Page 75 of Jetmir

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The sound of waves registered through the fog, but all I could focus on was this man in front of me and this desire swirling in the pit of my stomach.

Jetmir’s sculpted body was flush against mine. “You can scream while I fuck you. No one will hear.”

A map of goose bumps covered my skin, and it had everything to do with the insinuation in his dark tone and his burning gaze as it roamed my body.

“How…” My voice caught. “… considerate.”

Then his full lips slammed against mine, and every thought I’d ever had dispersed from my mind when he thrust his tongue inside.

His one hand still fisted my hair while his other held me by my throat.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a clash of teeth, lips, and tongues. This animalistic claiming was his way of reminding me I was his and I would always belong to him.

Jetmir ravaged and devoured me, kissing me harder.

We pulled back, both of us heaving, our chests rising and falling in tandem. “Thorne…”

His eyes flashed victoriously and I realized I defaulted to the name he gave me. “I haven’t touched a soul since you left me,” he admitted in a raspy voice. “I’m always yours, my angel. Only yours. But God help me, you’re mine too.”

He kissed me again. His grip tightened on my hair and his other hand cupped my naked breast, pinching an achingly hard nipple.

Zaps of pleasure sparked, and the wanton part of my brain insisted I submit and allow myself to enjoy it for what it was: closure. He may not agree, but that wasn’t my concern; I was getting off this island and away from my husband whether he liked it or not.

I hooked my tied wrists around his neck, kissing him back with the same passion. It’d been so long since I had him inside me. Our earlier foreplay didn’t compare to the pleasure I knew he could give.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you.” I dug my fingernails at his nape, threading them roughly through his thick dark hair.

“I’ll fuck you into forgiveness.” His voice darkened and so did his eyes.

“You might as well give up now.” I breathed, hooking my leg on his hip bone and grinding against him shamelessly. “Untie me.”

“No.”

His hands on my body were savage and meticulous at the same time.

He pinched my sensitive nipple again, flesh pressed against my flesh, and the subtle act sent ripples of pleasure through me.

He hooked his hands beneath my thighs and hoisted me up, taking a few steps before laying me down on soft grass.

Our eyes connected, and I drowned in his possessive gaze while all our past shared moments flashed through my mind. Our first date. Our first kiss. Dancing in the rain. Kissing in the rain.

God, how could I ever think I could escape him or these feelings that lingered inside me?

“I’ve been dreaming about you every night,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Every single night from the moment you left me, wife.”

Then he rammed inside me in one go, filling me to the hilt.

Our strangled groans filled the air and his head came to rest against my forehead. “I’m finally home, my angel.”

He remained buried, not moving for several heartbeats, both of us breathing each other’s scents. I could hear waves crashing in the distance, the sound of cicadas and the rustle of the breeze through the trees, but my focus was entirely on this man.

He pulled out softly, almost gently, only to thrust all the way inside. He did it again, and again, ramming me with his cock in a ruthless rhythm, fucking me, owning me. Maybe he meant to punish me, but every thrust drew a moan from deep within my throat and spurred him on.

I carved indentations into his nape with my nails, and I should have used the opportunity to really hurt him. To stop him. But I didn’t. Instead, I let him wreck my world and fuck me senselessly.

If he gave me a choice now to stop, I didn’t think I would. I wanted him with such pent-up desire that it was driving me insane.