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  My hands slipped through her hair, holding the silky chocolate strands, allowing her to suck me but also reminding her who was in charge.

  Her head bobbed, her hand dropping to cup my balls while she sucked and ensured I was ready to come in two fucking seconds. The temptation to explode down her throat almost undid me. The way she knew exactly how to make me lose it. The power she had over me made me aggressive with the desire to use her.

  My mind swam as lust became even headier.

  She whimpered around my girth, making my ass clench to drive into her and a ripple of precum threaten that I was moments away from splintering apart. My vision turned hazy as I looked down at her on her knees before me.

  A tsunami of love hit me.

  I drowned beneath how much I fucking adored her, worshipped her, and wanted to destroy her all at once. Her saliva glistened around my cock where it disappeared into her mouth. Her teeth teased my skin as I arched into her, feeding more length onto her tongue, and her eyes spoke the same message that mine did.

  She loved me back.

  Fuck, I’m so goddamn lucky.

  I rolled forward, my balance faltering.

  My gaze locked on the bed behind her where she’d put the box.

  I froze.

  Lust magnified until my voice echoed with feral desire. “You brought the sensors.”

  Eleanor nodded, her mouth still locked around my cock. Slowly, she pulled away and licked her lips. “I bought cinta too. Not that we need it.” She squirmed on the floor. “If you don’t touch me soon, I’m going to come just from sucking you.”

  Dropping my hands from her hair, I cupped under her elbows and hoisted her from the carpet. Throwing her backward onto the bed, I made sure she didn’t land on the box, and the moment she bounced on her back and her legs splayed, I pounced.

  The bed was so high, it was a convenient level to bend at the waist and press my mouth against her pussy. I ripped her underwear down her legs, leaving her bare.

  Her spine arched off the mattress. Her fingernails scratched my scalp. And she wasn’t kidding with how needy she was.

  She came the moment I thrust my tongue inside her.

  “Oh, God.” Her inner muscles throbbed around my invasion. Her clit swelled in my mouth. Her taste consumed me, and I grew fucking drunk on her pleasure.

  I licked and bit all while she broke apart, dragging out her orgasm until she thrashed and tried to push my head away. “Sensitive.”

  I kept licking, inserting two fingers inside her, loving how wet she was.

  “Sully!” Her hand latched on my wrist, preventing me from driving back inside her. “That felt too good.”

  Obeying her need to recover, I stood and wiped at her wetness smeared on my chin. “Better?”

  “Just getting started.” She lay naked with her legs spread, her eyes no longer grey but silver with sexual need. “Come here. I want you inside me.”

  I clucked my tongue. “Patience, my dear Jinx.” Grabbing the box, I opened it to find she’d brought four lots of sensors and a bottle of cinta. I shuddered at the thought of dabbling in the drug tonight.

  We were both worked up.

  If we took it, there’d be no stopping us. We’d be at it all fucking night.

  Sounds like a fabulous idea.

  What Jethro didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. He didn’t need to know if Eleanor and I christened every inch of this suite while deep in the VR world of a fantasy.

  Eleanor never took her eyes off me as I pulled out the eye lenses and earbuds. “Sit up.”

  She obeyed instantly, allowing me to place the lenses over her stunning pupils and gently insert the earbuds.

  She blinked, encouraging her vision to accept the obstruction. While she acclimatised, I placed the second lot of lenses over my own eyes and inserted two earbuds. We’d long since stopped using the other sensors. Why did we need to obstruct touch and taste when we already lived a fantasy?

  Bending, I removed my trousers and pulled my cell phone free from the pocket.

  Eleanor sucked in a breath as I pulled up the app for Euphoria and the many cyphered fantasies that we’d enjoyed, yet to enjoy, and a few I hadn’t finished coding.

  “What do you want?” I asked, my voice still rough and dark. “A dungeon like we joked about? A picnic where everyone watches me eat you for lunch? How about a dark alley where you beg me not to fuck you?”

