Deserted: Chapter 23

“Wait—” I had to clear my throat because there was no moisture in my mouth—it was all in my vagina apparently. “Isn’t this an indication that I agreed?”

His expression darkened, but he didn’t stop moving within me. A decidedly unfair way to have a debate. “I need you to say the words,” he said softly. “Our time here is a chance to lay the ghosts to rest. To move forward. But you need to be all in.”

“How would it work?” I asked, proud my words were somewhat clear.

Reece changed our angle, the sands allowing him to place me horizontally so he could thrust harder and faster. Logical thought was fading again, and I knew this bastard was doing this on purpose. “While we are on this mission in the Desert Lands,” he rasped out, answering my question, “you will come to me and only me to fulfill the needs of your body. New or dark-moon, it does not matter. Another man will not touch you, and you will not touch yourself.”

I was shaking my head, but he growled and cut me off before I could get a word in.

“Nonnegotiable. I’ve been obsessed with you for years, Lale, and the longer I ignored it, the worse it grew. So for now, your body, your pleasure… and your fucking pussy belong to me. At least until we get this out of our system.”

As if to prove his point, he allowed the sand to take all of my weight and used his hands to trace across my skin, fingertips swirling over my nipples and down the muscles of my abdomen before he reached my clit. His strokes there were firm, moving in time to his thrusts, and I was too far gone to do anything except moan and try not to fall into the spirals of my impending orgasm.

“Agree, Angel!” he said on a groan. For all of his control, he was affected too, and that was a powerful feeling.

“I know what you’re doing,” I bit back, desperate not to come but knowing I was literally a second from being sucked into the abyss of pleasure that was coating me like endless space.

Reece snorted out a rough laugh. “I doubt that very much.”

This response took me by surprise, and my lack of argument spurred Reece on. His body got harder and hotter, every part of him seemed to grow larger as he dropped his head down to wrap his lips and tongue around my nipple. I screamed, unable to stop the orgasm no matter how much I wanted to.

This time, though, he came with me, cock jerking as I felt the hot explosion of his power and essence inside. We rode out this orgasm for a long time, an impressively long amount of time, and I allowed myself to truly consider his proposal.

There were flaws to the plan, so many ways it could go wrong, but after years of missing Reece and wishing for a way to repair the broken bonds between us, I was tempted to go all in. “There’s a chance this could work,” I said when I could finally talk.

He lifted his head from the nipple that he’d claimed a moment ago.

“A great chance,” he said.

I nodded. “Even if it is hate-fucking, it’s a way to cleanse us of our anger and give us a second chance at friendship. But we’re going to need some ground rules.”

Our bodies were still joined, neither one of us ready to move away. And I clearly had his full attention.

“We cannot get emotionally attached,” I said bluntly. “At the end of this, we both have to walk away.” His brow furrowed, but I pushed on. “I will not touch another, but I expect the same from you while this agreement is in place.”

“Done,” he said without hesitation.

I took another deep breath. “And I think it’s best that we don’t get our friends involved. This is just between us.”

His gaze darkened, and I could feel the rumble deep in his body, which was still intimately entwined with mine. That last rule wasn’t sitting right with him, but I pushed on anyway. “This lasts as long as we’re in the Desert Lands, and then… we let the past go and allow ourselves a different future.”

His eyes seared my soul. “Okay, Angel. If you want rules, we can have them. As long as you remember”—his power slid along his hard cock and into my pussy, sending vibrating shocks of pleasure through me—“that as long as we’re in the Desert Lands. No fighting. No anger. No enemies.”

Those words were branded in my energy now, filling my mind and overwhelming my senses. Reece, jaw tense, finally nodded and in the same breath drove forward again, sliding inside of me in time to the pulse of his power.

My body was already arching up, unable to handle the sensations. ‘Did you not come before?’ I moaned, confused by how damn hard he still was.

A low, dark laugh escaped. ‘I can remain hard for as long as needed, through as many hate fucks as you require.’ His lips twisted over those words, and I briefly wondered why before he growled, “Enough talking.’

After that I forgot everything except living in the moment. Up until this point I’d been somewhat submissive with Reece since sex was not an expertise of mine, but I was done with that now, wanting to take back some control.

Tightening my legs around his waist, I adjusted the position of my hands, preparing to move. Reece figured out what I was doing a split second before I shifted, and even though he attempted to counter—to keep me locked under his grip—he was too late.

Spinning our positions, I used a cross-armed hold to keep him pinned under me, and despite my disadvantages of size and reach, I managed to slide onto his body, riding that hard length as I chased my next orgasm.

‘I am not submissive to you, Reece,’ I rumbled against his mouth, then bit down on his lush bottom lip, drawing the flesh into my mouth and pressing hard enough that if he hadn’t been a god with a god’s strength, I would have broken his skin. ‘If this is going to work, it has to include mutual respect.’

We were talking—okay I was talking and his eyes were darkening—and yet neither of us missed a beat in the fucking. My lower half was a mass of raging energy, an orgasm so close, but this time I refused to allow myself to fall into that pleasure. Not until I had my answer.

Reece’s powerful body surged up under me, his control over the sands giving him the angle needed to slam into me, and as I came down to meet him as well, there was a tremble in my thighs that told me I was going to explode very soon.

‘Dammit, Reece! Meet me— Holy fuck,’ I choked in some air. ‘Meet me half… way.’

‘All the way, Lale,’ he murmured, his voice as hard as the cock driving into me. ‘I don’t do anything halfway, which you’ll find out very soon.’

I couldn’t stop the cry spilling from my lips as he sent me over the edge again. I knew I’d lost that round, but I wouldn’t beat myself up over it. There were going to be many more rounds.

A fact that filled me with both anticipation and dread.

Hate-fucking or not, I had to be able to walk away when it was all over.

I’d already left a broken heart in this desert once before, and I couldn’t do it again.

Whatever happened between us, I needed to protect myself.

It was the only way to keep my reborn world intact.