ANYA
CHAPTER THIRTY
The sound of waves registered through the fog, but all I could focus on was this man in front of me and this desire swirling in the pit of my stomach.
Jetmir’s sculpted body was flush against mine. “You can scream while I fuck you. No one will hear.”
A map of goose bumps covered my skin, and it had everything to do with the insinuation in his dark tone and his burning gaze as it roamed my body.
“How…” My voice caught. “… considerate.”
Then his full lips slammed against mine, and every thought I’d ever had dispersed from my mind when he thrust his tongue inside.
His one hand still fisted my hair while his other held me by my throat.
It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a clash of teeth, lips, and tongues. This animalistic claiming was his way of reminding me I was his and I would always belong to him.
Jetmir ravaged and devoured me, kissing me harder.
We pulled back, both of us heaving, our chests rising and falling in tandem. “Thorne…”
His eyes flashed victoriously and I realized I defaulted to the name he gave me. “I haven’t touched a soul since you left me,” he admitted in a raspy voice. “I’m always yours, my angel. Only yours. But God help me, you’re mine too.”
He kissed me again. His grip tightened on my hair and his other hand cupped my naked breast, pinching an achingly hard nipple.
Zaps of pleasure sparked, and the wanton part of my brain insisted I submit and allow myself to enjoy it for what it was: closure. He may not agree, but that wasn’t my concern; I was getting off this island and away from my husband whether he liked it or not.
I hooked my tied wrists around his neck, kissing him back with the same passion. It’d been so long since I had him inside me. Our earlier foreplay didn’t compare to the pleasure I knew he could give.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you.” I dug my fingernails at his nape, threading them roughly through his thick dark hair.
“I’ll fuck you into forgiveness.” His voice darkened and so did his eyes.
“You might as well give up now.” I breathed, hooking my leg on his hip bone and grinding against him shamelessly. “Untie me.”
“No.”
His hands on my body were savage and meticulous at the same time.
He pinched my sensitive nipple again, flesh pressed against my flesh, and the subtle act sent ripples of pleasure through me.
He hooked his hands beneath my thighs and hoisted me up, taking a few steps before laying me down on soft grass.
Our eyes connected, and I drowned in his possessive gaze while all our past shared moments flashed through my mind. Our first date. Our first kiss. Dancing in the rain. Kissing in the rain.
God, how could I ever think I could escape him or these feelings that lingered inside me?
“I’ve been dreaming about you every night,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Every single night from the moment you left me, wife.”
Then he rammed inside me in one go, filling me to the hilt.
Our strangled groans filled the air and his head came to rest against my forehead. “I’m finally home, my angel.”
He remained buried, not moving for several heartbeats, both of us breathing each other’s scents. I could hear waves crashing in the distance, the sound of cicadas and the rustle of the breeze through the trees, but my focus was entirely on this man.
He pulled out softly, almost gently, only to thrust all the way inside. He did it again, and again, ramming me with his cock in a ruthless rhythm, fucking me, owning me. Maybe he meant to punish me, but every thrust drew a moan from deep within my throat and spurred him on.
I carved indentations into his nape with my nails, and I should have used the opportunity to really hurt him. To stop him. But I didn’t. Instead, I let him wreck my world and fuck me senselessly.
If he gave me a choice now to stop, I didn’t think I would. I wanted him with such pent-up desire that it was driving me insane.
“Mine.” He thrust deep into me, rocking my world. “This pussy is mine. This body is mine. You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.”
He fucked me like a madman. He drove inside me with such power, I feared I’d drown in him.
“Oh… Thorne…” I screamed. It was always intense when he fucked me, but this took the cake.
“That’s right,” he grunted, pistoning his hips. “Call for me.”
“Thorne…” I moaned, holding on to him like he was my rock in this hurricane when really, he was the eye of the storm. “More… I need… more.”
He gave me exactly what I needed and I took it.
“My angel,” he grunted, sliding his hand up and applying pressure on my neck, kissing the outline of my jaw. “My good wife.”
I tilted my chin up, offering him more skin, and he bit my throat so hard that I gasped.
“You and me… Forever, wife. Nobody will take you away.” He thrust in and out of me, and I feared when this was over, I wouldn’t be able to walk straight. “Not your family. Fucking nobody. I’ll never let you go.”
“But you hurt my brother,” I sobbed while the pressure in my core built and built. Tears stained my face as he drove deep, hitting my sensitive spot over and over again.
His tongue darted out and he licked my tears as he whispered, “I’ll fix it.”
He continued to own every inch of me as he murmured his praise, switching over to Russian or Albanian… or maybe it was even Spanish—I was too far gone to make sense of his words. All I could feel was him. All I could breathe was him.
He pulled my hair and nipped at the spot where my neck and collarbone met, and the most powerful orgasm washed over me. It went on for what felt like eternity, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake. My husband fucked me through it, drawing out his own pleasure.
My inner muscles strangled him and he stiffened, finally spilling inside me. By the time we both came down from the high, I was a limp, languid mess. My ears still rang from the intensity of that release, and I felt thoroughly claimed.
He possessed me. Owned me. Destroyed me.
“Mine,” he growled against my lips as he devoured them again, dragging his teeth over my bottom lip and fucking my mouth with his tongue.
I hated that I caved so easily. I hated myself for wanting this man. I hated myself for still loving him.
Sooner or later, this love would destroy us. I could only pray that we didn’t take another member of our family down with us.