My necklaces jangled as he fisted my breasts. Pinching my nipples, he groaned as his hips thrust against me. “Christ, I can’t control myself around you. I’ve never been able to.”
Dropping his touch, he found my flaxen skirt and tore it to sinful shreds. One moment, it hid my decency, and the next, it was in tatters by my knees.
I moaned as his fingers bit into my hip bones, pulling me back into him. “Every day, I thank fucking fate for delivering you. Every night, I dream of losing you. Every moment, I can’t believe you’re mine.”
Bowing over me, he nudged his cock against my wetness. “Mine to adore, to cherish, to fuck.”
I bit my lip, waiting for him to thrust inside.
But he waited.
One heartbeat, two, three.
“You’re all mine, Eleanor. My perfect lovely wife.” His heart pounded on my spine and his body radiated erotic heat. “I will never take a second with you for granted.” Running his cock up and down my pussy, he growled long and low. “So wet. So ready. Do you want me, Jinx?”
My head bobbed. My breath came too quick. “Yes. God, yes. Please—”
He drove upward, inward, deep, deep, deep. “Take me. Take all of fucking me.”
I screamed.
Just like he promised.
His cock stretched me in so many familiar and dominating ways. My fingers scratched at the earth, my elbows threatened to buckle, and my breasts swung as he pounded inside me, furious and fierce.
My necklaces jingled as he struck a punishing, brutalising rhythm.
We’d made love before.
We’d kissed with sultry passion and rocked in dirty pleasure.
But this?
This was pure, uninhibited fucking.
“Christ.” Sully’s roar bounced off the river and ricocheted in the trees. His pace as he rutted into me struck the fuse on my cinta-amplified desire and triggered an orgasm that detonated with crucifying pressure.
It bolted up my legs, fissured around my womb, and supernovaed outward in thick, pulsing waves of exquisite pleasure.
He followed me, spurting inside me, marking me as his. His head fell back, his fingers dug into my hips, and he jerked with agonising bliss.
When our climaxes allowed the virtual reality world to return and our hearts to find a healthier rhythm, Sully chuckled under his breath. “You’ll be the death of me one day, Eleanor. Each time I think I can’t come any harder, I’m proven wrong.” Hugging me from behind, he played with the pretty necklaces dangling off my neck.
“My very own Amazonian princess. Ripe and ready for my taking.”
I wriggled my hips where we were still linked. Him inside me. His body within mine. The very epitome of male, female connection. “If I’m a princess, why am I on my knees in the dirt?”
He nuzzled the back of my neck. “Because you’re also a goddess of debauchery and are better suited to such places, especially when my cock is deep inside you.” He rolled his hips for good measure.
Thanks to cinta, he would stay hard for however long our lust remained. Our neurological system wasn’t hijacked like with elixir. We had control of this mania.
If we let our systems be sated from this session, our playtime could be over. Or...if we wanted to stay aroused for another and another...and another, then our bodies would very willingly oblige.
I hadn’t had my fill.
And Sully’s voice smoked with sex, hinting he planned on corrupting me for many more hours to come.
Luckily, we were in a giant mansion where other guests wouldn’t hear our cries of rapture. If they did, they’d think our greedy moans were the echoes of haunting ghosts.
With a quick kiss to my sweaty shoulder blades, Sully withdrew and stood. Bending, he collected me from the river’s edge and spun me into his arms.
We stood like that for a minute.
Just being.
Gathered in a hug that allowed our hearts to connect as violently as our bodies had.
Winding my arms around his waist, I pressed my cheek to his chest, feeling the rightness of my world. The sense of belonging and soul-deep contentment of our unshakeable bond.
Slowly, Sully kissed the top of my head and pushed me away a little. “Well, as far as appetisers go, that wasn’t bad.”
I grinned. “That was the hors d’oeuvres, huh? What’s for the main meal?”
His eyes flashed with cunning sex appeal. “Oh, I have an idea.”
“You do, do you?”
“I definitely do.” Taking my hand, he tugged me into the jungle. “Come along. I’ll show you.”
