Claim Me Captain! I'm Addicted to You!-Chapter 429: Steaming Hot Tub (3)

Vicky’s POV

His lips hovered dangerously close to mine, his breath warm and shaky.

"I—I’m s-sorry, I was just—"

"Too late for apologies..." he murmured, voice low and rough, before crashing his mouth against mine.

The kiss stole every coherent thought from my head. For a second, I froze, shocked, unprepared, overwhelmed. Then instinct kicked in, and my hands flew to his chest, only for my palm to graze the plastic film covering the wound near his shoulder.

He winced.

I jerked my hand back instantly. "Ollie, I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to—"

He pressed his forehead to mine, eyes half-lidded with desire and frustration. "You keep apologizing today." His thumb brushed my cheek, slow, teasing. "How about... You make it up to me?"

He smiled, soft, boyish, devastating. "Kiss me instead." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

My breath hitched. But I smiled back, cupped his jaw, and kissed him again, deeper this time. Hungrier. It felt like falling into a familiar dream I’d tried so hard to forget.

His hands roamed my body like he’d memorized every inch years ago. A tug, a slip, and the string of my bikini loosened behind my neck and back. Before I could react, Oliver pulled me into his lap, guiding me to straddle him. Heat shot through me as my bare skin pressed against his warm, solid chest.

Then... Oh God.

His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until my breath came out in broken gasps. His fingers rolled and teased, sending sparks straight between my legs. And when he shifted me closer, I felt it, hard, full, pulsing beneath me as he grinded upward, slow but deliberate.

I tore my lips from his, chest heaving, voice shaking. "You’re still recovering... Oliver, are you sure about this?"

The smirk he gave me could’ve melted glaciers. Dark. Wicked. Starved.

"Yes." His hand slid down my spine, anchoring me against him. "I can’t stop anymore, Vicky. I don’t want to." His voice dropped to a low growl. "I won’t let you go tonight."

Before I could breathe, he flipped us, gently but firmly, laying me down on the bed, bracing his weight so he didn’t strain his injured arm.

"Oliver, I don’t want you to be in pain," I whispered.

"Then I’ll be slow." He brushed away the strands of hair clinging to my cheek. "As long as I don’t raise my arm or move too fast, I’m fine." His lips brushed the corner of my mouth. "If you don’t mind... slow."

Slow? God, I might die.

I kissed him softly. "I don’t mind... only if you let me take over."

My heart stopped.

My brain screamed.

Why—why did I say that?

He blinked at me, then laughed softly, eyes darkening with something dangerously close to worship.

"Wow. When did you get so bold?" His fingers traced my lower lip. "I love it." He leaned in, whispering, "You can take over later. But let me... taste you first."

His voice husky, breath trembling against my ear. "It’s been years, Vicky. My feelings did not change at all. All those years, I tried so hard to forget you. But my feelings for you only grew stronger each day. I thought I’d lost you for good."

His lips brushed my neck, making me shiver. "I’ve been starving. And now..." His gaze locked onto mine, burning, raw, honest. "Let me enjoy you, my love."

My love.

The words detonated inside me.

I didn’t even have time to respond, not when his mouth claimed mine again, stealing my breath, my thoughts, my entire soul as his hands wandered lower, urging me to give in... completely.

When his mouth finally left mine, it wasn’t mercy, it was torture.

His lips traveled lower, claiming the softest parts of me with a hunger he’d kept buried for years. I trembled beneath him as his tongue teased one nipple, then the other, each slow pull and flick sending waves of heat rolling through my entire body.

"O-Oliver..."

My voice broke when he sucked harder, a sharp pull of pleasure that shot straight down my spine. My head fell back against the pillows, breath coming out in uneven little gasps I couldn’t control.

He murmured something against my skin, his warm breath brushing my breast before he moved up, kissing, nipping, worshipping every inch of my chest, my collarbone, my throat. By the time his lips reached my ear, I was already half gone.

"I was stupid," he whispered, voice thick with regret and desire as his hands slid down to the sides of my hips, loosening the remaining strings of my bikini. "Letting you go because I was blinded by revenge... without even knowing the truth. I was so stupid, Vicky."

His fingers tugged the strings, slowly, deliberately.

My pulse fluttered.

"But I swear," he breathed against my neck, "this time, I’m not backing out. Not ever. Even if you try to leave—" he kissed the corner of my mouth "—I’ll kidnap you again and again if I have to."

I felt his smile before I saw it.

"I love you, Veronica Knight."

Another kiss.

"And gods, it feels so good to say it."

A kiss along my jaw.

"I love you with everything in me."

His lips returned to mine, urgent and warm.

"I’ll never get tired of saying it— I love you, I love you..."

He laughed against my lips when I chuckled, breathless and overwhelmed.

I cupped his face, forcing him to meet my eyes. "I love you too, Oliver Morris... and I’ll do the same. If you dare run away again, I swear I’ll hold a gun to your head."

He burst into laughter, the sound vibrating through my chest where our bodies pressed together.

"It’s a promise then," he whispered. "No more holding back. No more worrying about anyone else. From now on, it’s just us. Only us. And how we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together... forever."

His lips found mine again, soft for a moment, then deepening into something fierce and consuming. My fingers curled in his hair as he kissed me, like he’d never stop.

Then his mouth began to travel downward—along my jaw... my throat... the valley of my breasts... lower and lower.

Each kiss felt like molten fire.

Each breathless second, unbearable.

By the time he reached my stomach, my legs were trembling, anticipation twisting inside me so tightly I felt like I might shatter.

After all the years of longing, heartbreak, fighting the world and each other...

Here we were. Finally free.

Finally choosing each other.

And as he kissed even lower—slow, deliberate, claiming—I knew this was only the beginning of everything we had waited for.