“Oh, my God.” My head shot back as Jethro’s large length took possession of everything I was. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t kind. He was a man taking what he wanted.
I had no thought of the gift inside my womb. I had no thoughts at all but him inside me and the feral way we joined.
I’d never felt such bliss or baser desires. We were two animals fucking in the middle of a forest. All alone aside from the moon and stars.
Grabbing my wrists again, he held them above my head as his teeth clamped around my throat. He groaned, thrusting hard, impaling every inch inside me.
“Fuck, I love you.” His voice poured more fuel onto the already blazing lust and my core fisted his length, begging for more, fearing how hard he would take me.
“Oh, God, it’s so good. You feel...” My eyes snapped closed as he rode me. His pace was furious and brutal, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming. “Don’t stop.Please, don’t stop.”
His breath slinked down my spine as he pulled away to fuck me harder. “I have no intention of stopping.”
Angling my chin with demanding fingertips, his mouth landed on mine, sucking, slippery. His kiss stole whatever facets of humanity I had left, and I completely gave in to him. I gave myself to the wild wetness of his tongue. I moaned as he made love to my tongue while fucking my body.
His free hand waltzed over every curve, greedy and firm, twisting my nipples, grabbing my entire breast in his hold.
“You love this.”
I nodded, gasping around our kiss. “So much.”
“You love it when I take you nasty and rough.”
“Yes.”
“You love it when I take you tender and sweet.”
“Yes.”
“You love me.”
“A thousand times, yes.”
I cried out as his cock hit the top of me, heralding an orgasm to spindle and gather. My knees wobbled and the bark of the tree rasped my cheek. But I wouldn’t change a thing. Not one goddamn thing.
The rhythmic strokes of his tongue matched the claiming strokes of his cock.
“Feel me, Nila. Feel my cock deep inside you.”
My nipples ached as more wetness gushed around his penetration. “I do. I feel every inch.”
“Feel how fucking hard I am. How much I fucking I love you.”
I spread my legs wider, arching my back for more. “Kite...”
“Think how much you love me now, when the last time you ran from me, you hated me.”
His voice added another layer to my orgasm. I wanted him so much. I wanted to come, but I didn’t want this to stop.
“Think about how much we’ve overcome to deserve what we have.”
I loved him losing himself in me. My soul echoed with his need. My body begged for his release. I felt him everywhere—in the air, the tastes, the sounds, the very heart of me. He was more than man; he was heat and power and forever.
He’d given me a child. He’d saved me from the debts.
He’d made me more than just human. He’d made me immortal. Immortal in his love. Immortal in his passion.
“Fuck, Nila. Whatever you’re thinking about. It’s driving me to come.”
