Indebted Epilogue
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She laughed, her skin quaking beneath my tongue. “I’ll have to go back over what you’ve said to me and see how much was real and what was fake.”
I chuckled, biting my way down her stomach, nipping each rib, ensuring every inch of her was tasted. “Most was a lie. When I told you I couldn’t stand you, I really meant I loved you. When I said you drove me mad, I really meant I wanted you more than I could breathe.”
Her eyes met mine, liquid with love. “Jethro…”
I smiled lopsidedly. “You had to have guessed how insanely hard I fell for you? Those first texts, the First Debt. Fuck, Nila. It took every willpower not to steal you away then and there.”
Tearing my gaze away, I bit her particularly hard on her hipbone, dragging a strangled cry from her lips. “I’m going to punish you for that. Reprimand you for the power you’ve always held over me.”
She moaned as my mouth latched over her pussy again, only this time, I didn’t just lick; I fucked her with my tongue, lavishing her with my teeth.
Her fingers clenched in the tie, her back arching for more. Planting a hand on her lower belly, I kept her in place as I licked and laved, forcing her to peak fast and hard.
“Oh, shit!”
Her legs locked. “I’m…I’m—”
Her belly fluttered. “Don’t stop. Don’t—”
“Fuuuck.” Her pussy rippled around my tongue.
Her orgasm sparked from nothing, exploding with fireworks. My tongue drank up every clench, and I didn’t stop until she fell limp against the bed.
My chin and lips smeared with her pleasure as I stared up her svelte body, smiling at her wanton happiness. “Are you feeling alive yet, Ms. Weaver?”
She wriggled, her skin flushing. “I’m starting to.”
“Only starting to? I better increase my efforts.”
Climbing up her body, I hovered over her. Impossibly, I fell even more in love with her. Tucking hair from her eyes, I undid the tie around her wrists. “Now, what do you suggest I do with you?”
Her black hair tangled on the pillow as she shrugged, rolling her wrists in their newfound freedom. “Anything your heart desires.”
A grumble sounded low in my chest. “Giving me carte blanche is a dangerous thing.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Why?”
“Because I trust you, Jethro. I trust you with my heart and soul.”
Gritting my jaw, I looked away. She understood me so fucking much. Closing my eyes, I gathered my control. If I let myself give in, I’d be inside her within seconds before we had a chance to fully embrace the alchemy between us.
I groaned as Nila shifted onto her knees. “I know what else you can do.” With fluttering hands, she undressed me like I’d undressed her. Her fingers kissed my lower belly, gathering the hem of my black t-shirt and ripping it over my head. “You can make love to me, so I can return the favour you just gave me.”
Tossing the material onto the floor, her expert touch descended on my jeans. “I want to touch you, fuck you, and keep you forever.” Her talent as a seamstress undid the fastening faster than I ever could, her hands hot on my hips as she shoved my jeans and boxer-briefs down in one go. “Move so I can get rid of these.”
I didn’t speak, lapping up everything she gave.
Rolling onto my back, I copied what she’d done and arched.
Her tongue came out, licking her bottom lip as her eyes locked on my hard dick, slipping my clothing off me and to the floor.
Naked.
Both of us this time.
Time stopped ticking onward. The new day paused. And Nila and I just stared.
Our promises of intensity and taking it slow hovered like scripture, slowly disintegrating the longer we breathed.
I wanted her so fucking much.
Her hand landed on my cock.
And that was it.
I couldn’t do it anymore.
I didn’t know who moved first.
One second, I was on my back, the next, my hands were full of Nila’s hair and my mouth connected with hers.
We threw ourselves together.
Our bodies slammed into one.
Nothing else mattered but joining.
The whip and ties would have to wait for another time. This…this didn’t need props or toys. This was pure undulated passion.
The sheets tangled around my legs as I imprisoned her on her back.
Her chest rose and fell, her breasts squashing deliciously against my chest. “God, Kite…”
Words.
Words weren’t allowed when all I wanted was emotion.
She could talk to me but in silent form. She could beg me but only in her mind. I would hear. I would understand. And I would fucking deliver every command she decreed.
My lips captured hers again. My mind focused on nothing but the rhythmic strokes of her taste, her fingernails slicing down my spine for more.
Somehow, our legs entwined, our arms plaited, our entire bodies fought to get closer. Her legs spread wider, her knees nudging mine as she cradled me between them.
I wanted her like that.
I wanted her rough. Gentle. Safe. Dangerous.
But in that second, I needed her brutal.
She needed me to bite her?
Well, I needed to fuck her.
Shooting upward, I grabbed her hot skin, flipping her onto her front. “Tell me now if this is going to be a problem.”
Sitting on her knees, she arched her spine, standing on all fours. The dip of her spine blew my fucking mind, the crack of her arse leading the way to the hottest wettest cunt I’d ever had.