Indebted Epilogue (Indebted #7)

by Pepper Winters

  Words.

  Words weren’t allowed when all I wanted was emotion.

  She could talk to me but in silent form. She could beg me but only in her mind. I would hear. I would understand. And I would fucking deliver every command she decreed.

  My lips captured hers again. My mind focused on nothing but the rhythmic strokes of her taste, her fingernails slicing down my spine for more.

  Somehow, our legs entwined, our arms plaited, our entire bodies fought to get closer. Her legs spread wider, her knees nudging mine as she cradled me between them.

  I wanted her like that.

  I wanted her rough. Gentle. Safe. Dangerous.

  But in that second, I needed her brutal.

  She needed me to bite her?

  Well, I needed to fuck her.

  Shooting upward, I grabbed her hot skin, flipping her onto her front. “Tell me now if this is going to be a problem.”

  Sitting on her knees, she arched her spine, standing on all fours. The dip of her spine blew my fucking mind, the crack of her arse leading the way to the hottest wettest cunt I’d ever had.

  Looking over her shoulder, her lips burned bright red, swollen from our kisses. Her face flushed pink from her orgasm and her thoughts…they gave me complete freedom to take her like this.

  She wanted it.

  “You want to be ridden?”

  She bit her lip, her teeth indenting the red flesh. “More than anything.”

  Swallowing a possessive growl, I clamped one hand on her hips and the other around my cock. Yanking her backward, I positioned myself to line up perfectly.

  As her entrance locked over the crown of my cock, I couldn’t see. My eyes short-circuited as insane bliss catapulted down my dick and into my balls.

  I had her in my arms, and yet, somehow, I still expected her to vanish.

  She was everything I ever dreamed of. I couldn’t help fearing she’d be gone when I woke. I’d find she never existed and this was all a terrible fantasy.

  But then she rocked backward, sliding her pussy down my length. Her spine rolled, her head folding toward the bed. “More.”

  Shit, I’d give her more.

  I’d give her everything.

  Thrusting upward, her body offered no barrier as I filled her completely. Her previous orgasm slicked and prepared her. I didn’t have to worry about being gentle or slow. I could climb inside and take everything she offered.

  Leaning forward, I wrapped my arm around her chest. My hand grabbed her dangling breasts, squeezing the weight. My mouth found her spine, kissing the beads of her bones, thrusting again and again.

  Opening myself to every thought of Nila's, I felt her gratitude, her love, her desire. I felt her happiness, her singular concentration on me inside her, and the quietness that being together brought.

  Biting her waist, I continued to thrust upward. My hips rocking to a punishing rhythm, forcing Nila to match my pace, slamming us together, keeping our bodies joined.

  “Fuck, you feel so good.” I kissed and bit her, driving myself insane with sensation. “I want to come all over you. In you. On you. I want you like this for the rest of our lives. I want you to know you belong to me. I need you. Shit, I need you.”

  Her voice wobbled, breathless with our pace. “Don’t stop.”

  My balls tightened, building with bubbling pressure. My cock grew thicker and harder, impaling her, spearing her, diving into her over and over and over.

  My hands roamed over her back and waist. I couldn’t stop touching her. Fisting her short hair, I rode her hard and fast. Degrading but respecting. Cruel but loving.

  “I stole you from everyone. I snapped the collar around your neck and made you mine. Every scream you uttered is mine. Every moan you’ve made is mine. Your heart beats for mine. Fuck, Nila.”

  Her neck curved backward as I kept tight hold of her hair. “Yes. God, yes.”

  My legs trembled, my knees glued to the mattress as I thrust again and again.

  My release gathered in every cell, electrifying together, surging into my cock.

  Sweat misted my hairline as I continued to ravage. My fingers bruised her hips as I yanked her back again and again. “I’ll never stop needing you, Needle. I want to know your every secret. I want to grow old with you. I want to be the reason you smile and hurt those who make you cry. I want you by my side when I finally do something worthwhile, and I want to enjoy every fucking second we have left together.”

