Second Debt (Indebted #3)(64)

I thrust again, welcoming the heat and bliss of being naked with this woman. “See what you do to me? See how much I need to crawl inside you and never f*cking leave?” I rolled my hips, panting at the delicious friction.

Nila gasped, her spine bowing in invitation. “God, don’t stop. Tell me everything. Don’t be afraid. If you want me to beg, I’ll beg. If you want me to scream, I’ll scream. Just…” Her legs spread in the water as she bent over the side, looking at me over her shoulder. “Just never stop being honest with me. This…what you’re giving me, Jethro, it makes everything worthwhile. It makes everything I believed real.”

Her cheeks glistened as she smiled through her tears. “Nothing could’ve prepared me for this. Nothing could’ve taught me to feel this way. I’m ready to forget everything. I’m ready to be selfish and steal you like you stole me.”

She cried out as I thrust my fingers deeper inside her, tearing my name from her lips.

“I—I only want you,” she groaned. “Only you. Promise me that I can keep you. Promise me.”

My heart…shit, my heart.

It unlocked.

The padlock fell free.

Her words were a key. Her forgiveness and love and strength and everything that made her pure stole me from my life of pain.

She changed me.

Right there.

Right then.

I became hers.

Irreversibly.

“I promise,” I swore. I needed to climb into her soul and cement everything we’d just confessed. “I’m so messed up over you. I—” I couldn’t talk anymore. I was too f*cking fragile. Too overwhelmed.

I grabbed her chin, twisting her neck to kiss me. I took her mouth savage and strong. I drove my tongue past her lips and admitted once and for all that I might be a Hawk; I might be a son destined for tragedy, but none of that mattered as long as I had her.

She trembled in my hold as I kissed her deeper, harder. My thumb swirled on her clit, matching the rhythm of my fingers driving in and out of her *.

Her hips moved, using me to drive herself to ecstasy.

“Promise me that you’ll never cut me out. Promise me that you’ll never walk away—no matter how badly I f*ck up.” I wanted to bind her in this moment—an ironclad agreement that she would never leave—no matter how bad things got.

Because I would f*ck it up. She would end up hating me.

I had debts to extract, her brother to dispatch, and an empire to steal.

I wasn’t perfect. Her love didn’t make me a better man—it just gave me the strength to continue fighting.

Her inner walls fluttered around my touch. My mouth watered to taste her.

“I—I promise.” Another cry escaped as her hips rocked harder on my hand. I wrapped my arm tighter around her.

“Oh, God…yes…Jethro…please…” Her face flushed, every muscle hummed with the need to release.

She gave me complete control over her body and soul.

I lost it.

“Christ, I want to be inside you.” I grabbed my cock, riding my palm. “So much. So f*cking much.” I jacked off with brutal violence, trying to tame the lust in my blood all while making it worse.

I’d never needed anyone as much as I needed her.

I’d never had the need to draw pain or bite or devour. But now I did. I wanted to ruin her. I was out of my mind with f*cking desire.

Nila reached behind, steadying my hand. Her breathing was as ragged as mine. “I need it, too.” Biting her lip, she guided my pounding erection between her legs and pushed against the side. “Don’t hold back. Never again. I can handle what you have to give.”

I shivered. “Fuck, Nila.”

She wanted everything.

She wanted me. All of me. The twisted parts. The dark parts.

Me.

She was…peace. She was…sanity. She was…home.

She wants me.

I clenched my jaw. Her heat beckoned me. I was no longer human but an animal who needed to claim his mate.

Fisting the base of my cock, I bent my knees and thrust.

We both groaned.

It felt so f*cking good.

Her slipperiness coated me, but it wasn’t enough. She was too tight.

A tameless growl echoed in my chest as she pushed back, forcing me to fill her faster.

“Shit,” I grunted as she pushed again.

“More. I need more,” she begged.

I almost came from the exquisite tightness of her body. Every ripple of her muscles was like a fist around my girth. My balls twitched, preparing to spurt inside this woman—my f*cking woman—now that I was rightfully home.

“I have to work you. You’re not relaxed enough.”

She shook her head, her face twisting with need. “No. Give it to me. Goddammit, Jethro, please…f*ck me. I can’t…” Her core contracted as I thrust again.

My lips pulled back as I drank in her piercing lust. “You need me inside you?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

I drove harder. “You need me to f*ck you?”

Her head flew back as I forced my size past her body’s limits. “Yes. I need you. All of you.”

I was only half-way in. My dick was too much for her. As much as she wanted me, as enticing as her moans were, I refused to hurt her more tonight. Tonight was about pleasure.