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I wanted to lick it. To taste him. I needed everything he could give me.
Light-headedness dragged me back from sensation and sex, bringing bruises and pain, revealing the dangerous tightrope we walked of erotic play and true suffocation.
I can’t breathe.
My fingers scratched at his knuckles, self-preservation finally making an appearance, trying to get free.
He didn’t notice. Consumed by the body-wracking orgasm he rode, he grinded into me, rutting as deep as he could, jerking with every clench of desire.
Only once his face went lax and the madness receded from his eyes did he look down and freeze.
Chapter Two
THE FOG OF ELIXIR lifted for a few horrifying seconds.
Eleanor gasped below me, her lips a tinge of terrifying blue, her face white with blood streaking her cheek.
Fuck.
Fuck!
I ripped my hands from her neck.
What the fuck are they doing around her neck?
Wincing, I withdrew and crawled away from her as fast as I could. The world swam, the corners all black, the world nothing but a sexual mist.
I’d done that to her.
I’d hurt her.
I’d been inside her, taking everything, and I’d been too consumed with my own needs to notice.
She coughed and rubbed her throat, swallowing a few times as she slowly stood.
Goddammit, her entire body looked as if it’d been mauled by a monster. Scratches on her chest, a bite mark on her shoulder, red finger impressions around her throat.
I shoved myself to my feet, desperate to get to my villa and lock myself inside.
This was why I told her to keep her goddamn distance. This was why I’d told her to run.
Raking hands through my hair, I yanked at the strands, trying to get control of myself, very aware that sand covered every inch of us. We glittered with the fucking stuff. It stuck to my cock, to the moisture glistening between her legs, to our very lips.
The minute my gaze found her mouth, my vision crept dark with crimson need. A fugue blew in like rainclouds, consuming rational thoughts, descending me into hell.
The fire in my balls returned. The excruciating drive to grab her, impale her, and fuck her until I came again and again and again.
Christ!
Bending over, I clutched my thighs, trying to breathe and return to humanity. To shed the filth inside me and forget about the salacious, suggestive seduction to just use her.
Use her and discard her.
Fuck her.
Kill her.
Do whatever I goddamn wanted.
No matter how deep I breathed, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop the obscene scream for sex. I was way too fucking aroused. Way too fucking hard. Way too lost to stop.
“Sully…it’s okay,” Eleanor held up her hand. She stepped toward me, her lithe body swollen and ready for mine.
It would be so easy to grab her and slip inside her again. To claim the final holes I hadn’t taken. To make her mine forever.
But if I let myself fall again, I might not wake up in time. I might remain in the elixir’s claws all while I suffocated her.
“Stay back.” My voice echoed with my past self but hissed with dangerous bloodshed. “Go away. Get as far away from me as you can.”
Before she could argue, I broke into a run.
My villa wasn’t far.
If she wouldn’t run, I would.
I could get there before I drowned again.
Please.
Grabbing my cock so the fucking thing didn’t hurt any more than it already did, I threw myself into the fastest sprint I could.
“Sully…wait!”
Eleanor’s surprised shout followed me into the shadows, chasing me around corners as I bolted toward my sanctuary.
With each stride, I did my best to stay sane. With each pump of my overworked heart, I willed my body to beat the treacherous elixir.
But my willpower was not enough. I was a weak fucking idiot who thought he could play god with a person’s nervous system and not pay the price.
The price for me was hurting the one woman I cared for.
And I’d done it while getting off on the best fucking sex I’d ever had.
Sex.
Christ, yes.
I needed it.
Craved it.
My run turned to a crippling trip, and I fell to my knees in the sand.
My hand went from holding my cock in protection to jerking it with nasty assault. The sand on my sensitive skin only added another element of pain to my pleasure, and the ever-ready orgasm shot up my legs, into my balls, and jettisoned out my tip.
I groaned and tipped forward, digging my free hand into the sand to stay upright while my other continued to pump. The sensation of coming stole air from my lungs and vision from my eyes, but only a single drop of semen shot out.
One drop.
My fourth orgasm and already my balls were dry.
The moment the teeth-clenching release let me go, I looked over my shoulder with manic hope that Eleanor had followed me. That she’d appear from the shadows and fall before me in servitude.
