Third a Kiss

She hadn’t said it in words, but I tasted her forgiveness in the very aura around us. I saw love shining in her beautiful eyes as I ducked to kiss her.

Our lips met just as Pika and Skittles shot into the VR room. Soaring and cawing, circling us from above while my body drove into Eleanor’s. From their point of view, they’d see two creatures blind to everything else but their own need. A tangle of body parts and rocking hips, of moans and groans and slippery flesh.

I fucking loved it.

I loved her.

My tongue plunged into her mouth, and her body bowed beneath mine. “Oh, God. Sully.” She gave in to her orgasm, kissing me back with primal possession and greedy tongue, all while her pussy milked my cock with intense waves of release.

I went with her.

I shuddered each time her climax fisted me.

I growled when my own ending rushed from my body in spurts of goddamn rapture. My body jerked with each pulse. I bit her throat as it grew far too intense. I crushed her and worshipped her and relished in the bruises I shadowed her with as they marked her as mine forever.

Our hearts thundered to the same erratic beat as desire hammered us into pieces.

With a final cry, she went lax beneath me, panting with exertion. I let my weight go, blanketing her, loving the heat of her, the wetness, the knowledge we’d done something that couldn’t be undone.

Our shared release left us limp and loose. Her hair looked like a million serpents covering the floor around us, and her hands stroked my spine as I returned to earth. Giving me gentle after I’d given her rough.

I nuzzled into her neck with overwhelming ecstasy.

That was what she was.

No, not just ecstasy.

She was harmony.

She brought harmony to my out-of-sync soul.

Peace.

She was peace.

And I was the luckiest fucking bastard alive.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“WHERE ARE WE GOING?” I padded beside Sully, bare feet in warm sand, my cotton dress thrown back over my well-fucked body, the remains of our lovemaking trickling down my leg.

My skin begged for the ocean.

Afternoon had replaced the morning, and the humidity level had exceeded comfortable. The sun managed to sear my skin even with the canopy of palm trees above us and the overall brightness of the island promised a scorcher of a day.

The only place to survive the intense heat would be to wallow in the sea, occasionally returning to shore for an ice-cold glass of fresh lychee juice.

I tugged Sully’s hand that’d permanently snagged mine. Our fingers entwined and palms glued together, neither of us caring that a slick of sweat blended us together. “Do you want to swim? I’m hot.”

He chuckled, bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing my knuckles, never breaking his pace. His thick five o’clock shadow tickled my skin while his lips were so soft. “You’ve read my mind.”

I frowned, doing my best not to be distracted by how much I still wanted him. How much I danced on air. How crazy all of this was.

What he’d done in Euphoria was unforgivable.

But what he’d said and done after was unbelievable.

Both incidents cancelled each other out. Hate plaiting with love, proving that both had to survive to make a relationship real. To ensure trust could blossom because I’d seen his bad parts, I’d endured his temper, cruelty, and darkness. His flaws were visible to me, and that allowed my heart to make an informed decision.

He wasn’t perfect.

But neither am I.

Our beginning wasn’t a cutesy story we could share over dinner because it began in the blackness where Sully had dwelled for so long. However, I wouldn’t trade it for the world because meeting him this way was ten times better than meeting someone at a bar or on a train or at a friend’s barbecue, only seeing what they wanted me to see. Asking me to base my choice on their rendition of who they are…not the nucleus of their truth.

There were many things about Sully I might never accept. I didn’t know how I felt living in paradise, all while he asked traffickers to deliver more women like me to his door. I couldn’t be selfish and ignore others’ plights, just because my own had taken a turn for the better.

But I also didn’t want to be a martyr and throw away what I’d found.

I wanted to keep him and save him.

Save them.

Save myself.

Because, as incredible as this revelation was—as much as my heart had sprouted little parrot wings and hovered with a mass of hummingbirds in my chest, I was still his prisoner. I was still his ward with no freedom to contact my family or go home.

Not that I want to go home…yet.

Leaving now would be the worst possible thing. This was too new. Too fragile. We’d fought against the inevitability of falling in love, but our journey wasn’t over.

I doubted any relationship ever reached a point where either party didn’t stop fighting to keep the other. After all, a relationship was inherently selfish. Selfish to continue feeling this way. Selfish to keep your lover close. Selfish not to share the happiness that you’d found with each other.

Love could potentially be the best thing that’d ever happened to Sully and me…or it could be the worst disaster we’d ever have to live through.

Sully continued to escort me down a jungle pathway, going farther and farther away from the beaches ringing his island. I squeezed his fingers gently. “If we’re going for a swim, the ocean is back that way.”

He looked down at me, his height another thing I loved about him. I found it intimidating and protecting at the same time. “Who said anything about swimming in the ocean?”

I doubted he wanted to swim at the private pool for his goddesses. We didn’t exactly want an audience after we’d stripped away our shields and let each other in. I didn’t want to see anyone. I wanted him all to myself so I could stare into his beautiful blue eyes and see what he’d confessed to me.

To assure myself I hadn’t dreamed it.

To convince myself this was real.

He loved me.

He’d told me without a mask on. He’d removed my sensors and destroyed the illusion until all that existed was us.

And he did it for me.

I wanted to hug him. To squish him close and never let go.

“Stop.” I pulled on his hand, slowing him to a halt. The sandy laneway protected us from others. A few peals of masculine laughter sounded in the distance along with the raised flirty voice of a woman. The island had an uncanny ability at hiding its inhabitants, making it seem as if we were the only ones here…until I listened closely.

How many goddesses did he have exactly?

How many guests stayed here at any one time?

“What’s wrong?” His eyes tightened, assessing me from head to toe. “Are your feet burning? Need me to carry you?” His lips twitched with a smug smirk. “I don’t mind carting you into the jungle. However, I can’t promise you won’t be fucked at some point along the way.” He ducked, nuzzling his nose into my neck and biting me gently. “It’s almost impossible to walk beside you and not press you against a palm tree to sink inside you.” Gathering me against his body, he pressed his erection against my belly. “I’m in fucking torture, Jinx. Last time I was this hard, you’d snuck elixir into my drink. This time…it’s because you’ve gifted me your heart.”