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He’s slow and as careful as he can be, but he can’t control his own lust. It drives him to thrust harder and deeper, until I’m moaning. Until he’s all the way inside me.
Quade’s fingers find my button and start rubbing me in a hard, persuasive rhythm. He makes me come, just as he erupts inside my ass, pumping his load deep inside me.
After a while, he finally pulls out.
He cleans us again with the cool water.
Over the next two days, Quade is relentless. I sleep deeply, only to be awoken by his hungry mouth and his rock-hard cock. He takes me in every possible way, over and over.
I lose count of how many times I drink him. Of how many times he pumps his seed inside my pussy. And how many times he claims my ass.
I feel fully spent. And very sore.
He holds me as I cry.
“I’m keeping you, Evie. You’re mine.” He gazes down at me with that blue amazement. Then he whispers, “I love you, Evie.”
It’s a heavy thing to say when we’ve only known each other a few days, but, hell, we’re stranded on a deserted island. There’s nothing to lose. So I say, “I love you, too, Quadie,” because in a way, I do. I love Drake, too. Maybe it’s strange that I would, but I don’t care about that. They’ve shown me a side of myself that’s just as real as the proper schoolgirl who always does what she’s told. They’ve shown me my own wild femininity and my own power. I like those parts of myself. In some ways, I feel more me than I ever have, even if that’s wrong.
Anyway, I’m here with them. I can’t leave them, even if I wanted to. And I don’t want to.
Quade feeds me and gives me more of his seed and another drink of water. Then he lets me sleep.
I sleep for days.
I can feel, every now and then, his mouth, licking my pussy until I come. Sometimes he suckles on my nipples, or rains his seed onto my breasts and rubs it all over my skin. If I ask him for a drink, he gives me his cock and I thirstily drink his seed. Only then will he give me water. But I’m only vaguely aware of these things. My exhaustion has caught up with me.
But then, much later, I feel Quade’s mouth on me again. “Wake up, sleepy girl. You’ve been sleeping for two days. Quadie needs you.”
It’s cute how he calls himself the nickname I gave him. I smile at him.
I’m on my back and my legs are open. He licks me in lazy, wet strokes. I touch his blond, salty hair with my fingers, caressing him. Then he climbs up my body and slides his very-hot, thick cock into me, all the way to the hilt.
I gasp but I’m not so sore as I was. And I feel well rested.
Quade’s in a frenzy, almost, like something has changed. Like his possessiveness has become even more feral. He makes me come, then he growls my name as his cock throbs and his seed gushes deep inside me.
Once the ripples calm, he pulls out. Which is sort of unusual for him. He usually stays inside.
“I have to hunt,” he says. “Our stores are low.”
“What do you hunt?”
“There are wild pigs on the island. And birds, stoats, whatever we can get our hands on.”
“Can I come with you?”
“No. You’ll stay here until I come back.”
“Why? I want to come.”
“I said no,” he says gruffly.
“Why not?” I’m crying a little, but I feel mad, too. And petulant. I close my legs and curl onto my side.
“They’ll all know about you by now,” he says. “Drake will have been looking for you. And my guess is that, by now, the others will be, too.”
“Why can’t I see them?”
