I dissolved into his embrace. I was exhausted and spent. Aftershocks of my orgasm continued to squeeze my pussy.
Jethro suddenly reached toward his bedside and pulled a knife from the drawer. I tensed as he sliced the binds around my wrists and pulled my torso up with him. He sat on his knees, still inside me. Twisting around, he sawed the sash around my ankles, freeing me.
Throwing the blade to the carpet, he cushioned me in his lap. “Wrap your legs around me. I’ve got you.” His arms cradled my spine, creating a basket of muscle. I melted into him, bouncing with every thrust.
His large hand captured my nape, pressing me firmly, keeping my body pinned close and his cock deep inside.
With a savage rock, he groaned, “I’m going to ride you. And then I’m going to come.”
I nodded, every part of me drained. I’d never been so used, so abused, sosleepy.
His lips found mine, pouring energy down my throat as he drove deeper and deeper. Straddling his lap gave him complete control. His cock hit the top of me again and again.
His kiss turned demanding. His hands roved up my back and around my sides to palm my breasts. His dextrous fingers tweaked my nipples, tugging in time with his thrusts.
I moaned, biting his throat as I fell into him.
“You have the most incredible body.” His hands swooped to my back again, moulding me tight against him. “You’re so damn wet. I fit inside you. You take me completely.” Wonder dripped in his voice, sheer joy at finding me and me finding him.
“Hold onto me. I need to take you hard and fast.” He grabbed my hips, hoisting me higher on his lap. He looked at me.
I gasped at the molten love evident in his gaze. Tears prickled my eyes.
He loves me.
He’d said it. Whispered it. Cursed it. But now he’d shown me: he unequivocally loved me.
He smiled softly. “You sense what I’m feeling, don’t you?”
I shook my head. “I don’t sense, I know. It’s not a feeling but the truth in your eyes.”
His fingers dug into my hips, pressing me down, giving me nowhere to hide. “You should know you’re it for me, Nila. There’s no turning back fromthis. I’m on your side until the end.” He surged upright, filling me endlessly deep. His hand disappeared into my hair, wrapping the long black strands around his wrist, holding me firm. “I love you.”
The burn in my scalp scorched my body.
To be so adored but controlled.
To be so loved but dominated.
The combination was the best aphrodisiac in the world.
He slammed into me, bouncing me in his embrace. My arms wrapped around him as we glued ourselves together, holding on and riding each other fast.
My muscles burned, my legs wobbled, and my scalp yelped in pain, and through it all, another orgasm brewed.
Shit, I can’t come again.
I’d collapse.
I’d never come twice so quickly. I wouldn’t survive—I knew it as surely as I knew my heart was one beat away from exploding.
Jethro kept riding, kept fucking. And my body kept responding, gathering tighter and stronger, wanting to release and snap me into paradise.
“I’m yours, Nila. All fucking yours.” Jethro’s lips skated over my jaw.
I became nothing but lust and spirals and mindless passion. The ache in my womb increased, throbbing with the familiar agonising urge to let go.
His harsh breathing filled my ears.
