Goddess isles boxed set, p.26
Goddess Isles Boxed Set, page 26
With Herculean effort, I pushed myself off the ground and swivelled until I sat on my knees to face him. My breasts rose and fell with tattered breath, and even now, even after two of the most blistering orgasms of my life, I still needed more. The ache still brewed in my teeth and fingertips. My skin still sparked with sex and sickness. My heart skipped and tripped; unable to find a calming beat, it settled for mayhem instead.
He sat on his knees too, his cock still hard, glistening with our mixture. Angry and veiny, threatening me as much as tormenting me. “So?” He raised an eyebrow, playing with me.
Our gazes collided, and I swallowed back loathing, disgust, and, most of all, shame. I was ashamed of what I was. Mortified that I’d allowed him inside me without even knowing his name or his past or if he was safe to be with in this manner.
But Sully had said his elixir eradicated shame. That it freed us from the rules and barriers we’d put on ourselves. So why did I still fight?
Why, even though my body had given in...why did my mind still revolt?
My hands curled, and a flash as bright as a burning comet blazed with temper. I hated Sully. I hated what he’d made me become. That he believed I’d enjoy this.
Enjoy what exactly?
Being stuffed in some otherworldly dimension with a caveman who’d just taken his fill? Who already looked ready to take me some more? Or the fact that I already squirmed in place, fighting the urge to touch myself, biting my cheeks to ward off the overwhelming need to stick my fingers inside me and come.
Again.
Again.
With a sigh, I dropped my chin so my hair curtained all around me. Each strand had a tongue, licking my sweaty skin. Each crackle from the fire had heat, stroking me. Each icy breeze from behind the fur entrance had fangs, lacing me with frost, only to melt with my desire.
“You can talk to me...here, in this place.”
My hands balled as I looked up. My fingernails sliced into my palms, and instead of wincing in pain, I stifled a moan of drunken desire. Pain matched other pain. Bruises would help ease some of the deliria inside me.
“I’m no longer crying.” I stiffened, sitting prim even as my hips moved to a silent erotic beat.
He reached forward. I flinched back. He still caught me, running his callused thumb over my cheekbone and revealing a droplet of salt. “You are.”
I swiped under my eyes, my fingertips coming away wet. “I’m not crying...not by choice, anyway.”
“Yet sadness continues to fall.”
“It’s madness...not sadness.” I dropped my hand, expecting it to land as I wanted it to on my lap. But the elixir had other plans, hijacking my control, planting it over my breast instead.
I moaned loudly as I pinched my nipple, and the need to be filled again descended over me like a black thunderstorm. A cloud with no visibility or reason, crackling with electricity, filled with the power to maim.
The shame I felt popped like tiny bubbles. The fight I clung to vanished under the cloak of heavy lust. I was sucked down, down, down...back into the singular obsession of need.
He noticed my downfall and pounced on my weakness. Pushing my hand from my breast, he cupped the weight in his massive palm. He kneaded me, and my tears fell harder.
“I hate this.” My teeth bared with truth, but my body swayed into him, relinquishing to my lies. “I don’t...” I cried out as his other hand traced the wetness between my legs. My hips shot forward, seeking more.
“Are you so sure you hate this?” Pulling me forward by my nipple, he ran his nose along my chin to the dip of my collarbone. “I can make you feel better.” He licked me, worshipped me.
I mumbled something I couldn’t articulate. Words no longer inhabited my brain. Only sex. Only raw, basic coupling.
His arm wrapped around my waist, dragging me from my knees and positioning me over his lap. His cock pulsed upright, ready to claim me again.
“You have the choice,” he whispered, husky and harsh in my ear. I shivered as he licked my lobe, biting it gently. “Sit on me...or don’t. Use me...or use yourself.” His body trembled with barely held restraint. “I have all night to fuck you. So...I’ll be generous and let you fuck me instead.” His eyes flashed with brittle obsidian, looking down at my pussy, spread and bare above his erection.
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, groaning under his breath, but he didn’t try to force me down. He trembled and waited, staying true to his word.
My thighs spread, wanting him despite my still struggling mind. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders, wrenching a hiss from him.
I became transfixed on his mouth. On the roughness of his jaw. On the softness of his lips. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, making me gasp.
I’d never seen something so enticing, never had a full-body clench just from looking at a man’s mouth before. His large hands walked slowly up my spine, then dived into my hair and threaded strands over strong fingers. He held me captive, but he still didn’t push me onto his cock.
Instead, he pulled me forward, inch by inch, gentle but authoritative. “Is that what you want?” he murmured, bringing me closer and closer. “A kiss?”
I shivered.
Goosebumps speckled my flesh. I almost came just from the word.
How?
Why did a kiss have such power over me?
Why did tears slip down my overheated cheeks at the very thought of being set free by something so normal?
Pulling me the final distance, he brushed my nose with his. Once, twice. Our foreheads pressed together. Our eyes locked.
And I lost myself to him.
I lost because of the depth within his stare. He wasn’t just a man here to fuck a tied-up, confused, scared, and forcibly-horny girl. He was here because he wanted what I did. He wanted to let go and find salvation in connection. To transcend simple sex and share something on an instinctual level.
