Fourth Debt (Indebted 5)

“Forever.” Her hips arched involuntarily, seeking more.

I splayed my hand on her lower belly, holding her down as she bucked into my mouth.

“Jethro…please.”

“What do you want?”

“You. I want you. All of you. Every part of you. Just you.”

My mouth went dry. I couldn’t deny her.

Her eyes were wild as I withdrew my fingers and prowled up her body. Without looking away, I licked her dampness from my digits and bent to kiss her mouth.

“Taste yourself on me. Know that I fully belong to you.”

She moaned, seducing me with her trust. “I want you inside me. I want to feel you deep, driving me insane.”

She was my ultimate fantasy come true. Dark hair, lithe body, vicious strength, and undeniable power. I’d licked her but instead of feeling like I’d given her a part of me, I felt as if she’d given me more. So, so much more.

Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them above her head. Hay crackled beneath the blanket, stabbing my knees, itching unprotected skin. But it was the best goddamn bed in the world because it was just us. No cameras. No locks. No fear.

“God, I want you.” My voice was rough, obsessed with her.

Her lips were red and swollen, matching the colour of her nipples through the white cotton. I’d never seen her look so sexy. “I want you whimpering—I need those incredible sounds you make when I slide inside you.”

Her lips parted. “I’ll do whatever you want if you stop talking and fuck me.”

I laughed. “Your wish is my command.”

Settling over her, I shoved my jeans and boxer-briefs to my knees and wedged my elbows on either side of her head. I should’ve supported more of my weight, but I needed to feel her beneath me. For her to know that she was blanketed by my body and soul—that I’d protect her forever. That she was mine.

“Let me inside you,” I whispered, nudging her pussy with the broad crown of my cock.

She bucked in my arms as I pushed upward, sliding through her slick arousal, taking her as surely as she’d taken me. My arms wobbled as she grabbed my arse, dragging me forward.

I couldn’t stand it. It was too good. Too intense. Too fucking much.

I groaned, burying my face in her throat. Without warning, I surged upward, impaling my thick length completely inside her.

Her wetness offered no hindrance, accepting every inch.

“Christ, Nila.” I grinded my hips against her as she whimpered.

“More. More!” The desperation in her voice took me hostage. I’d done that. I’d broken her by being shot and making her doubt my affection.

I was hers for eternity. I’d spend the rest of my life making her believe it.

Her hot wetness fisting around me drove me out of my fucking mind. I thrust harder.

We quickly turned from making love to fucking—straining to steal more from each other, driven by the need to hurt but also please.

Her lips landed on my chin.

Instantly, I brought my mouth to hers, slinking together, mimicking the action of our hips. Breaking apart, I groaned, “When I saw you coming to the stables…I fell even more in love with you.” I thrust faster. “When you let me take what I wanted while licking you, I gave the last shred of my heart to you.”

She threw her head back, sweat glittering in the hollow of her throat.

I licked it, avoiding the iciness of the diamonds around her neck. “So beautiful. So perfect.” My stomach clenched. I tightened my fingers around her wrists, loving the rapid thump of her pulse. “I’m never letting you go.”

Her eyes clouded with lust. “I don’t know who I am anymore without you.” She arched up, kissing me, moaning with my thrusts. “I believe in you.”

I wanted to shower her with kisses. “I’ll never get used to you wanting me.”

“Wanting you?” Her eyes flared. “Jethro, I am you. I’m not a whole person anymore without you.”

I winced as her words squeezed my heart. “Fuck, Nila.” Hugging her closer, I plunged harder.

She moaned, inner muscles rippling.

“Shit, that feels so good.” She closed her eyes, pressing her breasts against me; reminding me we were still clothed, still barricaded from being completely free. “You’re so deep.”

“I can go deeper.” She groaned as I fucked her faster. My side hurt with every thrust, but an orgasm spiralled into existence. My balls sparked and the delicious gathering pressure at the base of my spine gritted my jaw. “I want to come so fucking bad.”

“Then come.”

“I want to come all over you, inside your pussy, your mouth. I want you every way imaginable. I want everything from you.”

“I want that, too.”

“I need you on your back, your knees, your stomach, against the wall, everywhere. I could fuck you for the rest of my life and still not get enough of you.”

I kissed her, sucking her tongue, turning every whisper and touch supercharged with erotic passion.

“God, I’m close.” She returned my kiss, wet and passionate—her lips dancing, stealing my soul all over again. Her thighs squeezed my hips, imprisoning me as I drove into her again and again. “I’m coming…God, I’m coming.”

I pumped harder, giving into bliss and stars. “Come. Fuck, I want you to come.”

“Come with me.”

“It would be my fucking pleasure.”

Nothing else mattered. Nothing but bliss and togetherness.