Third a Kiss

I screamed as his entire body jerked with the spurt of climax. His teeth pierced my skin at the same time, giving me pleasure and pain, a blend of the worst kind of elixir.

He lapped at the blood he’d drawn, then ripped his mouth away to dig his forehead into my nape, riding into me, his hands clamping on my hipbones to drag me back and deep.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He didn’t stop thrusting, driving every inch of his cock inside me.

While his orgasm tore him to shreds, I suffered my own annihilation.

Sully.

This.

The feel of him inside me. The heat and wetness of his release. The shudder and violence of his desire. The consuming, dominating way he’d taken me.

It…was familiar.

He’s familiar!

As he twitched with the final dregs of his first release, my mind rewound to the morning after my first time in Euphoria. How he’d dragged me into the ocean and explained how Euphoria worked, how he’d asked if it felt like I hadn’t been fucked. How he’d touched me and murmured, “Your mind hid the identity of the man who fucked you, but your body knows the truth.”

I choked as he pulled out of me, still keeping his fist in my hair. His seed trickled down my leg, a slimy white trail of truth.

Sullivan Sinclair had just fucked me.

And…I don’t think it was our first time.

My mind raced as he dragged me down the path by my hair, a true caveman with his kill, hauling me back to his home, ready to feast again.

Caveman.

I turned stiff as he continued carting me down the pathway toward the offshoot that I hadn’t explored. A shadowy tunnel, created by large heliconia bushes and banana plants swallowed us whole.

And still my mind ran.

“Your body knows the truth.”

Could it?

Could it recognise a sexual partner even when that sexual partner had looked completely different, sounded different, smelled different, even their eyes had been different.

I stifled a cry as I studied him stalking beside me, my hair a leash between us.

Naked, his hard cock glistened from being inside me. His erection wouldn’t abate for hours, heavy and painful until he could come again.

I knew from experience.

I knew that taking me against the palm tree was just the beginning.

How long before he’d take me again? A minute? Ten? Twenty? When I’d come in Euphoria, I’d been primed to go again a moment later. My teeth had ached for it. My body bled for it. My heart skipping and malfunctioning to mate.

Almost as if I’d transmitted my own sick desire to him, Sully stumbled mid-step. His fist went to his cock as a bulldozer of lust struck him down. With his jaw locked, he dragged me into him, his fist still buried in my hair.

I sucked in a breath just before his mouth plundered mine.

A kiss where he suffocated me, confused me, and made questions shout so, so loudly in my head. Questions I’d asked him that day in the sea. Questions I’d begged answers for all while my bruised and well-used body tried to tell me the truth.

“Who did I sleep with last night, Sully?”

He gritted his teeth. “A guest.”

“Which one?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“I do. I do need to know.” I splashed my fists into the sea. “Was it you? Was it you who fucked me?”

He bared his teeth. “You would know if I ever fucked you. I told you you’d never be the same if I did.”

He’d never answered the question…not with a definitive answer.

He hadn’t lied.

He hadn’t admitted.

He deflected and now—

His tongue stole my thoughts under a fresh landslide of hunger. My tongue met his in an erotically sinful dance, all while he fell to his knees, dragging me down into the sand with him.

We kissed and kissed as his hands landed on the front of my dress and tore.

He ripped the beads and jewels until my breasts popped free and the slash of destruction met the previous tear, a lightning bolt of violence, shredding the gown from me.

With a savage snarl, he pushed it from my shoulders, leaving me as naked as him.

The moment my skin was bare, he spun me around and planted me on all fours.

I didn’t have time to dig my fingers into the sand for purchase before he was on me.

In me.

I screamed as he slid all the way inside.

“Your body knows the truth.”

And mine did.

The minute he entered me.

I knew.

Sully had been the caveman.

How he’d switched with the guest and been the one to fuck me, I didn’t know, but he did. I had to believe that. Had to trust that because if it wasn’t him, if it wasn’t the same man who’d given me the most pleasure I’d ever had, the man I’d fallen a little in love with…then how could I feel this way? How could I feel as if I’d been made for this man? How did our bodies fit so well together? How did our pleasure creep and crest at the exact same time?

How could my heart welcome him as if he was coming home? As if he belonged to me?

I moaned as he gyrated his hips, dragging me back with vicious hands on my hipbones. I crashed into his lower belly, my ass sticking to his skin, our sweat mingling, his past climax musky and potent between my legs.

His belly kissed my ass as he speared as deep as he could go. He folded over me, a heavy blanket of persecution. For a heartbeat, we remained linked like that. Two naked people, sharing breath, life, and passion.

And then, he began to move.

Short, sharp stabs of his cock.

Shallow and quick, deep and powerful, a male driving into his chosen mate.

I gave up trying to hold myself upright, sinking my torso into the sand. Crystal granules stung my bloody cheek, heat from the island made my skin prickle, and the overwhelming sensitivity caused from being taken twice in as many minutes conjured a rabid orgasm to creep and slither through my blood.

I bit my lip as Sully’s pace increased; his breathing turned noisy as his fingernails dug into my hips.

“Fuck!”

His entire vocabulary had been reduced to that single word. I understood because I’d been there. While flying on the elixir high, I’d given up conversation for more basic forms of communication. I’d only remembered I could speak when the effects finally began to wane.

His thrusts scooted me through the sand, coating my hair and smearing my chest until I wore a new type of dress. A dress made up of the very thing his empire was founded on.

My release charged from teasing to tormenting, and my hand slipped between my legs.

I moaned loudly as I rubbed my clit in time to Sully’s thrusts.

But he roared and snatched my hand away, replacing my small fingers with his strong ones. “You want to come, Jinx? Fuck, I’ll make you come.” His hips pistoned deeper and faster, his fingers rubbing me with violence.

No finesse. No gentleness. Just crude possession of my most sensitive parts. The uncivilized way he spread and smeared me made my release curl into a thorny, horny bomb, its fuse hissing with fire, growing shorter and shorter the longer he fucked and grinded.

Claiming all of me, touching me, fucking me set off his second release.

His entire body jerked as his head fell backward, and he howled.

The ripple of his orgasm splashed inside, and that was the final strike I needed. I exploded outward. Fragmentizing until I was diamonds falling on the sand.