I wanted to grab him. Hug him. Fuck him.
My thoughts became a froth of temper. “Take me, Jethro. Fuck me, Kite. I can’t do this any longer.”
I didn’t think he’d obey, but without a word, he threw the whip across the room and climbed on the bed. Straddling me, he fisted his cock and bent to kiss me. “You want me to end your misery. If I do, can you end mine?”
He didn’t give me a chance to reply. His mouth crashed on mine, and we turned savage. Biting, licking, tasting. His hand clutched my hair, pulling hard, forcing my mouth to open and take whatever he gave.
His hot thighs imprisoned my hips, twitching as he worked his cock.
The kiss ended. He collapsed on top of me.
I moaned at the comfort of having him touch me after so many teasing strikes.
“God, Nila, you’re incredible.” His lips covered mine again, feeding me his voice. “I want to make you come. I want to come inside you over and fucking over again.”
His hips slotted between mine. His fingers dove inside me, testing my wetness. Then I screamed as he filled me with one wicked impale.
There was no pain. No bruising. Only the most majestic completion imaginable.
I couldn’t hold on. I wanted to grip his strong shoulders for balance. I wanted to wrap my legs around him for connection.
He thrust deeper, slipping through my wet heat. In some mystical way, this felt like an ending to everything he’d been and the beginning of everything we’d become.
A beginning he was finally strong enough to face.
It’s exquisite.
It’s raw.
It’s debasing
and
mind-blowing
and
real.
I gritted my teeth, riding the tsunami of pleasure. Jethro took hostage of every thought and dream I’d ever had, making it his.
My body hummed with possession. Every part of me was ravaged, disconnected, unable to concentrate on anything but the way he thrust and took.
I cried out, biting his shoulder as every cell tightened, quickened.
“Come. I need you to come,” Jethro panted in my ear.
I’d never been commanded to do something outside of my control. I never believed I could do something as miraculous as come with only a fewwords. But his cock stretched and filled. His lower belly rubbed and stroked my clit and every part of me combusted.
My body obeyed him utterly. I let go, spindling into the sharpest, quickest orgasm I’d ever had.
“Fuck, Nila.” Jethro pinned me to the mattress, taking me faster. His guttural groan wrapped around my body, replacing it with unlimited pleasure. “Goddammit, you feel good.” His face buried in my hair; his heart beat a war drum against mine.
I wanted to cradle him—give him safe harbour to come undone and find himself in this new world we’d conjured.
Thrust after thrust. We were stripped totally bare.
Jethro never stopped. His arms curled around the top of my head, keeping me in place. The ropes around my ankles jerked with every rock, bruising me.