Sucking in a breath, I sank down of my own volition.
Sliding over his thighs, my mouth opened wide as his hard length slipped inside me.
His fingers pulsed in my hair, holding tight. His chest rose and fell with shallow sips of air. And we both released a soul-deep groan as I sheathed him completely within me.
His flesh within mine.
His vulnerability mirroring mine.
His hunger matching mine.
I hadn’t expected this. To find a moment’s peace in the arms of a total stranger.
“What’s your name?” I moaned, drunk on the size of him, intoxicated by the fierce way he held me.
His hips soared forward, stabbing his erection deeper. “I’m yours.”
I cried out, only to have his mouth capture mine.
“Just like you’re mine.” He fed the words into my mouth, kissing me brutally deep.
The second his tongue pierced my lips, I spindled outward.
My third orgasm caught me completely by surprise, but in a way, I should’ve expected it. To know that I lived on the permanent edge of shattering.
His tongue swept deeper, kissing me ruthlessly. My eyes rolled back, and my internal muscles squeezed his cock in reply, in welcome.
I came.
Over and over, wave after wave, heaven and ecstasy all in one.
He vibrated around me, his rhythm staying fierce and deep, thrusting into me even as I came apart. His kiss never stopped, his tongue tasting all my shadows, his teeth biting my bottom lip, his finesse as archaic as mine.
Wrapping my arms around his head, I deepened the kiss.
With every minute that ticked past, each rock of our bodies and tangle of our tongues, my mind gave up its fight to boycott this illusion.
It accepted that the fire was real, the cave was real, this man was real.
Sully and his Goddess Isles had been the dream. The nightmare.
I accepted that my world was no longer firmly based in truth but had deviated into nonsensical.
And that was okay.
Because I couldn’t keep fighting anymore.
My strength had popped. My disbelief fading beneath the pulsing demand of my body.
And with that freedom, the second part of elixir came into effect.
First, it stole my senses. It made sex my only reason for existing. But the second part, the part that hadn’t occurred when I’d been alone in my villa, sobbing in agony and struggling to relieve myself, cannonballed through my ribcage.
Peace.
The final tethers of society’s requirements, the mess of political correctness, and the strain of living in a world filled with stresses fell away.
I found freedom.
True freedom.
Freedom from my own thoughts and expectations. Freedom from my need to run from this because it was wrong.
It wasn’t wrong.
I chose it.
I chose to unzip the body of a girl who’d been terrified and stolen and, instead, stepped into the goddess Sully wanted me to be.
I didn’t do it for him.
I didn’t even do it for me.
I did it because it offered such tranquillity to the pandemonium in my heart.
Our kiss set fire to every cuff and leash I’d wrapped around myself and incinerated them to dust. Its flames reached deep into my core, to the nest of monsters with their demon blood-red eyes whose only creation was to climax, and burned their cage to the ground, encouraging a fourth release to curl my toes and make me buckle in the man’s arms.
He held me closer, driving into me.
The rhythmic clenches of my orgasm weren’t as severe as the previous three, granting a breather from the overwhelming intensity, but it did grant a strange kind of gift.
Somehow, I eclipsed my basic existence of a girl being devoured by a caveman and hovered as an entity above us.
I saw myself as an outsider would.
I watched a lusty woman rock on the lap of an equally lusty man.
I witnessed the straining and coupling of two creatures who didn’t give a fuck what the world thought of them. In their cave, they were safe to be who they wanted and do what they needed.
She looked like a queen. A wild-haired, sensually savage queen while he looked like a barbarian. A gladiator with scars and tragedies, his prowess and power fogging the rustic cave around them.
He was unconquerable. Huge and hulking, muscled and mighty, but he held the woman, he held me, as though I granted his every wish and dream.
Sully was right.
Euphoria wasn’t the magic his guests paid for.
It was the goddess they were paired with.
Me.
I was the alchemist, the priestess, and the witch.
And the man was utterly under my spell, just as I was under his.
I groaned as he arched his hips with thick desire, making my skin heat and thoughts scatter. As I let go of ideas and conclusions, I suffered a final realisation, the last shocking truth.
I was worshipped.
Wanted.
Priceless.
I threw my head back and gave in.
* * * * *
Time lost all power in our faraway cave.
My fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth orgasm were delivered in quick succession. Falling like ill-spent coins, glittering and spinning, crashing and bouncing on the floor.
Each one manipulated my system until my heart thudded sporadically and my nervous system threatened to shut down.
Too much.
Too intense.
Too often.
But I couldn’t stop it.
We were just as bad as the other.
Exploding in pleasure, only to begin the climb again the moment we went lax. After he’d taken me from behind and over his lap, he pushed me possessively onto the thick pile of furs.
The exquisite sensation of soft plushness made more tears spring to my eyes. Tears full of gratitude that such softness existed. My tears soon turned to pleas for another release as the coiling, curdling want drove me mad.
The man mounted me again, sliding in deep until he pushed my hips into the ground.
