I kissed her, sucking her tongue, turning every whisper and touch supercharged with erotic passion.
“God, I’m close.” She returned my kiss, wet and passionate—her lips dancing, stealing my soul all over again. Her thighs squeezed my hips, imprisoning me as I drove into her again and again. “I’m coming...God, I’m coming.”
I pumped harder, giving into bliss and stars. “Come. Fuck, I want you to come.”
“Come with me.”
“It would be my fucking pleasure.”
Nothing else mattered. Nothing but bliss and togetherness.
We gave in.
Our motions turned rabid, seeking one goal, devouring each other in a fit of sin.
“Fuck me. Oh, Kite. Love me. Fuck me. Ride me.”
I couldn’t hold on anymore. Digging my knees into the hay, I gave her what she wanted. I lived in her begs and drove faster until red pain flashed through my system.
I plunged into her, our groans and moans drowning out the sounds of our fucking.
Her core tightened.
I rocked harder, rubbing myself against her clit. My balls smacked against the curve of her arse and the hay prickled like tiny needles. Our bodies battled each other—a perfect avenue of violent emotions.
I thrust again and again and again. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
Her back locked, her core clenched, giving me nowhere else to go.
Her legs locked tight around my waist. I cried out as her knee caught my injury.
“Yes!” She came hard and furious, fisting around me, dragging painful pleasure from every inch.
My orgasm unravelled without warning, exploding like a thunderstorm through every muscle. Lightning and rain drops, I spurted my very fucking soul into her.
One thing was for sure, I didn’t just come. I cameundone.
And only Nila had the power to stitch me back together.
Chapter Nineteen
Nila
TIME WAS MY worst enemy.
Nothing good ever came from time.
It passed too quickly—good moments and happy memories gone in a blink. Or it passed too slowly—bad experiences and unhappy circumstances dragging for an eternity.
And now, when all I wanted to do was fall asleep in the warm stable with Jethro wrapped around me and the sweet scent of hay in my nose, all I could focus on was...time is limited.
We’d carved out all we could, and now it was over.
I looked at Jethro. My freshly cut hair whispered along my jaw. My heart suffocated with love for him and what he’d done.
He’d single-handedly brought me back from the brink, giving me back my self-worth, fixing me enough to stay strong—for a little longer.
He pulled up his jeans and buckled them. Without a word, he slipped off the hay bale and helped me stand. We hadn’t talked about what would happen now, but I already knew. He meant to send me back.
