Sully's Fantasy - Pepper Winters Page 0,26

element added to the snarling thirst in my blood for him. For Sully. For sex.

I ran even though I wanted him to catch me.

Wetness slid down my inner thigh as my brain flickered between self-preservation and sacrificing myself to his sexual fury.

Sully didn’t chase initially.

His snarl-filled groan was the only thing that followed as I galloped through the thick foliage.

But then the crash of his attack sounded, the thud of heavy footfalls coming after me.

My heart flurried in panic, swamping with demented need. Cinta-amplified lust fogged my thoughts until my vision hazed with it. Until I gasped and mewled for it.

I needed him.

So fucking much.

I wanted to fall to my knees and let him trap me.

I wanted him to beg to claim me.

I wanted to beg.

I wanted us linked and writhing, thrusting and coming.

I couldn’t explain the raw desire that fleeing from him gave me. The primordial triggers of being mounted and claimed, blending with the undeniable hunger to be used. As graphically and as brutally as possible.

No matter how many fancy clothes or intricate words we spoke as a species, we were still just beasts at heart.

Beasts who wanted to maul and—

“When I catch you, Jinx, I want to hear you scream as I fuck you.”

Oh, God.

My breath caught as I dodged around a palm tree, running deeper into whatever illusion Sully had programmed. Unlike the pine forest where Drake had met his end, this one never stopped. There was no portal to return me back to the centre of the illusion. The pathways and animal tracks kept guiding me farther into density.

Breathing hard, I ran swifter.

I exploded from the thick undergrowth beside a river’s edge. Ferns bobbed in the muggy breeze. Parrots darted in the sun. Dragonflies hovered and lizards sun-baked and fish glittered in the stream.

So much beauty.

So much peace.

Arms lashed around me from behind.

Sully’s harsh breath filled my ear as he kicked apart my ankles and lowered me to the ground in one swift move. “Caught you.” His teeth scraped the back of my neck as he collapsed to his knees behind me. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

My necklaces jangled as he fisted my breasts. Pinching my nipples, he groaned as his hips thrust against me. “Christ, I can’t control myself around you. I’ve never been able to.”

Dropping his touch, he found my flaxen skirt and tore it to sinful shreds. One moment, it hid my decency, and the next, it was in tatters by my knees.

I moaned as his fingers bit into my hip bones, pulling me back into him. “Every day, I thank fucking fate for delivering you. Every night, I dream of losing you. Every moment, I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Bowing over me, he nudged his cock against my wetness. “Mine to adore, to cherish, to fuck.”

I bit my lip, waiting for him to thrust inside.

But he waited.

One heartbeat, two, three.

“You’re all mine, Eleanor. My perfect lovely wife.” His heart pounded on my spine and his body radiated erotic heat. “I will never take a second with you for granted.” Running his cock up and down my pussy, he growled long and low. “So wet. So ready. Do you want me, Jinx?”

My head bobbed. My breath came too quick. “Yes. God, yes. Please—”

He drove upward, inward, deep, deep, deep. “Take me. Take all of fucking me.”

I screamed.

Just like he promised.

His cock stretched me in so many familiar and dominating ways. My fingers scratched at the earth, my elbows threatened to buckle, and my breasts swung as he pounded inside me, furious and fierce.

My necklaces jingled as he struck a punishing, brutalising rhythm.

We’d made love before.

We’d kissed with sultry passion and rocked in dirty pleasure.

But this?

This was pure, uninhibited fucking.

“Christ.” Sully’s roar bounced off the river and ricocheted in the trees. His pace as he rutted into me struck the fuse on my cinta-amplified desire and triggered an orgasm that detonated with crucifying pressure.

It bolted up my legs, fissured around my womb, and supernovaed outward in thick, pulsing waves of exquisite pleasure.

He followed me, spurting inside me, marking me as his. His head fell back, his fingers dug into my hips, and he jerked with agonising bliss.

When our climaxes allowed the virtual reality world to return and our hearts to find a healthier rhythm, Sully chuckled under his breath. “You’ll be the death of me one day, Eleanor. Each time I think I can’t come any harder, I’m proven wrong.” Hugging me from behind, he played with the pretty necklaces dangling off my neck.

“My very own