Page List


Font:  

Stepping into me, he pushed my cheek back against the tree.

The fact that he didn’t talk to me made everything so much more intense. I wasn’t a person to him right now; I was merely a vessel to spend his need.

With one hand buried in my hair, his free one fell to my pussy again, finding the hole he’d made in my gown, fingering me, spreading my desire. My hips arched, my body burned. He kept me trapped against the palm tree even as he stepped into me until his heat wedged entirely behind me.

His nudity burned through the jewels on my dress.

I mewled and spread my legs.

With a primitive roar, he ripped at the hole he’d made, grunting in triumph as the dress tore and tore. It cut into me as he yanked harder, destroying the train, ruining the tightness, making the beautiful gown hang off my hips in tatters.

The second he’d ripped enough to expose my naked ass, he kicked my legs farther apart, fisted my hair until my eyes watered, and then he mounted.

There was no foreplay.

No whispered sonnets.

No promises of forever.

Just him and me and a brutal, primordial thrust.

I screamed as his hard length pierced my body, plunging as deep as he could go.

He filled me so deep, so quick, tears spilled in ecstasy.

My cheek bruised and scraped against the palm tree as he drove into me. A single thrust that made us both grunt like animals.

I had never been so full, so wanted, so consumed.

He withdrew until his tip hovered at my entrance. A shuddery breath away from disengaging. He paused in torture, punishing both of us until a haggard groan spilled from his lips and he drove back inside.

Over and over.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

He fucked me against the palm tree until blood oozed on my cheek from the abrasive bark. He absolutely controlled me. I had no way of escape. My only task was to accept his brutal invasion and let him feast.

And feast he did.

He devoured me.

His teeth found the crook of my shoulder and sank deep. His chest echoed with gruff grunts each time he rutted into me. He strained against me, clung to me, bit me, and fucked me, and somehow made me feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

His thrusts grew shallow and quick, his teeth clutched harder, his fist pulled my hair, his first release stormed through him with thunderous need.

I screamed as his entire body jerked with the spurt of climax. His teeth pierced my skin at the same time, giving me pleasure and pain, a blend of the worst kind of elixir.

He lapped at the blood he’d drawn, then ripped his mouth away to dig his forehead into my nape, riding into me, his hands clamping on my hipbones to drag me back and deep.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He didn’t stop thrusting, driving every inch of his cock inside me.

While his orgasm tore him to shreds, I suffered my own annihilation.

Sully.

This.

The feel of him inside me. The heat and wetness of his 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.


Tags: Pepper Winters Goddess Isles Erotic