Nila turned her head, pressing her cheek to the side. A wince knitted her brows, her lips bowed in pain, but I couldn’t stop.
Wouldn’t stop.
“Yes. More, Jethro. More.”
My chest rose and fell with laboured breaths, my muscles spasmed as I sent my body hurtling into euphoria.
Her eyes opened and I lost myself in the dark chasm of mesmerizing love.
She loved me.
She fucking loves me.
The unmistakable vulnerability of such an emotion tore open my heart.
The cuts on my feet bellowed as I dug my toes into the silty bottom and rode her harder, giving her my entire length thrust afterthrust afterthrust.
“Nila—fuck—”
I jerked. My orgasm shot unrestrained from my balls. It exploded up my cock with such intensity, I folded over her back. “Goddammit,” I groaned, sucking in her hair as savage streams of cum erupted from my tip.
Her inner muscles demanded more, conjuring every last drop of semen I had to give. The release kept going and going, threatening to burst my heart as my body continued to devour hers. Ecstasy sparkled in every cell as I hit the top of her, spurting one last time as deep as I could go.
“Feel that?” I asked, grunting as a final wave stole my ability to breathe. Sweat ran down my temples, drenching my hair. “You’re inside me, Nila Weaver—as surely as I’m inside you.”
“You’re it for me, Jethro. You’ve destroyed me.” Her voice was soft, dreamy.
I bent to kiss her—the sweetest, gentlest kiss. “You’re wrong. You’re the one who’s destroyed me.”
Ending the kiss, Nila just watched me. No words. No questions.
She accepted everything I gave her. She hadn’t looked away while I lost myself in her—she’d given me something I’d never had before. She gave me everything—let me witness how true and steadfast it was.
Trust.
Connection.
No lies.
She fucking loved me.
She’d given me a new beginning.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Nila
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“WHEN WILL YOU tell me?”
Jethro’s step faltered, his eyes shooting to mine.
His naked torso was damp and flushed with heat from the cave-springs, a white towel riding low on his hips.
He’d offered to carry me, but I’d chosen to walk—even though I was just as naked with only a towel hiding my modesty.
I wasalive.