  Eleanor deliberately ran a finger over her bottom lip, ratcheting up my lust until my heart pounded in my chest. “What do you want?” She blinked as if an idea sprang to mind. “What’s your deepest, darkest fantasy, Sully Sinclair?” She scooted onto her knees, and her breasts jiggled as she added, “Take me there. Do whatever you want to me.”

  I cocked my head. “My fantasy? What about yours?”

  “We can do mine another time.” She raked her eyes down my nakedness, fixating on my throbbing cock. “I want to know yours.”

  My thumb scrolled absently through the many lines of codes. Fantasies that guests had requested. Others that I’d made just for backup. And one that I’d done my best to forget.

  Clicking on the bottom link, I mulled over what this could do.

  I did have one experience I hadn’t shared or sold.

  I’d programmed a particular hallucination only a few days after buying Jinx. The fantasy had popped into my head while I’d tossed and turned, unable to sleep, burning up with fucking want for her.

  Instead of giving in and going to her villa, I’d typed the code and come from the illusion. Buying myself more time before I admitted to myself how helplessly fucked I was when it came to her.

  It wasn’t the typical dominant fantasy, sharing, or even voyeuristic.

  It was...weird really.

  Singularly mine and odd in so many ways.

  Which all fantasies were, really.

  I’d learned that truth with the peculiar perversions of my guests over the years.

  Eleanor watched me carefully, understanding sparking in her gaze. “You already have one, don’t you?”

  “It’s not what you think,” I growled. “It’s not even a fantasy per sey, more of a playground where I’m most free.”

  “Sounds perfect. Let’s go.” Eleanor smiled, holding out her hand for me to place mine in hers. “Press the button, Sully.”

  I bit my bottom lip, glancing around the suite. As long as we stayed here, we would have privacy. However, if our inhibitions became too consumed by the illusion, who the hell knew where we’d end up.

  Jethro and his wife might find us fucking on his lawn if we weren’t careful, completely unhinged and in a totally different world to this one.

  Precautions are needed.

  Locking my phone screen, I clutched it in my fist as I marched naked to the bathroom where two fluffy bathrobes hung on diamante hooks.

  Ripping out the belts, I carried both back to Eleanor who’d scooted onto her knees to track me. “Stand up,” I commanded, smirking when she launched herself to the rich carpeted floor, anticipation and need glowing on her skin.

  “Eager, Eleanor?” I murmured as I ducked to my haunches and tied her ankle to the bedframe.

  “You have no idea.” She shuddered as I ran my fingers up the back of her leg, stroking the sensitive skin behind her knee before creeping up, up, up, and running a gentle touch through the hot slipperiness of her pussy.

  “Oh, I think I do.” I inserted the tip of my finger, falling head over heels in love with her all over again as she grabbed my wrist and forced my touch higher inside her. “Fuck, you’re going to pay for that.”

  She groaned, her gaze dilated and fixated on my nakedness. Her hips rocked on my hand. “I’ll happily pay whatever you want if you put me out of my misery.”

  “Anything?” I slid my arm around her waist, jerking her against me. I inserted another finger, stretching her, making her writhe in my arms. “Would you let me tie you up? Have you in any position? Do whatever I fucking wanted?”

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nbsp; “God, yes.”

  My thumb rubbed her clit, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers. “You’re mine. Do you deny it?”

  She struggled to raise her hand, flashing her wedding and engagement rings in my face. “Legally yours and wholeheartedly.”

  My cock throbbed, leaking another droplet of demented desire. “You say the sweetest things.”

  “I try.” She snapped her teeth. “But I won’t stay sweet unless you deliver what you’re promising.”

  “Patience, filthy Jinx.” Removing my hand from her pussy, I bent and tied my own ankle, her wetness on my fingers making the knot slippery. At least this way, we would stay behind closed doors.

  Pushing her away a little, I leaned over the bed and grabbed the bottle of cinta. I shook it, raising my eyebrow. “You’re drenched already. I’m hard as a fucking rock. We both don’t need this, but...fancy turning our sexual hunger into a famine?”

  She licked her lips, her cheeks flushed. “Adding fuel to the fire?”

  “Pouring an entire drum of gasoline.”

