“I want to go swimming.” Sully fell sideways, pulling me with him off the deck.
Chapter Forty-One
I WASN’T PROUD OF what happened next.
I didn’t mean to pull Eleanor into Nirvana or instantly paw at her the second we broke the surface.
I’d grown hard while confessing my undying allegiance to my wife-to-be while talking to my new father-in-law. My cock had ached as my mind filled with indecent thoughts the longer I envisioned her as my wife with my ring upon her finger.
I didn’t have any control as I hung up, grabbed my gorgeous goddess, and tossed us both into the pool.
The exquisite sensation of cool water against my sticky skin was a new kind of aphrodisiac—not that I needed any more stimulation.
I was almost out of control.
Clinging to the final shred of my sanity.
The tiny shred of decency so I didn’t take her by force but well and truly mad with every lust I’d bottled up over the past month.
I wanted her.
Christ, I wanted her.
I needed her to cure me.
Sinking to the bottom, I grazed the boulders below with my toes, keeping my shoulders and head above water. Eleanor couldn’t reach, and she kicked against me, trying to swim out of my rabid embrace. Water sluiced down her hair, darkening her coffee strands to obsidian; the moonlight turned grey eyes into glittering galaxies.
She was, in one word, incredible.
“Sully, I don’t know what’s gotten into you but—Oh, God.”
She bowed in my arms as I ran my hand over her breast, undid the knot of her bikini against her spine, then dove my fingers between her legs.
She jolted against me as I shoved aside her bikini briefs and rubbed her clit.
“I need you, Jinx.”
“But we made a deal—”
I inserted one finger inside her, just to the first knuckle, dipping in and out, learning I wasn’t the only one in a constant state of arousal. Her wetness was so much thicker than the pool, so much hotter and sexier and fuck me, I couldn’t wait.
Kicking off the bottom, I swam with her in my arms.
My pinned together ankle hurt the most, followed by the torn muscle of the harpoon scar and a slight throb in my femur and tibia. But the pain was nothing compared to a month ago. I was getting stronger. My heart hadn’t skipped a beat in weeks, and I’d put the weight on that I’d lost.
There was no need to wait anymore.
No need to put ourselves through this torture.
“I’m not going to die on you, Eleanor.” I bit her ear as I found the shelf by the shore and fell to my knees on the gravelly bottom. Turning her around, I ensured her legs also met stable surface before I pulled her back against my chest and untied the strings of her bikini on her hips.
Naked.
Fuck me, naked, and wet and all fucking mine.
“I need you. Christ, I’ve never been so hard in my life.” I ran my throbbing cock up and down her crack. I almost came from that friction alone. I’d never gone so long without a release. Never wanted a girl this badly, only for her to deny me. “I’ll die if you don’t let me have you—you’re saving my life literally by opening your legs.”
She scoffed, her tone breathy and as hungry as me. “Twisting this around won’t make me—” She bucked against my hand as I speared two fingers inside her. “God, Sully...you’re—”
“I’m?” I bit her ear again, nuzzling her wet hair off her neck and sinking my teeth into her throat. “I’m mad for you? Starving for you? I’m driving my fingers inside you because I can’t bear not to touch you?” I rocked against her, ignoring Pika as he skimmed over the water, investigating why I suddenly decided to try to drown my chosen mate.
“What if something happens—”
“Nothing is going to happen apart from the best fucking orgasm of our lives.” I fingered her harder, rubbing her clit with my thumb, shuddering with greed as her inner muscles squeezed around my intrusion.
“Say yes. Say yes and I’ll be inside you. I’ll fuck you until you scream. I’ll show you just how alive I am...thanks to you.”
“But—” Her moan cut her off as I added a third finger. “Oh, fuck me...”
“Yes, please. Goddammit, yes please.” I bit her neck again, so fucking close to taking her without her simple agreement. She wanted me. She would welcome me and forgive me.
But...I wouldn’t do that.
I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from coming tonight, but it was her decision if it would be against her ass or deep inside her.
She shifted in my arms, her hand shooting behind and latching around my cock.
“Holy fuck, Jinx.” I thrust into her hand, driving every inch to slip through the fist she’d made. “Tell me if I can have you. Otherwise, I’ll come right here, right now.”
With the most erotic groan I’d ever heard, she murmured, “You can have me. Just promise—”
I didn’t hear the rest.
Ripping my fingers from her pussy, I knocked away her hand and ducked to find her entrance.
She swayed in my arms as the water currents licked around us.
She screamed as I speared upright, impaling myself hilt deep inside her in one thrust.
“Oh, shit.” Eleanor’s cry echoed around my utopia, amplified by the pool and deafened by the waterfall.
This was impulsive.
This was reactive.
This was fucking fantastic and fleeting.
Gripping her by the nape, I thrust into her. My knees dug into gravel, and my other arm wrapped tight around her waist, keeping her prone and at my mercy.
She screamed again as I lost myself.
I dropped all barriers.
I cut through every rope and chain imprisoning me.
I drove every part of me inside her. My balls smashed against her clit. My teeth sank into her throat. And I gave myself over to the overwhelming need to mount and claim and ruin.
