Jinx's Fantasy (Goddess Isles 5.2)

His mouth slammed onto mine.

An inquisitive plankton flittered over to investigate just as Sully kicked to press his body on top of mine and mounted with sudden ferocity.

He took me.

Swift, savage, sudden.

“Oh, shit!” I moaned.

His cock stretched and impaled me.

I cried out as my back bowed and every cell inside me locked onto where we were joined.

“Feel that, Jinx?” He rode me with no finesse or rhythm. “I’m that fucking hard because of you. Because of you refusing me. Making me get on my knees as if I don’t deserve you.” He rutted single-mindedly into me as if he’d taken elixir by accident and now his heart was failing unless he came again and again. “Say it, Eleanor. Say I fucking deserve you.”

Words were as useless as flotsam while I was being so thoroughly ridden by my soul-mate.

“Eleanor.” His teeth latched onto my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Say what I want to hear.”

“You do deserve me.”

He thrust harder. “How much?”

“So much.”

“And you accept your punishment? You finally give me permission to fuck you?” He plunged quick and sharp, a heady groan rumbling in his throat.

That was a noise of ecstasy.

I echoed it. “You have permission. God, Sully, you have permission every day of our lives.”

He drove up, striking the barrier of me. “Feel that?”

“Yes. Hell, yes.”

“That’s me claiming you all over again. You. Belong. To. Me.”

“I do.”

“I will beg, lie, cheat, and steal if you request it of me but deny me again and I will fuck you until you remember who you married.”

I scratched his back, my mind liquid with lust. “And who did I marry?”

He grinned with pure depravity. “A monster who will do anything to be inside you.”

“A monster who will even beg.” I moaned.

He half-chuckled, half-groaned. “Well played.” He added pressure and pain. “And now, it’s your turn.” His pace turned downright animalistic and I went with him. “Beg me, Eleanor.”

We clawed and fought.

We rolled and kicked up sand as we battled to get closer.

We turned off the human parts of our souls and embraced the beasts within.

“I need you to make me come,” I cried out as he teased and tormented.

“Beg again and I’ll see if I’m in the giving mood.” His hips drove into mine.

“Sully.” I slashed at his ass, yanking him deeper into me. “I need you. I need your cock, your heart, your desire. I need you to fuck me. I’m begging.”

“Shit, you drive me insane.” He kissed me. Teeth clacking against teeth and hands mauling at skin.

The sea kept us buoyant even as we waged war against each other; our bodies bouncing off the sand before spiralling into bubbles the longer we thrust and mated.

The bubbles of my dress popped, one by one, disintegrating under his possession until I was as naked as him. Our kiss was full of salt as we tasted ocean and each other. Our tongues duelled as our bodies continued their feral assault. The hippocampus swam above us, the powerful swishes of his tail buffeting us as we lost ourselves to sex.

Thanks to Sully’s masturbation show and the words he’d chained around me with lusty fire, I lasted mere seconds until his promises of breaking me happened.

The pressure in my womb spiralled and churned, building and building, cresting with each of his savage thrusts. His pelvis hit my clit, again and again, shoving me off the mountain and ensuring I fell headfirst into euphoria.

I came in long milking waves full of stars and salt, clutching his cock inside me. I bound both of us together with inner muscles and the knowledge that we belonged to each other forever and always.

And when I finally opened my eyes and returned to a reality that was distorted by sensors and fables, I blinked into the eyes of a merman who’d well and truly proven that begging wasn’t his strong suit.

He’d taken me with rawness and violence.

He kissed me with worship and reverence.

Rolling his hips, he ensured I was very aware he still possessed me, body and soul. “This is what happens when you say no to me.”

I smiled and stretched beneath him. “In that case, I’ll have to say no more often.”

He smirked. “You’ll be black and blue. People will talk.”

“Let them.” I reached up and pulled his head back down to mine.

My lips captured his and the familiar conduction of power and chemistry shot from his mouth to mine. No matter how many years passed or how many times we fell into bed together, that electricity never faded.

It burned hot enough to heat entire cities. It crackled strong enough to power a thousand yachts.

It would keep us linked for eternity.Chapter Eleven

TEARING MY MOUTH FROM Eleanor’s, I pushed off from the sand and swooped to my feet in an effortless, weightless glide. We might have had sex, and I might have come twice in as many moments, but cinta wasn’t done with me yet. And judging by the way Eleanor kept her legs indecently spread, her silver eyes sparkling with temptation, and her scaled skin flushing with need, she wasn’t done either.