Indebted Epilogue

My throat tightened as Jethro’s hands skated down my body, following my contours, latching onto my hips.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

My back arched in his hold. The hot steel of his erection nudged between my legs. “Open wider, pretty Weaver. I need you, and I need you hard.”

I jolted with the thickest, quickest desire I’d ever felt. My feet spread as Jethro tugged my skirt up.

“Jethro…”

“Let me do this.”

“I’d let you do anything.”

“Christ.”

Lifting one foot, I allowed him to yank down my knickers and stepped out of them, moaning as he wedged me against the tree again, thrusting his hips against my arse.

I struggled to get my hands free, reaching behind me to stroke his side. “I need…I need to touch you.”

“No, you need to let me fuck you.”

“Do it, then. Take me. I’m all yours.”

“Shit, Nila.” His hands shook as his fingers dug into my skin. “I’m going to take you. Right. Fucking. Now.” Grabbing my hips, he slammed inside me.

“Oh, my God.” My head shot back as Jethro’s large length took possession of everything I was. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t kind. He was a man taking what he wanted.

I had no thought of the gift inside my womb. I had no thoughts at all but him inside me and the feral way we joined.

I’d never felt such bliss or baser desires. We were two animals fucking in the middle of a forest. All alone aside from the moon and stars.

Grabbing my wrists again, he held them above my head as his teeth clamped around my throat. He groaned, thrusting hard, impaling every inch inside me.

“Fuck, I love you.” His voice poured more fuel onto the already blazing lust and my core fisted his length, begging for more, fearing how hard he would take me.

“Oh, God, it’s so good. You feel…” My eyes snapped closed as he rode me. His pace was furious and brutal, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

His breath slinked down my spine as he pulled away to fuck me harder. “I have no intention of stopping.”

Angling my chin with demanding fingertips, his mouth landed on mine, sucking, slippery. His kiss stole whatever facets of humanity I had left, and I completely gave in to him. I gave myself to the wild wetness of his tongue. I moaned as he made love to my tongue while fucking my body.

His free hand waltzed over every curve, greedy and firm, twisting my nipples, grabbing my entire breast in his hold.

“You love this.”

I nodded, gasping around our kiss. “So much.”

“You love it when I take you nasty and rough.”

“Yes.”

“You love it when I take you tender and sweet.”

“Yes.”

“You love me.”

“A thousand times, yes.”

I cried out as his cock hit the top of me, heralding an orgasm to spindle and gather. My knees wobbled and the bark of the tree rasped my cheek. But I wouldn’t change a thing. Not one goddamn thing.

The rhythmic strokes of his tongue matched the claiming strokes of his cock.

“Feel me, Nila. Feel my cock deep inside you.”

My nipples ached as more wetness gushed around his penetration. “I do. I feel every inch.”

“Feel how fucking hard I am. How much I fucking I love you.”

I spread my legs wider, arching my back for more. “Kite…”

“Think how much you love me now, when the last time you ran from me, you hated me.”

His voice added another layer to my orgasm. I wanted him so much. I wanted to come, but I didn’t want this to stop.

“Think about how much we’ve overcome to deserve what we have.”

I loved him losing himself in me. My soul echoed with his need. My body begged for his release. I felt him everywhere—in the air, the tastes, the sounds, the very heart of me. He was more than man; he was heat and power and forever.

He’d given me a child. He’d saved me from the debts.

He’d made me more than just human. He’d made me immortal. Immortal in his love. Immortal in his passion.

“Fuck, Nila. Whatever you’re thinking about. It’s driving me to come.”

“Then come.”

“Not yet.”

His pace turned frantic, our breathing mingling in echoing gasps. His hand landed on my nape, holding me in place as he drove harder, faster. We were locked completely in each other’s spell—a bombardment of rapture.

“Please,” I begged. “More.”

“I’ll give you more.” His fingers shot down my front, landing on my clit.

I moaned as delicious shards of lightning crackled beneath his touch. I was a second away from detonation. A single breath from—

I came.

The lightning turned to a supernova, unspooling with the speed of light, exploding through my chest, heart, and soul. My entire body clenched and rippled, cradling me in euphoria.

“Goddammit.” Jethro’s forehead landed on my nape and he lost himself completely.

His cock jerked in and out, his stomach hitting my spine with every thrust. His groan cascaded down my back as the first spurt of his release shot inside me.

I didn’t move as he filled me, found pleasure in me. I trembled with satisfaction even though I still ached from my orgasm.

The moment his release ended, his hands roamed over my back, massaging kinks, showering me in a perfect blend of gratefulness and submission. He’d taken me dominantly, but he’d given me everything for safekeeping. That was real power. The stuff that came after sex.