  Her chest rose and fell. “I can’t promise I’ll be able to control it. I’m already out of my mind with lust.”

  “Guess we’ll find out how wild we can be.” I kissed her, pressing my skin to hers and adding another layer of electrical heat.

  Bad idea.

  Her mouth opened wide.

  Her tongue lashed over mine.

  A simple kiss exploded into a teeth-clacking, dry-humping inferno. It would be so easy to hoist her up my body and plunge inside her. So fucking tempting to thrust—

  Tearing my mouth away, I snarled, “Open.”

  Panting, she did as she was told, blinking rapidly while swaying on her feet.

  Squeezing the dropper, I unscrewed the bottle and hovered the glass dispenser over her tongue. She never looked away as I squeezed one droplet into her mouth.

  Her eyes closed as she swallowed, making my stomach clench and cock bob with desire. Tipping my head back, I swallowed my own dose before fastening the bottle and tossing it back onto the bed.

  The recipe in this particular drug was a much safer, saner version of elixir. It didn’t hijack neural pathways or take over mental capacity and blood flow. There was no risk of a heart attack like its predecessor.

  Cinta merely took what lust was already there and increased it to a level where the host felt drunk. Where any and all self-consciousness was deleted, and the only thought in your entire body was to be connected with your significant other.

  That was why it worked so well for our unhappily married couples who came for counselling. Strip back the arguments, the grudges, and the past, and you were left with a healthy fresh start centred entirely on basic chemistry.

  Eleanor moaned under her breath as she reached for me. Her nipples peaked, and a trickle of need slid down her inner thigh. Her fingers hissed with power, shocking my skin as she stepped into me.

  My balls tightened. My pulse hitched.

  I wanted her so fucking much.

  But not here.

  Tonight, we’d attended a ball in costumes and disguises.

  Now...we were free to visit a place far more fitting.

  We were free to be us.

  Unlocking my phone, I highlighted the link I’d never loaded before and pressed the button.

  Chapter Nine

  I BLINKED AS AN entirely new world unfolded before me.

  The chirps of birds pierced my comprehension first. The babble of a brook. The crash of a waterfall. The exotic hum of cicadas in the trees serenading with a tropical symphony.

  Unlike previous fantasies that loaded in complete detail, this one evolved from white nothingness into the most extraordinary jungle. Palm trees soared from soil. Leaf matter littered the earth. Glossy bushes, vibrant flowers, and sweeping banyan trees all swept toward the skies.

  Once the trees were in place, vines dripped from their branches, delivering bromeliads and jewelled frogs and the intricate ecosystem of a humid forest.

  The bird and cicada song was drowned out as monkeys chattered in the treetops, and the snuffle of wild pigs and slither of snakes whispered in the undergrowth.

  Everywhere I looked, life existed.

  Not just flora but fauna too.

  A deer bounded off in a spiel of sunlight.

  A black panther slinked up a tree trunk.

  A toucan flew low with its beak glistening with colour.

  And then, there was Sully.

  A man with two legs and two arms but the heart of a beast who belonged wholeheartedly in a place of wilderness over any castle or city.

  I swallowed a gasp as I drank him in.

  His hair was slightly longer, teasing the tops of his shoulders, loose and tangled. His delicious body was bare apart from a simple loincloth made of softened, plaited reeds. His sun-browned stomach rippled with ridges and power. His arms bunched as he fisted his hands by muscular thighs. His feet planted into the soft dirt, and his head cocked like a predator just sensing which way his prey would run.

  He hadn’t changed his outward appearance. He still looked like my husband in every delicious way possible. Just...untamed.

  He grinned as his gaze dropped from mine and skated down my body. “Hello, darling wife. I see my choice of wardrobe suits you well.”

  I followed his stare, fingering the strung shells and delicate beads on multiple cords around my neck. They hung low, dipping into my cleavage with a jingle and jangle of jewels.

  My hair was loose and tickled my naked back. My breasts were bare, my ankles were decorated with strings of more beads and shells, and on my hips hung a simple flaxen skirt.

  I looked as primitive as him.

  As wild as him.

  I grinned. “Is this what you fantasise about when I’m wearing actual clothes?”