He drove into me, wedged high on his hands and looking down at me prone beneath him. The darkness of his gaze hid the depths I’d seen before. But it didn’t mean I couldn’t sense how he felt. Somehow, someway, he’d not only given me his body but his heart too.
I knew that.
Without any doubt or question, this scary prehistoric man had fallen in love with me.
I tasted it in each kiss. I heard it in each groan. I saw it in the way he watched me come undone, and how his fingers still bruised me, his cock still owned me, yet he wanted more than just my body.
He drove into me with single-minded determination, as if he could crack me open and claim my soul. With each thrust, his eyes glowed with warmth and undying need. He stared at me as if he wanted to kill me for making him weak.
The complex riot of emotions he suffered made me quake outward, moaning as my body wrung out every heavenly pulse.
I was too drunk on elixir to question how our hearts had become entangled. Too at the mercy of primal greed to fully understand.
All I knew was that each time we came together, each touch and kiss, we created our own little universe. And as more time poured its sand through whatever hourglass that’d trapped us in this place, we lost ourselves further.
This drive between us had started as animalistic need, poured down my throat against my will, but now we shared a startling intimacy.
A communion that sent electricity crackling from his fingers into my skin. Connection that linked us by golden, gleaming strings, bringing us together again and again.
* * * * *
My ninth orgasm was spent on his tongue.
The huge breadth of his shoulders wedged between my thighs. His face between my legs. I combusted under his teeth as he bit me. I jerked his hair as he inserted three fingers. I screamed as he feasted.
* * * * *
My tenth release came from his voice alone.
Tucked against his body, allowing us time to scoop up our shattered pieces, he kissed my temple, and whispered, “You are incomparable. I can’t stop wanting you. I want to live inside you forever.”
My core used his words as a literary phallus, feathering and flexing, granting me yet another pleasure-pain explosion.
* * * * *
My eleventh climax came from his sudden aggression.
Plucking me from the fur-cosy bed, he scooted me down his body. I shivered where he touched me. I arched my spine and rolled my hips for him to mount, but he gritted his teeth, wrapped his fist in my hair, and slowly but fiercely pushed my mouth to his groin.
“Suck me. Fuck...suck me.”
His teeth sank into his bottom lip as I obeyed.
He grunted as my lips encircled him, and my tongue slipped down his salty length. My hair tumbled around me as his fingers spasmed with bliss.
The power of sucking him.
The beauty of looking up the chiselled belly of a man on the brink of erotic violence made my body fragment. I spindled and pulverised, coming in bursting waves of shivers and spice.
* * * * *
My twelfth, thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth orgasm were spent in an interlude of dreamy passion.
After we traded mutual fellatio and the sensuous grinding of missionary, we flopped beside each other. Surrounded by furs and fire, we rested for a while, staring at the ceiling and its network of cracks and waterlines, doing our best to recover.
But our breathing remained uneven. Our awareness of each other far too intense.
I wanted to relax. I rubbed at my heart to stop skipping with its unnatural beat, but it was no use. I shook from an overloaded system. I grew weak from using up all my reserves.
I wanted to sleep, but my core still ached to release. My body hadn’t reached satisfaction. I was still a slave to Sully’s nightmarish elixir.
It was me who initiated the next round.
Me who rolled on top of him while he lay with his eyes closed and shaggy hair strewn on the furs.
Me who straddled him, cupped him, and inserted him deep inside me until his belly tensed with need. I rocked my hips, digging my fingernails into his chest as I crashed through another two releases.
He kept his eyes closed as if he didn’t have the willpower to watch me use him. As if he didn’t want to give me the final pieces of whatever shattered heart still tinkled behind his ribs.
But I stole them anyway.
Because I was his goddess.
And that was my elixir-granted magic.
* * * * *
My sixteenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth release arrived in a flux of fierce ferocity.
I’d crawled from the furs, seeking another kind of need. For the first time in hours, my body craved something other than sex. The elixir finally lost its tenacious grip, and thirst for water became paramount.
The leather cuff around my ankle scuffed the earthen floor as I traversed to the side of the cave and collected a rudimentary carved cup. Not far from the pile of utensils waited a large shallow dish, catching the drip, drip, drip of water trickling down the cave’s walls.
Scooping up a cupful, I drank the icy refreshment all in one go.
The chill hit my stomach, making me shiver.
The ability to feel other sensations other than desire made relief roll my shoulders.
I was sore and tired. My heart still felt strange, and my limbs shook from exhaustion. If the elixir was wearing off, could that mean I’d soon be freed from this place?
Would the caveman disappear, and I’d wake up in Sully’s arms on his Indonesian Islands? Would I still be his prisoner?
I ran my hands through my hair, pulling on the length, trying to hasten the process. Now I was no longer the elixir’s wanton slave, I blinked with remembrance...and shame.
Scott.
Oh, my God.
Scott.
I’d slept with another man.
No, not just slept.
I’d devoured another man.
We’d explored each other’s bodies to the point where I’d memorised every inch of his erection, his belly, his chest, his face. He’d tasted me, been inside me. He’d claimed me more thoroughly than anyone before him.
