Third a Kiss (Goddess Isles #3) - Pepper Winters Page 0,5
release. The shudder and violence of his desire. The consuming, dominating way he’d taken me.
It…was familiar.
He’s familiar!
As he twitched with the final dregs of his first release, my mind rewound to the morning after my first time in Euphoria. How he’d dragged me into the ocean and explained how Euphoria worked, how he’d asked if it felt like I hadn’t been fucked. How he’d touched me and murmured, “Your mind hid the identity of the man who fucked you, but your body knows the truth.”
I choked as he pulled out of me, still keeping his fist in my hair. His seed trickled down my leg, a slimy white trail of truth.
Sullivan Sinclair had just fucked me.
And…I don’t think it was our first time.
My mind raced as he dragged me down the path by my hair, a true caveman with his kill, hauling me back to his home, ready to feast again.
Caveman.
I turned stiff as he continued carting me down the pathway toward the offshoot that I hadn’t explored. A shadowy tunnel, created by large heliconia bushes and banana plants swallowed us whole.
And still my mind ran.
“Your body knows the truth.”
Could it?
Could it recognise a sexual partner even when that sexual partner had looked completely different, sounded different, smelled different, even their eyes had been different.
I stifled a cry as I studied him stalking beside me, my hair a leash between us.
Naked, his hard cock glistened from being inside me. His erection wouldn’t abate for hours, heavy and painful until he could come again.
I knew from experience.
I knew that taking me against the palm tree was just the beginning.
How long before he’d take me again? A minute? Ten? Twenty? When I’d come in Euphoria, I’d been primed to go again a moment later. My teeth had ached for it. My body bled for it. My heart skipping and malfunctioning to mate.
Almost as if I’d transmitted my own sick desire to him, Sully stumbled mid-step. His fist went to his cock as a bulldozer of lust struck him down. With his jaw locked, he dragged me into him, his fist still buried in my hair.
I sucked in a breath just before his mouth plundered mine.
A kiss where he suffocated me, confused me, and made questions shout so, so loudly in my head. Questions I’d asked him that day in the sea. Questions I’d begged answers for all while my bruised and well-used body tried to tell me the truth.
“Who did I sleep with last night, Sully?”
He gritted his teeth. “A guest.”
“Which one?”
“You don’t need to know.”
“I do. I do need to know.” I splashed my fists into the sea. “Was it you? Was it you who fucked me?”
He bared his teeth. “You would know if I ever fucked you. I told you you’d never be the same if I did.”
He’d never answered the question…not with a definitive answer.
He hadn’t lied.
He hadn’t admitted.
He deflected and now—
His tongue stole my thoughts under a fresh landslide of hunger. My tongue met his in an erotically sinful dance, all while he fell to his knees, dragging me down into the sand with him.
We kissed and kissed as his hands landed on the front of my dress and tore.
He ripped the beads and jewels until my breasts popped free and the slash of destruction met the previous tear, a lightning bolt of violence, shredding the gown from me.
With a savage snarl, he pushed it from my shoulders, leaving me as naked as him.
The moment my skin was bare, he spun me around and planted me on all fours.
I didn’t have time to dig my fingers into the sand for purchase before he was on me.
In me.
I screamed as he slid all the way inside.
“Your body knows the truth.”
And mine did.
The minute he entered me.
I knew.
Sully had been the caveman.
How he’d switched with the guest and been the one to fuck me, I didn’t know, but he did. I had to believe that. Had to trust that because if it wasn’t him, if it wasn’t the same man who’d given me the most pleasure I’d ever had, the man I’d fallen a little in love with…then how could I feel this way? How could I feel as if I’d been made for this man? How did our bodies fit so well together? How did our pleasure creep and crest at the exact same time?
How could my heart welcome him as if he was coming home? As if he belonged to me?