Chapter Ten
“YOU PROGRAMMED THIS?”
Eleanor gawked at the treehouse as she climbed the final rung up the rope ladder and stepped foot into the bamboo creation.
The skin around her hips was bruised from my fingers. Her nipples still pebbled. Her lips red from my kisses. Naked, apart from the anklets and necklaces, with leaves and flower petals twined in her hair, she looked every bit a figment of this fantasy as the cyphered palms, wildlife, and sunshine.
Thank God, she wasn’t.
Thank everything holy that she was real. Because if she wasn’t...I would never want to live in the real world again. I would live here, in this VR perfection, where I could keep her forever.
Running her fingers along the carved banister and entering the two-story treehouse, she whistled under her breath. “I have no idea how much coding is needed for these fantasies, but this is impressive, Sully.”
I followed her, equally as undressed and not caring that my cock hung heavy with want, hidden by a piece of braided flax. “It’s easy once you know what you’re doing.”
“Have you visited this place before?” She eyed up the mattress beneath a mosquito net, similar to the one we had at home in Indonesia. The bedroom was simple with bamboo slatted walls, huge open-air windows with no glass, exposed rafters, and a roof made of palm leaves.
A sitting area carved from banyan wood and teak waited by the bed, angled to see the stars through the canopy. Simple, uncluttered, and natural. I could live here permanently.
“No. I’ve never visited,” I said, catching her gaze as she looked above to the single ladder leading to the mezzanine level above.
“How do you know if you’ve got the code right? What happens if you’d programmed a floor that was paper-thin or trees that were poisonous?”
I shrugged. “Codes are simple. They’re just ones and zeros. As long as you follow basic parameters, not much can go wrong.”
“Yet you create myth out of reality.” She grinned, her hair loose and tangled and oh, so fucking tempting. “I’m impressed.”
I smiled, slow and sultry. “How impressed?”
Her grin switched to a smirk of invitation. “Very. I can show you...if you want?”
“I’m going to take you up on that offer. Soon.” I stalked toward her, crowding her toward the ladder leading up to the next level. “But for now, up.”
She blinked, looking over her shoulder. “Up there?”
I nodded.
“What’s up there?” she asked, her voice low and hypnotising.
My cock jerked under my loincloth, and I struggled not to take her right here, right now. I could. There was no reason I should wait. But I had a surprise, and I wanted to deliver it before I had her again.
“You’ll see.” I put my hands on her delicate shoulders and spun her to face the ladder. Smacking her bare ass, I commanded, “Climb.”
She muttered something under her breath. Something belligerent that fired my lust and had me crowding her against the ladder.
She gasped as I dropped my hand between her legs and fingered her from behind. “Care to repeat what you just said?”
She moaned as I slipped one finger inside. Wet and hot and greedy.
Biting her bottom lip, she shook her head, her eyes closed and forehead furrowed with need.
I inserted another finger, stretching her. Ensuring my cock bobbed and
the hunger to thrust inside her amplified. “Tell me and I might let you come.”
Air exploded from her lungs as I drove up, catching her clit. Her legs buckled. I caught her, holding her at my mercy.
“I said you’re so bossy.”
“And the other part...”
“If you heard me, why do I have to repeat it?”
I withdrew only to drive my fingers upward again, making her pant and squirm. “Because you ought to know such things come with consequences.”
“What consequences?” She gasped as I fingered her faster, driving her into madness.
“So many fucking consequences.” I kissed her throat, unsheathing my teeth to bite right over her artery. My teeth tingled to puncture her skin. My instincts more primitive than restrained at that moment. “Repeat what you said, Jinx. And I might show you my surprise.”
Her hips rocked backward, bumping into my throbbing erection. “Your surprise being your cock?”
I bit her harder, rubbing myself against the seam of her ass. “I’ll give you my cock in a way you haven’t experienced before.”
She shivered. “Show me.”
