he said quietly, his voice low and incredibly reassuring. "Stop. You’re fine. I’m fine with you topping tonight. I have absolutely no problem with it at all. I want whatever you need tonight. Don’t try to force yourself to become something you’re not right now. If your body is telling you to lead, then lead. I trust you completely. I want you, and I want all of you — every single part."

He leaned in and kissed me slowly, deliberately, cutting off any more medical explanations before they could spill out.

The kiss was deep and unhurried, his tongue sliding sensually against mine in a way that made liquid heat pool low in my belly and spread through my entire body.

I melted completely into it, my hands fisting tightly in his shirt again as he walked me backward until my back hit the door with a soft, solid thud.

The kiss quickly turned hungry and demanding.

Miller’s hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips firmly and pressing me harder against the wood.

I gasped sharply into his mouth when he rolled his hips deliberately against mine, letting me feel the hard, thick line of his cock already straining obviously through his shorts. My own body responded instantly, arousal spiking hot and urgent throughout every nerve ending.

"Miller..." I moaned breathlessly against his lips, the sound raw and needy.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he dropped smoothly to his knees right there in front of the door, his hands tugging my shorts and underwear down in one swift, practiced motion.

My cock sprang free, already achingly hard and leaking steadily at the tip.

Miller looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes that made my stomach flip, then leaned forward and took me into his mouth in one slow, wet, breathtaking slide.

I cried out loudly, my head thunking back against the door as incredible wet heat enveloped me completely.

His tongue swirled expertly around the sensitive head, teasing the slit before he sank even deeper, taking me all the way to the back of his throat without hesitation.

The sight of him on his knees — those strong hockey-player shoulders flexing powerfully, his lips stretched so perfectly around my cock — made my enigma side roar with deep satisfaction even as the rest of me trembled uncontrollably with overwhelming need.

That was exactly what I needed.

"Fuck... yes," I groaned, my fingers threading tightly into his hair. He hummed around me, the delicious vibration shooting straight down to my balls and making my thighs shake within seconds. He sucked me with perfect, relentless pressure, his head bobbing in a steady, intoxicating rhythm that had my entire body trembling.

One of his hands came up to cup and roll my balls gently while the other gripped my hip firmly, holding me steady as he worked me even deeper into his throat.

I was panting hard, my hips twitching involuntarily, fighting the desperate urge to thrust too roughly into the perfect, wet heat of his mouth. "Miller... I’m close already..."

He pulled off with a filthy, wet pop, his lips shiny and swollen. "Not yet," he said in a rough, deep voice that sent shivers down my spine. He stood up fluidly, kissing me hard again and letting me taste myself on his tongue.

Then he spun me around, pressing my chest firmly against the door. His powerful body covered mine completely from behind, his thick cock grinding hot and insistent against my ass through his shorts.

"You still want me inside you?" he asked, his lips brushing teasingly against my ear.

I nodded frantically, barely able to form words. "Yes. God, yes. Please."

He shoved his shorts down quickly, and I felt the scorching, bare length of him slide between my cheeks. He reached around me, stroking my cock slowly with one hand while his other found the bottle of lube we had kept in the nightstand drawer since the instant we arrived at the island.

Cool, slick fingers circled my entrance carefully, pressing in one at a time, stretching me open until I was rocking back shamelessly onto three thick fingers, moaning without any restraint.

When he finally pushed inside me, it was slow and devastatingly deep, stretching me open inch by inch in one long, breathtaking thrust that completely stole my breath away.

My hands slapped against the door for balance as he bottomed out, his hips flush and tight against my ass.

"Fuck, Leo... so tight," he groaned, his forehead pressed tenderly to my shoulder.