Either on land or sea by sex or gun, she’d just signed our death warrants because how the hell was I supposed to save her when she didn’t want to be saved?
Drake would be occupied for hours. Jealousy had sacrificed herself in Eleanor’s place. I’d killed four of his guards, but who knew how many were left.
The fact we’d gotten this far was a goddamn miracle.
I ran on the dregs of energy.
Tritec-87 had granted me accelerated healing and strength, but not enough to fight a demented creature thirsting for sex.
Every muscle fought a battle of sickness and salvation. My body needed nutrition and stamina. My eyes needed more medicine and rest. And my peace of mind needed to get Jinx off this goddamn island before it was too late.
But no.
She had to be drugged and as high as a motherfucking kite with lust.
And it wasn’t her fault.
It was mine.
I took full responsibility for this rescue disaster.
But I still cursed her inability to fight it. Still hated that she’d fed me elixir and shown me what sort of agony she drowned in. That I’d experienced the shame, the pain, the unstoppable drive for sex first-hand.
Of course, she couldn’t fight it.
I hadn’t been able to.
No one on this planet could win against a drug carefully designed to hijack the mental and nervous system of its host.
My lungs burned as we fought beneath the surface. She was like a fucking octopus with her hungry tentacles and eager hands. She’d hate herself for this. This wasn’t her. She’d curse every heartbeat because she was the sweetest, most caring person I knew.
I forgave her delays and demands even while I cursed her.
But her actions would kill us…
And I couldn’t permit that to happen.
I couldn’t let her be her own worst enemy.
Her legs tangled tighter with mine as she tried to swim around me. I kicked for the surface, breaking the seal and dragging a sharp breath into my lungs just as her lips wrapped around my cock.
Holy shit—
She sucked.
Hard.
She willingly drowned herself by blowing me.
Goddammit!
Dipping beneath the surface again, I pushed her mouth away, wincing at the threat of her teeth. She gasped as I yanked her from the depths. Water poured over her head, her hair rippled with the blackness of the tide. Her grey gaze reflected starlight with a manic kind of misery.
She’d never looked more stunning or so sad.
My chest ached for her. My cock throbbed for her. I cupped her cheeks as tenderly as I could, and whispered, “Please, Eleanor. Give me an hour. Swim with me. Ignore it. The minute we get to Lebah, I’ll fuck the ever-living elixir out of you. You have my word—”
Wrong thing to say.
She pounced on me like a water nymph.
We both plummeted beneath the surface again as her legs wrapped around my waist. She became an anchor, a snare I couldn’t get free from. Her pussy rubbed enticingly against my cock, making my hips thrust instinctually.
My bad leg bellowed as I kicked toward the surface. I did my best to focus on survival while her only capacity was for sex. I grunted as she worked her way up, looping her arms over my shoulders and pressing her clit against my cock.
Christ, she was hot. Hot and bothered and miserable.
“Eleanor. Stop—” I spluttered with a mouthful of salt as she totally ignored me and clawed my shoulders with greedy hands.
“I can’t stop. I’m sorry. So sorry!” She arched her hips, seeking the tip of me, trying to angle us together to copulate.
I hated that I was hard.
That even though I fought with every part of me to get her to safety, I still wanted this mad woman.
“Jinx…stop—ah, fuck.”
I bucked.
I groaned.
I no longer had any worries in my head as she slid me deep inside her. My belly clenched as natural needs took over. I drove upward even though I had no purchase to push against. Just water around us and a reef beneath us and sharks most likely circling me for dinner as my blood once again rang the dinner gong.
The level of insanity that she’d become made me doubt we’d ever get free. But for a blissful, brutal moment, I gave in as she locked her legs around my waist and sank down my final inches.
She shuddered with desire amplified by a million percent. Her pussy fisted me as she came just from having me inside her.
“Yes. Oh, God, yes!”
Her inner muscles milked me. She came over and over. Her breath caught; her torture tangled with despair as she was consumed by ecstasy.
Ecstasy that could very well be our demise.
I held her up the best I could until the end of her climax. I fought the need to chase my own, focused on getting her to safety rather than indulging in something that could get us both killed.