Final Debt (Indebted #6)(117)

“I have nothing to hide from you.” My head fell back as he thrust into me again, driving deeper, changing the angle of his direction. My body accepted him in one smooth glide.

We fit together so well. We always would.

“Shit, Nila.” His head fell forward. “You’re so tight, so amazing, so f*cking precious.”

Words abandoned me as I accepted his every thrust. His cock throbbed inside, so hard and thick.

Jethro kissed me. Hard and fast. His lips trailing to my ear. “I want you forever and always. Like this. No lies. No falsehoods. Nothing between us but honesty.”

“Nothing.” I wriggled beneath him, craving more. “I promise.”

The delirium he caused in my blood sent my thoughts scattering. I needed to come. I needed to shatter and be reborn from everything that’d happened.

“I don’t think I can wait,” Jethro growled, rocking his cock so the base of him rubbed against my clit. I gasped as yet more blood incinerated.

“Then don’t.” Holding onto his nape with my good hand, I begged. “Please…give me what you want. I need it, too.”

Heat misted across my skin as he thrust harder, f*cking me, adoring me, driving me up the cliff of ecstasy. Heat flushed until it was an inferno, turning me sick with sex-fever, demanding medicine in the form of an orgasm.

“God, yes. More. Please.”

Jethro slammed his fists into my pillow, using the bed as an anchor as he rode me. His cock drove in and out.

I accepted every punishment, cresting higher and higher, wrapping my legs around his hips, begging, loving, soaring faster and faster toward a release.

His forehead met mine, warmth enveloped us and his pace turned frantic.

I couldn’t…I couldn’t handle it any longer.

Ecstasy turned to euphoria. Tingles shot from my toes, crackling through my legs, detonating in my core.

Explosion and bands of bliss.

I came. “Yes. Yes. God, yes.”

My * fisted him, clutching desperately with waves of pleasure.

Jethro cursed, but he didn't come. He hovered above me, giving me a gift, all the while watching me come apart. It made my release so singular and special—turning our moment into something so intimately vulnerable.

Only once I’d wrung myself dry did he fist the pillow and wedge his face into my throat. His guttural groan as he came undone sent another flash of intoxication through my system.

“Fuck, I love you.” His growl dripped pure sexuality and unrestrained reverence.

His orgasm quaked his body, wringing him dry as he spurted inside me. I hugged him, letting him splash with his release.

We stayed clinging together long after his hips stopped twitching. Our heartbeats thundering to the same beat.

Slowly, he raised himself on his elbows and cupped my head in his hands. The intimacy between us caused sudden tears to spring to my eyes.

“You’re everything I’ve ever needed, Nila.” His voice was hoarse and deep. “Through every day, every text message, every awful debt, I gave you my heart.” He nudged my nose with his. “And now, you own all of it.”

My nipples tingled against his chest as my uninjured arm wrapped around his muscular waist. There was no space between us. His heart pattered against mine and I never wanted him to leave. My * quivered with aftershocks of our orgasm—milking Jethro’s erection still inside me.

He chuckled, causing his cock to jerk. “Eager for another round, Ms. Weaver?”

I gasped, shivering with a mixture of happiness and distress at my last name. “Always.”

Tilting his head, he breathed, “Kiss me, Needle.”

My heart leapt into my mouth as I kissed him with everything I had left. Our lips met hot and wet, the crackling lust of sex mixing with the erotic promise of more.

My fingers disappeared into his hair, holding him like he held me. Our hearts once again spoke silently as his kiss turned demanding and infinite. His cock thickened inside me as his tongue drove in and out, f*cking my mouth just like he’d f*cked my body.

I couldn’t love him anymore than I did. I couldn’t ask for any more than I’d been given.

Whatever he’d done tonight still tainted the air around us. The undercurrent of death and destruction hadn’t dissolved, but the allure of a bright and untwisted future grew stronger every minute.

It would take time for us to move on. But we would move on.

All of us.

Because we deserved it.

With him inside me, we were inseparable.

Now and forever.

He’d proposed.

I’d said yes.

We were each other’s.

For eternity.





MY HEART COULDN’T handle any more stimuli.

Not after yesterday’s rush of terrible highs and morbidly low lows. And yet, I had no choice but to endure more.

In my right hand, I held my sister’s. In my left, I held my fiancée’s, unknowingly passing emotional messages as natural as breathing.

Last night, we’d become more than two people beneath the spray. We’d become one.

Things had changed between us.

There was a new layer to our connection. A deeper, unbreakable bond—an indescribable friendship.

And as much as I wanted to deny it, I needed Nila’s friendship and support more than anything today.