Second Debt (Indebted #3)(63)

I kissed her. Her mouth opened, her tongue dancing with mine.

Breaking apart, I said, “I won’t. I’m not letting you go. You’re mine, do you understand?”

She nodded, shyness pinking her cheeks. “I belong to you.”

I shivered with relief, with gratefulness, with every f*cking comfort I’d never had.

With fumbling hands, I undid my belt and pushed my jeans and boxer-briefs down my legs. Kicking off my shoes, I stripped. The water made it a trial to discard the unwanted clothing.

Urgency echoed in my limbs, making me rush. She’d admitted she was mine. I had to confirm it.

The hot water flowed around my erection, lapping at my balls—more arousing than air.

I ached to fill her again.

Gathering her close, I pressed my forehead against hers and wrapped my arms around her tiny waist. “I want to make you come. I want to erase what happened today and give you a better memory.”

She lifted her face to the natural cave formation above us. “Here?”

I nodded.

I wouldn’t be able to walk with the pounding flesh between my legs. I was a f*cking saint taking it slow. One touch from her and I’d explode.

Brushing her hair from her neck, I whispered, “I’m going to f*ck you…here.” Trailing my lips along her jawline, I murmured, “I’m going to make you moan…here.” Baring my teeth, I bit her throat, filled with the primal need to mark. “I’m going to make you scream…here.”

She shivered, letting her head fall back, surrendering to me.

I bit her again—I couldn’t help myself. I nudged her diamond collar higher up her throat and bit hard. I couldn’t ignore the instincts demanding me to claim.

I wanted to give her a gift. A gift where I gave her more than just my body but my heart. There would be no pain, debts, or degradation. Only us.

“I want to care for you, Nila. I want to show you how much I value what you’ve given me.”

The driving urge to climb inside her grew with every heartbeat. The anticipation made it all the more sweeter, but I’d reached the end of my self-control.

Dropping my gaze, I followed my hand as I cupped her breast and squeezed. Her back curved, forcing more of her flesh into my fingers. I pinched her nipple then ducked and covered her other breast with my mouth.

She groaned, hugging my head to her, demanding that I lick harder. The erotic sound of her pleasure sent shock-waves through me.

Thank f*ck she didn’t like sweet and gentle. I’d tried to be soft—for her sake. I’d tried to control myself. I wasn’t such a monster to add more injuries, not when she’d been through so much, but I silently thanked her that she needed what I did.

That she wanted me fierce and true. Nothing bared.

My fingertips flexed around her nipple, dragging another soft moan.

I couldn’t stand it any longer.

Standing to my full height, I captured her mouth in another kiss. Her beautiful lips met mine, her tongue licking with passion and hunger. As our kiss deepened, I banded an arm around her, pressing her flat stomach against my cock.

She arched into my caress, her fingers flying into the water to wrap around my length.

“Fuck,” I groaned as her tight hold sent my mind exploding with lust.

My hips rocked, forcing myself deeper into her palm. The joy of having her touch me—of me touching her—wasn’t enough. I needed more.

I need f*cking everything.

Picking her up, I waded to the side and spun her around. The moment she faced away from me, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my cock against the crack of her arse.

Her fingers clawed at the earthen side, her head flopping forward as I cupped her breasts from behind and squeezed to the point of pain.

Dropping one hand, I trailed it down her belly, not stopping until I found her slippery cunt. I sucked in air as I found a different kind of moisture.

Her arousal was thicker, silkier than the water around us.

I bit the back of her shoulder, pressing a finger deep inside her. The way she gave in to me made me soar. The guilt, the hate—it all faded.

She bucked, her mouth falling open. “Ah…”

Her gentle sound of bliss unravelled me faster.

This was what I needed. Her. Where had she been all my life? Why had I fumbled for so long without her in my arms?

Never again.

Never f*cking again would I be so alone.

Her torso twisted in my arms, her hand cupping my bristle-covered jaw. “I can feel you.”

Fuck, she was too perceptive.

I couldn’t speak.

Nila’s lips tilted into a sensual smile. “I can feel so much when you let go. When you let me in.”

I kissed her.

I had no choice.

Her body wriggled against mine as I slipped another finger inside her *, rubbing her clit with my thumb.

“You’re so f*cking gorgeous…so strong.” Words spilled from my mouth, disappearing into her hair, down her back, dripping into the water. “I’m so damn hard, I’m in agony. All my life, something was missing. And now I’ve found it.” I rocked my dick against her, making my need so much worse. “I found you. I stole you. I took you from others who didn’t appreciate the gift of what you are, and now I’m never letting you go.”

She moaned, her eyes blazing with lust.