Fifth a Fury (Goddess Isles 5)

She swayed in my arms as the water currents licked around us.

She screamed as I speared upright, impaling myself hilt deep inside her in one thrust.

“Oh, shit.” Eleanor’s cry echoed around my utopia, amplified by the pool and deafened by the waterfall.

This was impulsive.

This was reactive.

This was fucking fantastic and fleeting.

Gripping her by the nape, I thrust into her. My knees dug into gravel, and my other arm wrapped tight around her waist, keeping her prone and at my mercy.

She screamed again as I lost myself.

I dropped all barriers.

I cut through every rope and chain imprisoning me.

I drove every part of me inside her. My balls smashed against her clit. My teeth sank into her throat. And I gave myself over to the overwhelming need to mount and claim and ruin.

I wanted this to hurt.

I needed to feel pain because Eleanor had the magic to rip apart my ribcage and sink her fangs into my heart.

I might be taking from her.

I might be setting the feral pace and pounding every piece of me inside her, but she was the one who ruled me.

She always would, and I honestly didn’t know how to fucking deal with that.

I snarled as my pace turned demented.

She groaned and gasped.

Water splashed around us.

Savage snarls tumbled from my mouth.

My heart reminded me that it’d tried to kill me a few weeks ago and could still achieve such a tragedy.

But I ignored it.

I ignored everything apart from the hot welcome of Eleanor and the fisting fury in my balls.

She felt so good.

Too good.

Fuck, I was lucky.

So unbelievably, goddamn lucky.

Eleanor detonated first. Her climax shattered her one vertebra at a time—snapping her rigid in my arms. Wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through her body, milking my length.

“Christ, woman.”

My own release began like a thunderstorm.

Black clouds.

Rumbling thunder.

Wind and rain and lightning bolts.

And it ended as a hurricane, slashing through my belly, ripping out my past, hurling me into the future, carving me out with every jet of pleasure.

I came longer and harder than I had in memory.

I jerked and gasped until black spots danced on my vision and I struggled to stay coherent.

I gave everything I was, and fuck, it was worth it.

The sense of peace that cloaked us as we switched from animals to lovers was thick and cloying and better than any anaesthesia.

Eleanor pulled forward, disengaging our link and twirling to face me.

She swam against me, cupped my cheeks, and kissed me.

We kissed as our breathing evened out and our tongues switched from hunting to caressing.

We kissed until her lips twitched and she whispered, “Well, you’re still alive which I’m grateful for but…”

I pulled away, bewitched by her. Once again seeing the invisible crown she always wore. This time it dripped with waterfall droplets and moss from nearby rocks. She looked like a nymph, sea siren, and witch all in one.

“But?” I asked, unable to stop touching her, kissing the corner of her mouth.

My cock twitched for a second round but my stamina had reached critical fatigue. I’d be lucky to stay awake until we crashed into bed.

“It’s night-time, Sully, and there are Komodo dragons in this pool.” Laughing softly, she swam out of my reach and stood. Water licked down her breasts, swirling around her flat stomach, hiding the rest of her. “I like my toes, and I like that thing between your legs that most likely looks pretty tasty to a toothed lizard in the dark.” Wading toward the shore, she blew me a kiss. “Let’s go to bed…I have other plans for you.”

* * * * *

I woke up with my heart in my throat and an edge of panic on my peripheral.

Sitting up in bed, I groaned at my aching body. Every part of me pounded from my toes to the top of my head. I’d overdone it last night. I’d pushed boundaries that I wasn’t ready to cross.

But I would do it all over again because I’d finally had her.

We’d reconnected, and my lust had become another tool that I would use to get better as soon as humanly possible.

Sighing, I looked at the shadow beside me.

The lightening horizon said dawn was close by, giving enough light to reveal Eleanor still dreamed peacefully. She was naked with her hair strewn like velvet ribbon around her. Pika and Skittles snoozed on the edge of her pillow while Eleanor lay half on her stomach and half on her side, her leg raised, revealing the inner privacy between her legs.

My cock twitched.

My mouth watered to roll her onto her back and wake her up with my tongue buried in her pussy. But something had woken me. Something that still whispered on my hazy thoughts.

I’d had a nightmare…a vision of losing her in another bombing of Serigala. Only difference was, the bomb was dropped on this island. I’d lost her. I’d held her remains in my hands as her lifeless eyes stared back at me.