“Do what I commanded first.” I pulled my fingers free, spreading her wet desire over her belly as I stroked my way to her heavy breasts. Her necklaces clinked as I shoved them aside and pinched her nipples. “Do it.”
She groaned as I touched her, wobbling in my hold. “I said you’re bossy and controlling...and still act as if you own me when really...I own you.”
“Did you pay half a million dollars for me?” I kissed along her throat, inhaling her wicked scent of orchids and whatever perfumed body wash the Hawks stocked in their showers.
“No. And besides, I now own every penny you have, so technically that money is mine and I am priceless.”
“That might be, but did you kidnap and hold me hostage?”
“Yes. Hell, yes,” she moaned as I squeezed her breasts. One in each hand, claiming her for my own. “You might’ve paid money to steal me, Sully, but the moment we met, it was me who stole you.”
“And you think that gives you power over me?” I rocked my hips into her, faster and harder, driving myself to an orgasm just from pure friction.
“Definitely.” She gasped as I kicked her legs apart. Screw the surprise. She needed reminding who was in charge.
Who owned who?
I did.
I owned every part of her because I couldn’t survive if I didn’t.
It didn’t matter that every word she moaned was right.
She owned me.
She’d corrupted me the second she’d landed on my shores.
“You might regret saying that, Jinx.” I grabbed the base of my cock and shoved away the loincloth, lining up with her pussy. “I might need to give you a lesson in ownership.”
“And prove my point?” She looked over her shoulder at me. “That you belong to me? That I can make you kneel with just a word or beg at my feet with just a touch?”
“The point being you own a monster, not just a man in love with you.” I thrust.
Swift and savage.
I stabbed inside her with no finesse, and her mouth opened on a silent scream. Cupping her throat, I tilted her head back until my lips slammed over hers, swallowing that silent scream, kissing her as deep as I could.
She convulsed in my arms as I drove up into her again and again. I fucked her against the ladder, dropping all my guards and defences.
Her hands clawed at the rungs, doing her best to withstand my takeover, all while her legs spread in wanton welcome.
“Yes. Oh, god, yes,” she hissed, her mouth slick and hot beneath mine.
Our tongues tangled and knotted as we gave ourselves over to basic copulation. We didn’t touch other than where our bodies connected. My hands planted over hers on the rungs, giving me purchase to thrust harder and fiercer inside her.
I wanted her to have bruises.
I wanted her to feel my possession for days after this.
“I own your every breath, Eleanor. Do you deny it?” I kissed her faster, messier. “I own your moans, your begs, your vows. Try to say that I don’t.”
She shook her head, her mouth seeking mine, a bone-deep gasp shaking her as I continued to pump hard. “I don’t. I don’t deny it.” Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes snapped closed as I let go of every humanity and gave everything that I was to this woman.
I fed her my body and my heart.
I let her feel my trembles at how honoured I was to fuck her.
I let her see my soul at how privileged I was to love her.
And when she let go, matching me in every broken way possible, I came.
I jerked and spurted into my gorgeous wife and cried out as her own release followed mine; her inner muscles milking my cock, the powerful waves of pleasure dragging out the final lapse of my own.
As quickly as our lovemaking began, it was over, and we both stood there, breathing hard with our shared climaxes sticky and binding us together.
Nudging away her heat-damp hair, I kissed her nape. “I will never get enough of you.”
“I’m glad.” She groaned as I withdrew, wincing a little at the sensitivity. “Ditto.”
A droplet of our combined orgasms plopped to the bamboo floor.
Eleanor blushed. “Good job this is a fantasy. Otherwise, I’d be mopping these floors later.”
I grinned. “I’m sure a maid fantasy could be arranged. Now that you’ve mentioned it, I could happily indulge in a rich aristocrat having his horny way with the innocent housekeeper.”
“Write it.” She turned to kiss me, standing on her cute tiptoes. “I’d like to try that one.”
“Consider it done.” I smiled, gently kissing her back before spinning her to face the ladder. “Now, get your sexy ass up there. I have a surprise for you.”
