She cried out, her hand releasing my cock to tug on the knot in the towel. “Yes...Jethro.”
“You truly are the worst kind of punishment,” I panted, sucking, grazing her with my teeth.
She squirmed. She was as fucked as I was—sex-hazed and drunk. Lust infused the very air—desire became oxygen and hunger became life.
We were both destroyed. And the only cure was to give in.
“I’ll give you what you’re looking for.” I walked her backward to the bed.
She looped her arms over my shoulders, leaping into my embrace. “Give me everything. I beg you.”
I caught her, holding her weight as her legs wrapped around my hips. She thrust against me.
“Fuck, Nila.”
A few more steps and I’d have her on the bed. If I could fucking walk. My entire body vibrated with need. “Why did you come here?”
Her lips parted. Her black hair shimmered in the lowlights of my bedside lamps. “You want the truth?”
I nodded.
Pressing her breasts against my chest, she whispered in my ear, “I came here to be filled, taken,ridden.I came to find you again. I came to remind you of what we have. I came for so many reasons, Jethro, but most of all, I came to save you.”
My soul swelled as the mattress hit my knees. I folded her backward, drinking in her flushed skin and sparkling eyes. I couldn’t speak. What was there to say to that?
I don’t need fucking saving?
I don’t want you to come for me?
Of course, I wanted that. Anyone after a lifetime of loneliness would dream of someone accepting them unconditionally.
All I wanted to do was crash to my knees and beg—fucking beg for her to finally understand—to see the only way to exist was to let me be who I was born to be. I had to take her life. I had to stay alive. One of us would die—if not both.
She wanted hope—the belief that this could have a happy ending.
But it can’t.
And that was too much to bear.
She scooted toward my pillows, spreading her legs. With sexy boldness, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and shimmied out of them.
I swallowed. Hard.
I prowled toward her on hands and knees, unable to tear my eyes away from the dampness between her legs. “You want to be ridden? Let me make your wishes come true.”
I reached out to touch her, but she rolled away.
I blinked; the urge to chase her hammered at my skull. “Come here.”
She sat up, tugging the hem of her top, wrenching it over her head.
Naked.
Gloriously fucking naked.
I reached for her again, but she scrambled over my sheets.
A fleeting thought came. That quote toVanity Fairabout miscarrying. Was it true?Couldshe have been pregnant with my child? My heart fisted. I couldn’t unscramble how that made me feel.
