He’d once again achieved something magical.

From the realism of breathing water to the swift tickles of currents as hot water mixed with cool—it was all so believable. Every kick of my finned and scaled legs propelled me far faster than any swim I’d attempted before. A quick twist of my hips and my direction changed with a snap. A mere thought of somersaulting through the sea and my aquatic body granted my wish with a simple flick of power.

The hippocampus found us again, its front legs galloping while its fishtail swished side to side with strength. It caught up fast, leaping over us, spraying us with bubbles, adding yet another unforgettable moment in an ocean of them.

The best thing about Euphoria and Sully’s magic at creating VR worlds was they were tangible and enjoyable while awake. There was no fuzziness as sleep slowly left. No disappointment as the dream popped.

This new dimension could be visited again and again. We could return just to swim and play. We could picnic in an abandoned ship wreck and explore the caves to our left where luminescent eels swayed in their burrows and glow-in-the-dark coral beckoned us to see what other treasures existed within.

This place was an aphrodisiac for the mind. It triggered my brain to accept more beauty in the world. It chased away any cynicism for life. It made me appreciate every element of creation. It made me grateful because this might not be our natural habitat but it didn’t mean a place like this didn’t truly exist. And how wonderful was that? How awe-inspiring to know we lived on a planet that had coral reefs in all rainbow colours, armoured crustaceans, and all the other underwater residents of fish, prawn, and octopus.

I understood now why his programs that he’d written and sold to charities who educated about animal abuse had the power to make people catatonic after they removed their goggles and headsets after being inside a slaughterhouse. Why the Army now enlisted his coding to teach soldiers about warfare and the potential life and death screw-ups of battle before they were ever enlisted. Why, on a daily basis, he had requests for another creation, another tool, another education to help narrow-minded people see a world outside the ones they believed were paramount.

Sully’s VR allowed people to go where they weren’t welcome, and stay for far longer than other methods of technological advances could provide.

I shivered in awe as I swam behind him. I gawked at his male beauty and absolute strength as he cut through the heavy blue ocean. I wanted his body thanks to cinta in my blood, but beneath that hunger existed a far more potent drug.

I was spellbound by how one man could do so much for animal welfare and had the ability to shatter the boxes that humans had put themselves into. He saw a rule and broke it. He heard a law and found a way to show that things could be different.

He had both dark and light inside him, but most of all...he had magic.

I was sure of that.

He was magic.

And he’s mine.

With a kick of my finned legs, I shot ahead of him, spiralled around him, and stole his hand. With another kick, I darted toward the seafloor, yanking him with me.

A forest of seaweed surrounded us as we traded the surface for shadows. Kelp trees with waxy, wavy fronds stood as tall as three-story buildings.

Seals darted amongst the leaves, spinning and spiralling with a lace of bubbles trailing their quick tails.

Sully didn’t speak as I tumbled us against a kelp stem, and it was my turn to push him against the stalk. To press my body to his and cup his roughened cheeks.

“I love you.” I kissed him hard.

His eyes flared as I kissed him, again and again.

His lips opened wide, accepting my besotted kisses before turning it into a greedy one. Our mouths locked, our tongues tangled, and I kissed him with all the awe, amazement, and absolute love I had for this incredible man.

I lusted for him.

I’d poured fire on my need by seeing just how damn lucky I was.

He deepened the kiss as his hands came up and locked in my unruly hair. His head tilted to kiss me harder, his nose brushing mine as his tongue danced deep into my mouth.

I clawed at his shoulders. Wherever he was taking me and whatever else he’d planned, I was going to ruin it. Here and now.

The kelp leaf we stood on tolerated our buoyant intrusion as I wrapped my legs around Sully’s hips and dropped my hand to his cock.

He groaned as I fisted him.

I felt the slipperiness of my need on his skin from our previous encounter. Knowing that my body had branded his made me even more needy, more desperate.

His eyes shot wide as I angled him up and sank down on his entire length.

Inch by inch, I claimed him.

I fed his body into mine, and my forehead slammed against his as I impaled and rocked.

“Jinx...” He grabbed my chin and kissed me hard. “Christ, I love you.”

I kissed him back, throwing my arms around his shoulders and holding on while my hips drove against his.

I’d taken him before. I’d instigated sex, pinned him on his back, and made love to him almost as much as he made love to me.

But this was different.

This was more than just sex.

It was a thank you.

Thank you for being so special. So incredible. Thank you for giving me a world within a world within an entire galaxy where he was the god, creator, and architect.

Thank you for stealing me.

He grunted as my rhythm turned vicious, and I looked down our scale-flickering bodies at where we were joined. His velvet-covered steel plunging into my feminine folds. We both lost ourselves to the sight. Gasping and grunting as he grabbed my hips and increased my speed and pressure until I shuddered with yet another rapidly spindling orgasm.

“Take me,” he snarled. “You own me.”

I locked my ankles behind his back and thrust against him, our rhythm in sync, our desperation raw and violent.

The kelp leaf gave way, sliding us down its high stalk as we sank deeper into the forest of green.

We didn’t stop fucking.

Didn’t stop kissing or moving or worshipping.

As his finned feet met the sandy bottom, he spun me around and shoved me against the base of the kelp. With a barrier keeping me steady, he thrust into me fiercely, hotly.

Seals came to investigate, their whiskers tickling as Sully swatted them away and kept rutting into me.

His hand fell between us, finding my clit and rubbing me in exactly the right way. “Scream for me, Jinx.”

My eyes were hazy, my brain total mush.

I was governed by my body and the overwhelming need to come.

His fingers pinched me, sending me higher into the clutches of a climax.

I tipped my head back, staring up at the thousands of green leaves above, feeling him pound into me, inhaling water I shouldn’t be able to breathe, and it was all the perfect catalyst.

I screamed as my release ripped me apart.

He snarled as his own orgasm hollowed him out and spurted deep within me.

We thrust and clawed, desperate to be closer even as our bodies were joined with bruises and pain.

We kept fucking as we rode the waves of pleasure. He sank to his knees as he shuddered and spurted inside me. And I sat on his lap as the intensity of the moment switched to incredible bliss at having this man inside me.

I moaned and nuzzled into him. I rubbed against him like a cat marking her territory. I wanted to brand him, tattoo him, bind him to me forever.

“You okay, Eleanor?” he murmured into my ear, his voice raspy and deliciously dark.