The Sinclair Series Book #1: Tragedy Of Love

Part 2- Chapter One: Along The Street

Six years later...
Vivi's POV
Nothing feels as good as the afternoon sun when lazing about on a hammock between two coconut trees. What feels even better is the little one snuggled close. I smiled to myself. This island is our favorite place. Zeke bought it so that we have our won slice of heaven away from the rest of the world which happens to be mad. When we want the company of people, we go into the small towns across the ocean.

I slowly opened my eyes to take in the precious little one sound asleep. Chen was born at day break after hours of labour. Her father was faithfully by my side bearing the pain with me. It was a difficult birth but three years down the line, I don't regret it. Her father's genes are strong. I'm just the Irish woman with an Asian baby.

"Chen." I called her.

She stuck her thumb right back into her mouth shen I tried to pull it away.

I noticed Zeke drawing the boat close to shore. He secured it with a rope. He went io the other island for some food supplies. The day I married Zeke was the happiest day of my life! It took us two years to get there but the journey was with it. His family fully accepted me although his father doesn't like me much. He however adores Chen.

Zeke winked at me when he walked past me. I know the look. I got off the hammock and carried my little daughter after him. Our house is not a mansion but it's perfect. Zeke built it himself with the help of a few locals. He said he wanted to do something special for me. It was a wedding gift. We came here on our wedding night; the first night he made love to me. The man kept me at bay for two years and now he's giving it to me more times than I can count.

He took hold of me as soon as I closed Chen's door. He threw me over his shoulder spanking me playfully until I felt the soft plush bed when he dropped me.

"Mrs Zhang." He pushed my dress out of the way. "I would like to please you."

His dark eyes narrowed with mischief. He went down on me before I could say yes. He knows it's always yes from me. He kissed me deeply as I fought the urge to scream and wake our little daughter. I nestled a handful of his dark hair in my hand pulling as he hungrily ate me. I floated away to a place only he can take me.

He's a passionate lover.

He's patient and he puts my needs first.

But when it comes to claiming what is owed to him, he wants nothing less that complete submission. I love this man madly. I started living the day we met; when my hands were raised in surrender and he had a gun pointed at me. I haven't suffered any disappointment for choosing him. He has loved me unselfishly and U love him back unconditionally. I clenched the sheets when I felt my climax nearing. I tried to separate my wetness from his hot mouth but he grasped my thoughts tightly holding me in place until I spilled myself.

He looked up his dark with need. It's his turn.

I watched the essence of sexiness undressing in front of me. When he filled me, he made me look at him. I see his hunger. I feel it. He's a gentleman but a ravenous beast in bed. We set the sheets ablaze. We expressed out love. By the time he climaxed, we were soaked in sweat.

It's a hot island and it's not just the weather.

He lay beside me looking at the ceiling. We usually have no words after we are done. Everything to be said by our lips our bodies have. Instead he took my left hand. He played with the simple gold band. When he looked at me his killer smile followed.

"What?" I laughed shyly.

"She's three."

"I know."