  “It’s what I jerk off to when you’re not around.”

  I stepped toward him, letting a spike of jealousy taint my tone. “You pleasure yourself without waiting for me?”

  He matched my step, closing the distance between us. “I have no choice. You’ve bewitched me, woman. I can’t expect you to serve me every time I have a dirty thought about you.”

  “You can.” I reached out to touch the turquoise macaw feather that fluttered from the treetops and snagged in Sully’s hair. “I want you to.”

  He shuddered as my fingertips grazed his cheek. “I want you now.”

  “How much?”

  Grabbing my wrist, he fanned my fingers and pressed them under his loincloth. “So fucking much.”

  I fisted his cock.

  He grunted and swayed, his eyes shooting shards of temper.

  His loincloth didn’t wrap between his legs, leaving the heavy weight of his balls and the thickened steel of his erection bare.

  I took full advantage.

  Stroking him, I murmured, “It feels like you want me a lot.”

  He bit his lip, turning him from sexy to downright fuckable. “I’m barely holding on.”

  “Then let go.” I wedged my thumb against the top of his cock, pressing down and making him jolt. “I want you to let go.”

  Sucking in a breath, he wrapped his hand around my nape and jerked me into him. His lips met my ear, and his hot command slipped directly into my soul. “What I want is for you to run, gorgeous Eleanor.”

  A second passed.

  My heart pounded.

  He pulled away, and our eyes locked.

  His eyebrow cocked as he looked over my shoulder to the wild forest behind me. I’d run from him when he’d been high on elixir, and that had ended with us fornicating until he almost drowned.

  That part had been terrifying, but the rest? The chase, the hunt, the pounce, the mount...it’d been dangerously erotic.

  Dropping his hand from my nape and removing my fingers from his cock, he breathed, “Run.”

  Fire shot down my legs.

  Lust exploded into every extremity.

  I ran.

  I sp
un and bolted, leaping over fallen logs and vanishing into the thicket of vines, humidity, and undergrowth. My necklaces tinkled a runaway song. My anklets tickled my legs. My flaxen skirt kissed my naked thighs. And every element added to the snarling thirst in my blood for him. For Sully. For sex.

  I ran even though I wanted him to catch me.

  Wetness slid down my inner thigh as my brain flickered between self-preservation and sacrificing myself to his sexual fury.

  Sully didn’t chase initially.

  His snarl-filled groan was the only thing that followed as I galloped through the thick foliage.

  But then the crash of his attack sounded, the thud of heavy footfalls coming after me.

  My heart flurried in panic, swamping with demented need. Cinta-amplified lust fogged my thoughts until my vision hazed with it. Until I gasped and mewled for it.

  I needed him.

  So fucking much.

  I wanted to fall to my knees and let him trap me.

  I wanted him to beg to claim me.

  I wanted to beg.

  I wanted us linked and writhing, thrusting and coming.

  I couldn’t explain the raw desire that fleeing from him gave me. The primordial triggers of being mounted and claimed, blending with the undeniable hunger to be used. As graphically and as brutally as possible.

  No matter how many fancy clothes or intricate words we spoke as a species, we were still just beasts at heart.

  Beasts who wanted to maul and—

  “When I catch you, Jinx, I want to hear you scream as I fuck you.”

  Oh, God.

  My breath caught as I dodged around a palm tree, running deeper into whatever illusion Sully had programmed. Unlike the pine forest where Drake had met his end, this one never stopped. There was no portal to return me back to the centre of the illusion. The pathways and animal tracks kept guiding me farther into density.

  Breathing hard, I ran swifter.

  I exploded from the thick undergrowth beside a river’s edge. Ferns bobbed in the muggy breeze. Parrots darted in the sun. Dragonflies hovered and lizards sun-baked and fish glittered in the stream.

  So much beauty.

  So much peace.

  Arms lashed around me from behind.

  Sully’s harsh breath filled my ear as he kicked apart my ankles and lowered me to the ground in one swift move. “Caught you.” His teeth scraped the back of my neck as he collapsed to his knees behind me. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”