Fifth a Fury (Goddess Isles 5)

“Go away,” I groaned, wafting at the fiends.

Eleanor laughed quietly. “I think they want to visit Euphoria.”

“Another time perhaps.” I ran my nose over hers. “I’m finding it harder and harder to share you tonight.”

“They’ll be jealous.”

“They’ll survive.”

Pika chirped and Skittles darted to perch in the mosquito net.

They brought meaning and affection to our life. They were more like family than just pets. But right now, they were a nuisance, and I was done waiting to consummate my marriage.

Gathering Eleanor close, I shivered with sexual thirst. “Fuck, I want you.”

“Then take me. Right now.”

I kissed her.

Hard.

She melted into me, allowing me to dictate the speed and depth of my taking. She was submissive yet wild. Responsive but untamed. I wanted to take my time with her. But violence bled through my veins, blending with our new marriage and the weeks of begging my body to heal so I could take her the way she deserved to be taken.

I adored this woman, but I wanted to slander her too.

I wanted to strip her, punish her, splinter her apart, and then fuck her until she screamed.

I wanted to remind her that I was both man and monster in my heart.

Bending my legs, I continued kissing her as we sat on the bed. Breaking the kiss, I grabbed the eye lenses and unscrewed the container. I caught her heated stare. “Do you consent?”

She ran her hands through her hair, making me wait for her answer. Slowly, she stood and grabbed the neckline of her sleeveless dress. Keeping eye contact with me, she tore the fragile linen, slicing at the tightness and stepping out of the full skirt, naked and fucking beautiful. Her diamond anklet sparkled around her leg, golden sand clung to her toes, and the willowy power of her body scattered my heart with warning that this woman was still my ultimate curse.

A curse that I would forever crave and have no antidote for.

Running her hand down the flat of her stomach, she teased her clit. “Does that answer your question?”

“Fuck, yes.” I swallowed hard. My cock bumped against my zipper, and a different kind of pain attacked me. “Yes, it does.”

“In that case, you are overdressed, husband.” Reaching for me, she slid off my blazer, unbuttoned my shirt, and spread both down my arms to toss them on the floor. Giving me her hand, she pulled me from the bed and without looking away, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my trousers, fisted my cock in her tight delicious fingers, then slipped both pants and boxer-briefs to my ankles.

Pika and Skittles huffed and vanished into the living room.

Eleanor laughed as she held out her hands for the eye sensors. “Prudes.”

I drank her in as she tipped her head back and placed one, then two lenses over her gorgeous grey pupils.

“Goddammit, I’m about to come just looking at you.”

She smirked. “Guess you better load whatever it is you’ve programmed, so you can have your wicked way with me then.” She cocked her hip, revealing the trickle of wetness dampening the manicured curls between her legs.

She’d had no elixir, no cinta, no potion apart from her love and lust for me.

She wanted me.

And that made me the luckiest son of a bitch in the goddamn world.

Rushing, I kicked away my clothing and inserted the lenses over my own eyes, blinking past the haze to focus on my bride.

The mirage I had planned for us would finally show her how I saw her. It would show her the invisible crown she wore upon her head, constantly changing, always evolving the more she bewitched me.

In this fantasia, she would stand on the pedestal where she’d originally been dream-bound and unattainable. And she would witness my hunger, my utter fucking desperation as I yanked her off that pedestal and sullied her in every way I could.

She would see how I saw myself.

A lowly pauper who hid in the dark and dabbled in filth until she set him free. She’d feel my tongue on her pussy as I thanked her. She’d cry out as I fucked her with happiness.

She would learn everything that a man should keep private about the woman he’d given his heart to, and I’d give her every weapon against me by learning just how much I cared.

But I’d already come to terms that Jinx was my lifelong curse.

And I would happily die because of it.

She held out my phone, the load button ready to be pressed. “I love you, Sully.”

I took the device, hovering my thumb over the button. “I’m yours, Eleanor. I always have been. Now, you’ll see how true that really is.”

My thumb came down.

The world went white.

And the goddess of my heart stepped with me into a playground where we were angel and devil, queen and king, cavewoman and Neanderthal.

A playground where a god and goddess lived happily ever after.