me back with vicious hands on my hipbones. I crashed into his lower belly, my ass sticking to his skin, our sweat mingling, his past climax musky and potent between my legs.
His belly kissed my ass as he speared as deep as he could go. He folded over me, a heavy blanket of persecution. For a heartbeat, we remained linked like that. Two naked people, sharing breath, life, and passion.
And then, he began to move.
Short, sharp stabs of his cock.
Shallow and quick, deep and powerful, a male driving into his chosen mate.
I gave up trying to hold myself upright, sinking my torso into the sand. Crystal granules stung my bloody cheek, heat from the island made my skin prickle, and the overwhelming sensitivity caused from being taken twice in as many minutes conjured a rabid orgasm to creep and slither through my blood.
I bit my lip as Sully’s pace increased; his breathing turned noisy as his fingernails dug into my hips.
“Fuck!”
His entire vocabulary had been reduced to that single word. I understood because I’d been there. While flying on the elixir high, I’d given up conversation for more basic forms of communication. I’d only remembered I could speak when the effects finally began to wane.
His thrusts scooted me through the sand, coating my hair and smearing my chest until I wore a new type of dress. A dress made up of the very thing his empire was founded on.
My release charged from teasing to tormenting, and my hand slipped between my legs.
I moaned loudly as I rubbed my clit in time to Sully’s thrusts.
But he roared and snatched my hand away, replacing my small fingers with his strong ones. “You want to come, Jinx? Fuck, I’ll make you come.” His hips pistoned deeper and faster, his fingers rubbing me with violence.
No finesse. No gentleness. Just crude possession of my most sensitive parts. The uncivilized way he spread and smeared me made my release curl into a thorny, horny bomb, its fuse hissing with fire, growing shorter and shorter the longer he fucked and grinded.
Claiming all of me, touching me, fucking me set off his second release.
His entire body jerked as his head fell backward, and he howled.
The ripple of his orgasm splashed inside, and that was the final strike I needed. I exploded outward. Fragmentizing until I was diamonds falling on the sand.
He spasmed as his climax wrung him dry, his body tumbling forward until his chest pressed against my back. His lips kissed between my shoulder blades. His breath panted on my spine.
He grew heavy. His cock remained hard inside me while aftershocks of my bliss milked him. We stayed like that for a minute, doing our best to calm tattered heartbeats and remember how to be human.
I waited for him to withdraw, to climb to his feet and continue carting me to wherever he needed to go. But his cock continued to throb inside me, and his hips pressed forward, inserting every remaining inch he could.
He took me for the third time in the exact same position without ever slipping free. His arm slid around me until his right hand fondled my breasts. One at a time, pinching my nipples, squeezing, he laid claim to both of them.
I whimpered and writhed beneath him as he kept me bound in such a prone position. I couldn’t get up. I couldn’t stop him. His entire body plastered over mine as his hips rocked with long, dominating strokes, filling me, sliding deeper than anyone thanks to his multiple releases and my shameless drenching of lust.
The noise of our coupling ought to be embarrassing—the joint wetness, the shared fluids, the most intimate of connections—but I only felt pride.
Pride that I was strong enough for this man to fuck.
Pride that I’d willingly drugged him to find out the truth.
And instead of just finding out one truth, I’d found two.
One, he did care for me.
Two, we’d been together before.
Under the guise of a fantasy bought by another guest.
But…Markus paid you with a diamond.
I turned icy as Sully continued to thrust into me, hammering deeper and deeper the more my mind tried to pluck holes in my confidence.
If I hadn’t slept with Markus, then why had he given me a diamond?
And if Sully had kept me for himself in the caveman illusion, how could he then give me to Roy Slater in his daughter-in-law daydream?
Frustrated tears glossed my eyes as Sully groaned and came again, pumping yet more of his essence within me.
How stupid that