I wanted this to hurt.
I needed to feel pain because Eleanor had the magic to rip apart my ribcage and sink her fangs into my heart.
I might be taking from her.
I might be setting the feral pace and pounding every piece of me inside her, but she was the one who ruled me.
She always would, and I honestly didn’t know how to fucking deal with that.
I snarled as my pace turned demented.
She groaned and gasped.
Water splashed around us.
Savage snarls tumbled from my mouth.
My heart reminded me that it’d tried to kill me a few weeks ago and could still achieve such a tragedy.
But I ignored it.
I ignored everything apart from the hot welcome of Eleanor and the fisting fury in my balls.
She felt so good.
Too good.
Fuck, I was lucky.
So unbelievably, goddamn lucky.
Eleanor detonated first. Her climax shattered her one vertebra at a time—snapping her rigid in my arms. Wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through her body, milking my length.
“Christ, woman.”
My own release began like a thunderstorm.
Black clouds.
Rumbling thunder.
Wind and rain and lightning bolts.
And it ended as a hurricane, slashing through my belly, ripping out my past, hurling me into the future, carving me out with every jet of pleasure.
I came longer and harder than I had in memory.
I jerked and gasped until black spots danced on my vision and I struggled to stay coherent.
I gave everything I was, and fuck, it was worth it.
The sense of peace that cloaked us as we switched from animals to lovers was thick and cloying and better than any anaesthesia.
Eleanor pulled forward, disengaging our link and twirling to face me.
She swam against me, cupped my cheeks, and kissed me.
We kissed as our breathing evened out and
our tongues switched from hunting to caressing.
We kissed until her lips twitched and she whispered, “Well, you’re still alive which I’m grateful for but...”
I pulled away, bewitched by her. Once again seeing the invisible crown she always wore. This time it dripped with waterfall droplets and moss from nearby rocks. She looked like a nymph, sea siren, and witch all in one.
“But?” I asked, unable to stop touching her, kissing the corner of her mouth.
My cock twitched for a second round but my stamina had reached critical fatigue. I’d be lucky to stay awake until we crashed into bed.
“It’s night-time, Sully, and there are Komodo dragons in this pool.” Laughing softly, she swam out of my reach and stood. Water licked down her breasts, swirling around her flat stomach, hiding the rest of her. “I like my toes, and I like that thing between your legs that most likely looks pretty tasty to a toothed lizard in the dark.” Wading toward the shore, she blew me a kiss. “Let’s go to bed...I have other plans for you.”
* * * * *
I woke up with my heart in my throat and an edge of panic on my peripheral.
Sitting up in bed, I groaned at my aching body. Every part of me pounded from my toes to the top of my head. I’d overdone it last night. I’d pushed boundaries that I wasn’t ready to cross.
But I would do it all over again because I’d finally had her.
We’d reconnected, and my lust had become another tool that I would use to get better as soon as humanly possible.
Sighing, I looked at the shadow beside me.
The lightening horizon said dawn was close by, giving enough light to reveal Eleanor still dreamed peacefully. She was naked with her hair strewn like velvet ribbon around her. Pika and Skittles snoozed on the edge of her pillow while Eleanor lay half on her stomach and half on her side, her leg raised, revealing the inner privacy between her legs.
My cock twitched.
My mouth watered to roll her onto her back and wake her up with my tongue buried in her pussy. But something had woken me. Something that still whispered on my hazy thoughts.
I’d had a nightmare...a vision of losing her in another bombing of Serigala. Only difference was, the bomb was dropped on this island. I’d lost her. I’d held her remains in my hands as her lifeless eyes stared back at me.
Fuck.
Rubbing my face, I pinched the bridge of my nose, cursing the fear still in my thoughts. I supposed it would take time for my mind to heal as well as my body.
Drake was dead.
That Q bastard was mollified.
Cal had restored the sensors and snares hidden around the reef.
No matter what happened, I would always protect Eleanor—by shield, sword, or my soul. If she died, it would be an impossible task for me to continue so I might as well die in her stead.
Cricking my neck and doing my best to dispel unhappy thoughts, I massaged the areas of healing bone in thigh and shin where aching had magnified. My legs still looked fucking horrendous, but I’d proven Louise’s predications wrong by walking in a month instead of two.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t deny that it cost me a lot. Christ, the walk from Nirvana—along the shore, and back into my villa—had taxed me to the point where I almost asked Eleanor to go get Cal to carry my ass.
If it hadn’t been for her and the stick she’d found for me to use as a crutch, I would’ve happily slept outside with the Komodo dragons.
Sitting in the dark, I stared at her. I ran my gaze along the sensual curve of her back and the mounds of her ass. When we’d first met, I’d seen a stunning girl who’d enticed and intoxicated me. Now, I saw a queen who I kept falling in love with. Each time I found out something new about her, I slipped further. Each time she let down her guard and said something stupid or made a face or mocked me with sarcasm, I became hers until not a single shred belonged to me anymore.
Tonight, I’d walked farther than I had since Geneva with broken bones and a hole in my thigh, and I was closer to my goal. She’d carried a lot of my weight with no complaint. She’d accepted my flaws with no judgment.
