Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I belonged to her.
And I basked in her ownership.
I let her fuck me.
I shuddered each time she rose up and grunted each time she sank deep.
We found a rhythm together.
A rocking, quivering rhythm where each time we joined, we convulsed in absolute bliss.
I’d gotten Euphoria all wrong.
It wasn’t about how willing the women were or how wet they could become.
It was about this.
Love.
That was the ultimate drug.
The only drug.
I was high on it.
I was addicted to her.
I would die in withdrawal if she ever took it away from me.
My collar slipped a little and my hands skated from her hipbones to her hair.
Her hair.
The hair I loved and couldn’t stop touching. I shivered as the strands cascaded over my wrists and tickled the tops of my thighs. I gasped as Eleanor picked up the pace, riding me with lust as well as love.
We lost ourselves in each other on the bare tiles of a virtual reality room.
No furs, no fires, no caves in the middle of nowhere.
Just bare bones of what hid behind illusions. The harness, the starkness, the emotionlessness of sex without a bond.
I cradled her back as she leaned away from me, her breasts on offer for me to kiss and bite. Her breathy groan when I sucked my way down her cleavage and inserted her nipple into my mouth made me jerk with the warning of an orgasm.
I wanted this to last.
I wanted to stay inside her forever.
But my tongue amplified Eleanor’s desire, making her hips rock faster, her mouth parting with a plea, “Harder, harder, please God, harder.”
And that was it for my threadbare self-control.
Pushing up with my legs, I clawed at the harness buckle to free her then tipped forward, doing my best to protect her back as we tumbled from sitting to lying. She winced as I splayed on top of her, my weight pinning her to the ground, my cock still deep inside.
We paused for a second, staring at each other.
Shock and suspicion bright in both of us that this was happening.
That we’d once been two people with our own lives spread before us and now none of that shit mattered. All that mattered was I was hers and she was mine and the rest of the noise…it was gone.
Insignificant and totally fucking worthless.
I thrust into her, driving her against unrelenting tile.
She moaned and wrapped her legs around my ass, spreading wide, giving everything to me.
We weren’t high on elixir. I wasn’t out of my mind with desire and she wasn’t on the cusp of death needing a release. This lust between us was pure and real and no matter what I conjured in a lab—no matter the properties and pleasures my elixir could combine—it would never match this.
Planting both hands by her ears, I drove upward, giving her what she wanted.
Harder.
Deeper.
Fuck!
Her fingernails scratched my spine as I fucked her with a violence that might seem primitive and barbaric, but really, I made love to her with every molecule of my body.
I couldn’t stop the rabid need to completely fill this woman.
I couldn’t slow down the desperate pumping as I rutted and groaned, pushing her along the floor with each thrust, so fucking thankful that she’d forgiven me.
She hadn’t said it in words, but I tasted her forgiveness in the very aura around us. I saw love shining in her beautiful eyes as I ducked to kiss her.
Our lips met just as Pika and Skittles shot into the VR room. Soaring and cawing, circling us from above while my body drove into Eleanor’s. From their point of view, they’d see two creatures blind to everything else but their own need. A tangle of body parts and rocking hips, of moans and groans and slippery flesh.
I fucking loved it.
I loved her.
My tongue plunged into her mouth, and her body bowed beneath mine. “Oh, God. Sully.” She gave in to her orgasm, kissing me back with primal possession and greedy tongue, all while her pussy milked my cock with intense waves of release.
I went with her.
I shuddered each time her climax fisted me.
I growled when my own ending rushed from my body in spurts of goddamn rapture. My body jerked with each pulse. I bit her throat as it grew far too intense. I crushed her and worshipped her and relished in the bruises I shadowed her with as they marked her as mine forever.
Our hearts thundered to the same erratic beat as desire hammered us into pieces.
With a final cry, she went lax beneath me, panting with exertion. I let my weight go, blanketing her, loving the heat of her, the wetness, the knowledge we’d done something that couldn’t be undone.
Our shared release left us limp and loose. Her hair looked like a million serpents covering the floor around us, and her hands stroked my spine as I returned to earth. Giving me gentle after I’d given her rough.