My hips bruised against her inner thighs as I rode her so hard.
“I need you as my wife.”
A release snarled into being, hungry, savage in intensity.
My heart twisted as Nila licked her lips. “I...I—”
Everything else faded.
I drove into her over and over again. Our eyes locked and we fucked into promises. “Say yes.... Fuck, please say yes.”
I lost myself to the rhythm, sinking my fingers into her thighs.
Her pussy clenched; her head thrown back as her body prepared to release. Her eyes glazed as the pain of riding her and the pleasure of her buildingorgasm turned our connection into an almost unbearable fight.
I couldn’t think straight. I was lost, owned,consumed.
I couldn’t get enough oxygen. My arms trembled as Nila finally gave me the greatest gift I’d ever earned.
“Yes...Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Christ.” My heart shattered into fractals.
I gave up.
Our rhythm turned frenzied, fucking, rutting, taking everything we could.
“God, yes. I’m coming...I’mcoming.” She cried and laughed and cursed as she drowned under the crest of her release. Her gaze locked with mine and midnight irises consumed me as fireworks turned into catastrophic detonations.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Yes. Shit, yes.” Electricity charged through my toes, my quads, my balls, my dick. Spilling deep as I pounded inside her, delivering every last drop of bliss. Pleasure I’d never experienced stampeded with a thousand heartbeats.
She was mine as much as I was hers.
Now and for always.
Alive or dead.
We were one.
Chapter Eight
Nila
“THIS WON’T WORK.”
Jethro shushed me, inching through the wonky panel hidden in the toilet block. The wretched air almost made me gag.
The moment Jethro had come, he’d made me dress, and hoisted Daniel’s carcass over his shoulder.
His eyes blackened with nerves and resolution as he ignored me. “It will.” Under his breath, he added, “It has to.”
Another shiver darted down my spine. The millionth shiver since I’d arrived in Africa.
It felt like an eternity had passed since I’d claimed a life, pierced my needle and taken someone’s last breath, last gasp, last thought. It felt like eons since I’d finally succumbed to the raging lust in my bloodstream and forced Jethro to take me.
But in reality, only forty minutes had ticked past.
How long would Cut give Daniel to rape me? An hour? Two? Or would he wait until Daniel tired and went to tag him for his turn? Either way, time was finally on our side—for now.
