The ballroom filled with magic. Blinding and binding, skipping through the air with chemistry. More golden sorcery siphoned around us as I came harder, deeper. A womb-deep clench that left me gasping for air as I slumped on Sully’s hand.
Oxygen didn’t find me but Sully’s tongue did.
His mouth crashed onto mine. His lips claiming me, his teeth sinking into me, his tongue plunging in time with his fingers. He kissed me like an animal who’d reached the end of his rope. The chain that’d been lashed around his throat since he was born fell away.
Snarling into my mouth, he gathered me off the floor and twisted me onto all fours.
His hand locked into my hair, cricking my neck to continue kissing me while he rose behind me and mounted.
He penetrated and took.
He fucked me like he had as the caveman.
Fierce and brutal, punishingly swift and sure.
“Take me, Jinx. Goddammit, take it all.”
His impalement shoved me forward but his fingers around my hips brought me back. His balls slapped against my clit, and whatever drug we’d dabbled in flared and ignited.
“Fuck, Eleanor.” He rode me. Hard. Fast. “Fuck!”
The noises of his flesh hitting mine filled the cotton-cloud ballroom. He plastered himself over my back, laying kiss after kiss along my nape, spine, and shoulders.
I cried out and gave him everything I was.
There was nothing to hide anymore. No secret I had to swallow or quirk I had to mask. This man knew everything, and he loved every part.
He loved me when I was human.
He loved me when I was immortal.
He loved me past beauty, past pleasure, and pain.
He loved me as I loved him.
For his soul.
The part of him no one else had touched, and the part that I would shield every day for the rest of my life.
My knees bruised as he took me like a primitive beast.
His grunts sent shivers down my spine.
His pawing made wetness slick around his cock.
But it was his voice that made me come for the second time.
“You are—”
Thrust.
“—everything.”
My detonation triggered his and he pounded into me, not being gentle, being downright mean as he fed me the gushes of his release. His fingernails dug into my flesh, leaving marks. His cum branded deep within me, so I knew exactly who I belonged to, and we rode an identical high, glowing with the same electrical alchemy that existed whenever we touched.
Hoarse and panting hard, Sully slowly stopped thrusting, locking his cock inside me. He didn’t go soft. He didn’t fall to the side thanks to weeks of unconsciousness and so many broken bones. He was too stubborn for that. Too wrapped up in me, his wife.
Biting my shoulder, he twisted me until I was on my back. My legs spread and his cock still impaled inside me. “Now that we’ve got the initial intensity out of the way, it’s time I worshipped every part of you, don’t you agree?” He drank in my nakedness. “I particularly feel like watching you come with your legs around your ears.” Grabbing my calves, he rolled me up my spine until my legs bent and my knees pressed against my cheeks.
He looked down where we were joined. “Now that’s a view, my kinky wife.”
The girl who’d been sold to him would’ve blushed and tried to hide.
The woman who’d married him bared her teeth and murmured, “Go ahead, husband, make me come again. But after that, it’s my turn.”
He laughed.
A perfect brilliant sound that I would never get tired of hearing. Bending over me, he thrust deep and kissed me.
He kissed with a sweeping tongue and sinful taste as he began to ride and murmured, “We have the rest of our lives, Eleanor Sinclair. And I intend to pleasure you every moment of it.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
From [email protected]
Subject: Evidence
Q,
As requested, evidence that Eleanor Sinclair became mine willingly, happily, and is now my wife.
Please see the video link to our wedding.
Never contact me again.
Sullivan
From [email protected]
Subject: Re: Evidence
Sullivan,
Congratulations to you and your wife.
My own fiancée has just seen your evidence and took great joy in informing me that she met Eleanor when they were first stolen. Her name is Tess, and she passes on her regards. She’s glad Eleanor is safe and happy.
Tess would also like to assure her that she is likewise happy and about to be married.
To me.
Like you, I fell for a slave who set me free. Like me, I hope you value what you have.
I will not say we are similar, but it seems we have both found redemption through love.
‘Sans amour, tous les hommes sont des monstres. Sans hommes, toutes les femmes sont libres.’ Without love, all men are monsters. Without men, all women are free.
Au revoir,
Q
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PLAYLIST
This playlist is a little different to prior ones.
I requested readers in my Facebook Group (Pepper’s Playground) to share with me the songs that they felt represented Goddess Isles. Below are a few that they kindly gave.