Chapter Eleven
CLIMBING UP THE LADDER, I had no idea what to expect on the second level.
Another bedroom perhaps? Maybe a small sitting area?
“It’s...empty.” I turned to face Sully as he climbed up behind me, his overbearing presence and power making the space feel tight and constricted.
Giving me a half-smile, he marched to the small door at the back. “We’re not there yet.” Sweeping it open, he revealed yet another platform. This one outdoors, canopied by hanging trees, vines, and utterly at one with the jungle.
“Oh, wow.” I stepped from indoors to outdoors, marvelling at the attention to detail Sully went with the VR creation. Heavy flowers in mauves and maroons hung over the balustrade. Bamboo carved lanterns dotted all four corners of the deck and sunlight spangled through the leaves and trunks to stencil the flooring with a golden glow.
There was no furniture, no clutter. Just the backdrop of nature in all its beauty.
Sully sighed as he joined me, drinking in perfection, smiling at a flock of parrots as they darted past.
The flash of jewelled feathers made me miss Pika and Skittles.
Even though our minds were currently in the tropics of some fictional forest, our bodies were in England. If I focused on reality instead of myth, I felt the chill of English weather and the mustiness of an ancient hall.
Goddess Isles was never cold, never damp, never musty. It was forever tropical and temperate, and I found it surprising how homesick I was, considering we’d only been gone a single day.
A crash sounded in the canopy, making me spin around, my necklaces clinking on my chest. A beautifully patterned feline slinked from the branches, leaping gracefully onto the deck with its tail flicking and amber eyes narrowed with intelligence.
I froze.
Fantasy or not, I didn’t fancy pissing off a jaguar. “Eh, Sully?” I didn’t move, relying on him to resolve this uncomfortable situation.
I was naked.
Sully still wore his loincloth.
And the cat had claws sharp enough to disembowel us with one swipe.
“It won’t hurt you, Eleanor.” Sull
y stepped forward, a soft smile on his face. “Will you, jaguar?”
The cat sat on its haunches and yawned, revealing the longest canines I’d ever seen. Its tongue curled and stuck out in a pink lash as it snarled on the tail of its yawn.
Its pelt was velvet and pigmented with circlets of brown, tan, and cream, mottling its presence to move unseen in the foliage. The natural camouflage was a work of art, even if it was a highly equipped predator who obeyed no one but its own desires.
Goosebumps spread over me.
I wrapped arms around my nakedness and backed up a step. “You programmed everything? Even that?”
Sully looked at me before padding toward the giant jungle beast. “The codes for the animals I copied from the cypher that Drake locked you in.”
I frowned, struggling to remember if I’d seen that particular jaguar in the campsite when I’d been dressed as a native and Drake had been some raping lumberjack who thought he could take what he wasn’t allowed. “The animals only arrived later. After...” I swallowed, remembering in full detail how the fantasy had switched from daylight to darkness and wolves the sizes of cars had magically appeared. “After you entered the illusion.” I shivered, recalling how Sully had come for me. How he’d fought against all odds, ignored broken bones and rapidly fading heartbeats, and conjured a monster with scaled flesh, venomous fangs, and devil horns.
He’d saved me by putting me to sleep. He’d freed me of the fantasy, and I’d never know what he did to Drake, deep within a hallucination that was never about pleasure just revenge.
Keeping my eyes on the jaguar, I murmured, “I never asked you what happened that day, but now, I’m curious.” I braced myself, waiting until Sully made eye contact with me. His blazing blue stare shielded with secrets. “How did you break Drake’s mind?”
Sully froze, his stomach rippling with muscle. “Do you seriously want to know?” Shaking away his stillness, he closed the distance to the jaguar that sat watching us like we were fish caught in a bowl. Holding out his hand, he showed no fear as he stroked the big cat’s velvety head.
I swallowed a gasp as the cat instantly purred and bumped against Sully to be petted harder. The sight of a wild man stroking a hunter, high up in the treetops, dressed in just a loincloth, scrambled my grasp on what was real and what was his illusion.
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