Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 100563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Bending down, he held out his hand. The same hand that’d just been inside me. Threads of desire glistened over his three fingers, thick and condemning, making me shiver with shame, then melt in carnal craving.
“Come. We need to go. Now. Before you suffer again.”
My hands ran over my breasts on their own accord, gasping as I squeezed hard. “I’m already suffering.”
“Fight it.” He grabbed my wrist and hauled me to my feet.
Rearranging his boxer-briefs, half of his massive cock straining out the top, he broke into a limping run. I tripped and ran beside him, my breasts bouncing, my hair wild, my lust trickling thickly down my inner thigh.
The friction of the sand on my feet.
The lick of air on my skin.
The raw violence emitting off Sully.
It was a complex cocktail full of desire and demented danger.
My heart once again couldn’t cope.
It skipped and pitter-pattered.
I folded in half as my core crippled me with need.
Sully never let me go, dragging me behind him like his captive. A captive who he had no intention of sleeping with even though she’d begged.
I tried to touch myself.
I tried to give in to the rapidly clawing new release, but his pace wouldn’t allow me. He kept going, ignoring my whimpers and cries, his erection staying trapped and unsatisfied against his stomach.
“Sully. I can’t!” I moaned as we broke onto the beach, leaving the pathway and its tunnel of jungle behind. “I can’t. I’m breaking—”
“You’re breaking me, Jinx.” He scooped me into his arms again, sending me into wanton drunkenness. “Fight it harder. Give me a little more time.” He struck off into a limping lurch, running for the sea.
Each jiggle.
Each smash of our skin.
It drove me insane.
My system was primed, my thoughts drowning in sex. I hadn’t reached the second stage of elixir yet, and shame did its best to stop me from being this rabid feral beast.
I didn’t want to be this unhinged creature.
I didn’t want my heart constantly threatening to cease.
Stop it!
Do what he says and fight!
But his skin was too hot. His smell too rich. His cock so close with temptation.
My lips found his throat again, making him stumble. I tried to get my hand between us, to fist his erection and break him into fucking me right here beneath the black velvet of a sky that would keep our sordid secrets.
I wanted to be spread-eagled as he feasted on me. I wanted to arch my back as he thrust into me. I wanted to be used, abused, taken, devoured.
I bit him hard enough to break his skin, tasting fresh blood mixed with old. I hurt him. I hurt him even though he’d been hurt so much before. And I would continue to hurt him until he gave in, until he filled me, took me—
“I can’t do this anymore!”
“You have no choice!” he snarled, leaving dry land behind with me clutched in his embrace.
Water splashed my back and ass as Sully left the shores of his invaded paradise and waded into the sea. He hissed with pain as saltwater lapped at his raw ankles, wounded leg, and every other cut and graze he’d earned in his battle with his brother.
I tried to put his welfare first.
I truly, truly did.
I attempted to be my usual rational self.
Fight it!
But the second I thought I had control over myself, I slipped. I fell. I didn’t care that his chest still stung with soreness. I didn’t care his fingertips had scabs from being pierced with nails. I didn’t care that his leg had been speared with an agonising harpoon.
All I cared about was his body in mine.
He’d survived all that.
He could survive giving me what I needed.
Sully groaned as water lapped over his waist, his pain vibrating over the sea.
A flash of worry came and went.
He was bleeding.
He was heading to open waters.
Sharks.
Sharp teeth.
Death.
Who cares?
You’ll die if you don’t come.
I gave up trying to beg and turned vicious instead.
Thrashing out of his arms, I squirmed until he let me go as deep water cradled me.
He grabbed my wrist. “Swim with me. The sooner we’re on Lebah, the sooner you’re safe.” Pushing off from the bottom, he struck into a powerful swim, keeping hold of me and dragging me beside him.
Water cascaded over my head as I sank, then broke the surface again. My hair streamed behind me, the ocean teased me, and the blistering need to orgasm made me so unbelievably selfish.
I climbed onto his back, twining my arms around his waist and finding his cock.
He choked and sank.
His hands shoved mine away, his feet kicking for the surface.
He tried to push me off him.
And I did the most unforgivable thing.
I wrapped both legs around his, ruining any chance of buoyancy, sinking us like a stone.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
FUCK EVERYTHING THAT WAS fucking holy.
She’s going to kill us.