need. A fugue blew in like rainclouds, consuming rational thoughts, descending me into hell.
The fire in my balls returned. The excruciating drive to grab her, impale her, and fuck her until I came again and again and again.
Christ!
Bending over, I clutched my thighs, trying to breathe and return to humanity. To shed the filth inside me and forget about the salacious, suggestive seduction to just use her.
Use her and discard her.
Fuck her.
Kill her.
Do whatever I goddamn wanted.
No matter how deep I breathed, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop the obscene scream for sex. I was way too fucking aroused. Way too fucking hard. Way too lost to stop.
“Sully…it’s okay,” Eleanor held up her hand. She stepped toward me, her lithe body swollen and ready for mine.
It would be so easy to grab her and slip inside her again. To claim the final holes I hadn’t taken. To make her mine forever.
But if I let myself fall again, I might not wake up in time. I might remain in the elixir’s claws all while I suffocated her.
“Stay back.” My voice echoed with my past self but hissed with dangerous bloodshed. “Go away. Get as far away from me as you can.”
Before she could argue, I broke into a run.
My villa wasn’t far.
If she wouldn’t run, I would.
I could get there before I drowned again.
Please.
Grabbing my cock so the fucking thing didn’t hurt any more than it already did, I threw myself into the fastest sprint I could.
“Sully…wait!”
Eleanor’s surprised shout followed me into the shadows, chasing me around corners as I bolted toward my sanctuary.
With each stride, I did my best to stay sane. With each pump of my overworked heart, I willed my body to beat the treacherous elixir.
But my willpower was not enough. I was a weak fucking idiot who thought he could play god with a person’s nervous system and not pay the price.
The price for me was hurting the one woman I cared for.
And I’d done it while getting off on the best fucking sex I’d ever had.
Sex.
Christ, yes.
I needed it.
Craved it.
My run turned to a crippling trip, and I fell to my knees in the sand.
My hand went from holding my cock in protection to jerking it with nasty assault. The sand on my sensitive skin only added another element of pain to my pleasure, and the ever-ready orgasm shot up my legs, into my balls, and jettisoned out my tip.
I groaned and tipped forward, digging my free hand into the sand to stay upright while my other continued to pump. The sensation of coming stole air from my lungs and vision from my eyes, but only a single drop of semen shot out.
One drop.
My fourth orgasm and already my balls were dry.
The moment the teeth-clenching release let me go, I looked over my shoulder with manic hope that Eleanor had followed me. That she’d appear from the shadows and fall before me in servitude.
I’d grab her hair, I’d hold her down, I’d shove my cock down her throat.
Shit.
Lurching to my feet, I started running again.
Hopefully toward my villa but I honestly didn’t know. I didn’t trust that I had control. Didn’t believe I had anything good left inside me.
I got farther than my first attempt before the next release punished me. I exploded from the undergrowth, finding the natural oasis formed by Nirvana.
The waterfall splashed with heavy droplets and a hundred sparkling rainbows. The sun beamed down, heating the small utopia to unbearable levels. Jasmine vines hung in the boughs of frangipani trees. Butterflies fluttered in the light. Green moss softened sharp rocks with a gentle carpet.
It was paradise.
And I was the devil in its midst.
My naked skin burned up.
My hair dripped wet with sweat.
And once again, I crumpled to my knees as another crippling command to come made me masturbate in agony.
My balls had almost crawled inside me, their tightness throbbing with misery. The delicate skin on my cock was covered in abrasions thanks to sand and repetitive sex.
But I didn’t care about any of that. All I cared about—all I could think about was chasing that shimmering, shattering climax.
I grunted with each pull on my cock. My hips worked into my hand. I lost all resemblance of a man as I gasped and cursed, bowing over as I came for the fifth time.
Not even a droplet this time.
Just dry pulsing pleasure and a cock that no longer severed any purpose other than to torture me.
As the final wave receded, my strength