  Nila’s flesh bounced, her thighs cracking with mine as I hurtled toward the finish. Reaching between her legs, I strummed her clit, forcing her to climb to the heights of where I was.

  I wanted to come. Fuck, how I wanted to come.

  But I wanted her there with me.

  A short cry fell from her lips as her back stiffened. Her fingernails dug into the mattress, forcing me to fuck her harder, touch her faster.

  “Yes, yes…yes.”

  The pleasure was too great.

  The pressure too demanding.

  I couldn’t wait.

  Plastering my sweaty skin on hers, I hollowed my cheeks, sucking her skin, kissing her, biting her. My fingers worked her clit as my hips spasmed in a brutal finish.

  Shards of pain erupted up my legs morphing into the sharpest bliss I’d ever had as the first spurt splashed into her.

  “God, Nila.”

  I reared up, throwing my head back as another wave erupted. And another. And another. Goosebumps decorated my skin as every rapture transferred from me to my woman.

  Nila came.

  Her screams merged with my grunts. Her pussy milking me as my orgasm crested.

  We continued rocking long after the adrenaline and intensity of shared releases faded. We didn’t speak as I let go of her hair, massaging her shoulders, running my fingers over her spine.

  Together, we flopped to the side, letting the mattress cradle us.

  I didn’t withdraw and the combined heat and wetness inside her bound us even more.

  Spooning Nila, I grabbed the covers and tugged it over us. Her skin chilled quickly after the heat of sex. Nuzzling her from behind, I cupped her breast and sucked in a huge gust.

  “Come closer.” My voice was hoarse; my touch gentle after being merciless.

  She snuggled backward, her head on my arm as I became her pillow. “Any closer and I’ll be inside you.”

  I sighed. “You already are.”

  “Tell me again.”

  My eyes closed, sated and emotionally drained. “Tell you what?”

  She waited, feathering out her thoughts for me to catch. In a strange way, I would be her very own dream catcher, sorting through her wishes while she slumbered, doing my best to make them true while she was awake.

  My body quivered with residual spasms. The aftershocks of pleasure were almost as enjoyable as the finale. “You’re so stunning.” I kissed her shoulder.

  “Not that.” She squirmed, laughing softly.

  “You’re so dirty in bed.”

  “Not that, either.” Her head turned; the slice of tiny teeth marked my wrist.

  “Ow.” I squeezed her, chuckling. “Kiss me and I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”

  Slowly, she turned her head. Her hips arched, curving into me. My cock remained hard inside her, wanting to take her all over again.

  Her lips sealed over mine, her tongue slipping soundlessly into my mouth. The joining was erotic, sated, promised, free. I held her there. Kissing her, breathing her, communicating without messy sounds.

  For now and every moment in our future, we were inseparable.

  My teeth sank into her swollen bottom lip, granting what she wanted. “I love you.”

  Her eyes opened, black and glowing. “How much?”

  “As much as the universe but not as much as infinity.”

  Her forehead furrowed. “What does that mean?”

  “It means infinity states a reference of time, regardless if it means never ending. I like to think there is no
linear equation or quantifiable way to love you. So I love you as much as love itself which really has no assessment.”

  She smiled. “You’re so strange.”

  “You’ve only just noticed?”

  She laughed. Her pussy clutched my cock, sending a wave of need into my balls. “Oh, I’ve noticed. I also noticed you’re completely insane, mad—bonkers even. What did I call you? A loony toon?”

  “I think you called me a Nutcase Hawk.”

  “That fits, too.”

  “I did warn you not to call me crazy.”

  “Turns out, I’m the one who’s crazy.”

  My lips curled, knowing where she was going but happy to oblige the punch line. “Oh?”

  Her hand drifted to mine, looping our fingers together, sighing happily. “Crazy in love with you.” Kissing my knuckles, she settled into the bed and my arms. “We can be mad together, Kite. Because together it’s the best form of insanity there is.”

  Thank you so much for reading.