She never said no to me.
No matter if it taxed her or shoved her well past her comfort zones.
She was mine, and I was sick of waiting to make it official.
Grabbing my phone from the side table, I settled back against the pillows and pulled up the contact details for an event planner in Java. Normally, I used their services for guest stays in mainland hotels before they were flown to my shores. Occasionally, I’d enlisted them to host a few of my corporate contacts if flying to the States wasn’t possible.
Now, they had a new task.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Wedding
Hello Jaya,
Please arrange a celebrant, bridal gown fitting the girl in the attached photo, and basic decorations for a beach wedding in six days. Catering will be done in-house. Small ceremony. Vows will be supplied. Please ensure no expense is spared on the dress but the rest...it’s merely perfunctory.
I have faith that you will deliver another perfect event.
A helicopter will collect you, the celebrant, and items at seven p.m. the night before.
Kind regards,
Sullivan Sinclair
A smile twitched my lips as Eleanor shifted beside me, her gentle sigh making my heart fist. She slept beside me still bearing the name Grace. Unlike so many unfortunate surnames, that one suited her. She was the very embodiment of elegance and beauty. But in six days, she would become a Sinclair.
Eleanor Jinx Sinclair.
Sharing in my sin for eternity.
I went to turn off my phone, only for it to vibrate with two new messages.
One from Jaya and her planning company confirming my requests and another one from a friend who had perfect timing.
To: [email protected]
From [email protected]
Subject: Ring
Sullivan,
Your rings are finished and are flying to you as we speak. I took the liberty of fashioning a male version of the wedding band, so your wife-to-be has something to claim you as hers in return. There’s something about seeing a diamond flash on your finger, knowing that it chains you to her, that soothes a man’s soul. I know it did for me, and I expect the same for you.
Wish we could be there to share in your day, but I expect details when you visit Hawksridge next.
Until then, stay safe and congratulations to you and Mrs. Sinclair.
P.S. Nila sends her apologies that she couldn’t design a dress in time.
Jet
Chapter Forty-Two
“SULLY IS ACTING WEIRD.”
Jess chuckled from where she did her exercises on the deck of Cal’s villa. “What do you mean weird? Isn’t he always weird? You know...weirder than say a normal boyfriend working in an office who likes slabs of cow for dinner?”
Even though she broke her coma before Sully had, she hadn’t gained her mobility as fast. She could stand and walk now, but not for long periods. Unlike Sully, who had the relentless need to walk on his own so he could marry me as fast as possible, Jess had a man who enjoyed doting on her.
It was Cal’s fault she hadn’t progressed as quickly, seeing as he carried her most places now that his own wounds had become background noise, and they’d fooled around for the first time a week ago. Jess hadn’t gone into intimate details, but she had shared enough for me to blush next time I saw Cal. After all, we were goddesses who’d shared elixir, seen each other naked, and regaled tales of our Euphoria aftermath.
Cal, according to Jess, was surprising in bed. He had his own deviant desires but preferred to focus entirely on her until she was boneless from countless orgasms before tending to his own wants.
I’d wanted to ask how an orgasm felt, now she’d had a forced hysterectomy, but I kept such questions silent, especially after she admitted sleeping with Ca
l would have to wait a bit longer for her inner wounds to fully heal and her patience was already thin.
Thanks to Jess’s divulgence, though, I now felt like I knew Cal on a deeper level. It stripped away the final wariness between us and firmly placed him in my favourite bunch of people. He might take a while to warm up to strangers, but he was loyal and kind, and I could see why Sully had kept him around.
I paced around Jess as she did squatting exercises, clinging onto the deck chair as she rebuilt withered thigh muscles. The big scar on her belly from Drake’s bullet was hidden by her loose-fitting navy and white pinstripe dress.
“He can walk on his own now, did you know that?” I ran a hand through my hair, wishing I’d tied it off my shoulders with how brilliant the sun shone today. My candy pink sundress seemed far too heavy for the heat. “He still has to use his cane, but he can walk around the villa and partly down the path. If Louise and her doctors hadn’t flown back to Geneva yesterday, she’d probably spank him and send him to bed.”
My thoughts flew after the doctor and her team. I owed Louise more than I could ever repay. Thanks to her tireless efforts and in-home care, she was the reason Sully had returned to me. She deserved every priceless gift.
Luckily, Sully had been of the same opinion, and had paid her and her colleagues a bonus that could enable them to retire if they wanted. We’d all agreed to stay in touch and given an open-ended invitation to return to Goddess Isles for a vacation anytime she wanted.
Jess giggled. “If anyone is spanking that man, it better be you. He’d tear anyone else’s arm off.”
I smirked. “I think he’d tear even my arm off.”
“Oh, you might be surprised.” She winked. “To the world, he’s the dominant asshole, cutthroat in every area, but when he looks at you...you could do whatever you damn well wanted to him and get away with it.”
“Maybe on our wedding night, I’ll tie him up and see how far that theory goes.”
She laughed, wiping away the beads of sweat on her forehead. Sitting down onto the same chair she’d been using as support, she got her breath back. “Back to the topic. Why do you think he’s acting weird just because he can walk on his own now?”
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