My tenth release came from his voice alone.
Tucked against his body, allowing us time to scoop up our shattered pieces, he kissed my temple, and whispered, “You are incomparable. I can’t stop wanting you. I want to live inside you forever.”
My core used his words as a literary phallus, feathering and flexing, granting me yet another pleasure-pain explosion.
* * * * *
My eleventh climax came from his sudden aggression.
Plucking me from the fur-cosy bed, he scooted me down his body. I shivered where he touched me. I arched my spine and rolled my hips for him to mount, but he gritted his teeth, wrapped his fist in my hair, and slowly but fiercely pushed my mouth to his groin.
“Suck me. Fuck…suck me.”
His teeth sank into his bottom lip as I obeyed.
He grunted as my lips encircled him, and my tongue slipped down his salty length. My hair tumbled around me as his fingers spasmed with bliss.
The power of sucking him.
The beauty of looking up the chiselled belly of a man on the brink of erotic violence made my body fragment. I spindled and pulverised, coming in bursting waves of shivers and spice.
* * * * *
My twelfth, thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth orgasm were spent in an interlude of dreamy passion.
After we traded mutual fellatio and the sensuous grinding of missionary, we flopped beside each other. Surrounded by furs and fire, we rested for a while, staring at the ceiling and its network of cracks and waterlines, doing our best to recover.
But our breathing remained uneven. Our awareness of each other far too intense.
I wanted to relax. I rubbed at my heart to stop skipping with its unnatural beat, but it was no use. I shook from an overloaded system. I grew weak from using up all my reserves.
I wanted to sleep, but my core still ached to release. My body hadn’t reached satisfaction. I was still a slave to Sully’s nightmarish elixir.
It was me who initiated the next round.
Me who rolled on top of him while he lay with his eyes closed and shaggy hair strewn on the furs.
Me who straddled him, cupped him, and inserted him deep inside me until his belly tensed with need. I rocked my hips, digging my fingernails into his chest as I crashed through another two releases.
He kept his eyes closed as if he didn’t have the willpower to watch me use him. As if he didn’t want to give me the final pieces of whatever shattered heart still tinkled behind his ribs.
But I stole them anyway.
Because I was his goddess.
And that was my elixir-granted magic.
* * * * *
My sixteenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth release arrived in a flux of fierce ferocity.
I’d crawled from the furs, seeking another kind of need. For the first time in hours, my body craved something other than sex. The elixir finally lost its tenacious grip, and thirst for water became paramount.
The leather cuff around my ankle scuffed the earthen floor as I traversed to the side of the cave and collected a rudimentary carved cup. Not far from the pile of utensils waited a large shallow dish, catching the drip, drip, drip of water trickling down the cave’s walls.
Scooping up a cupful, I drank the icy refreshment all in one go.
The chill hit my stomach, making me shiver.
The ability to feel other sensations other than desire made relief roll my shoulders.
I was sore and tired. My heart still felt strange, and my limbs shook from exhaustion. If the elixir was wearing off, could that mean I’d soon be freed from this place?
Would the caveman disappear, and I’d wake up in Sully’s arms on his Indonesian Islands? Would I still be his prisoner?
I ran my hands through my hair, pulling on the length, trying to hasten the process. Now I was no longer the elixir’s wanton slave, I blinked with remembrance…and shame.
Scott.
Oh, my God.
Scott.
I’d slept with another man.
No, not just slept.
I’d devoured another man.
We’d explored each other’s bodies to the point where I’d memorised every inch of his erection, his belly, his chest, his face. He’d tasted me, been inside me. He’d claimed me more thoroughly than anyone before him.
And I’d done it willingly.
Gratefully.
Oh, no.
I buried my face into my hands, shaking my head.
What have I done?
Hands snatched my waist, jerking me into a tower of muscle. “Don’t wake up…not yet. I’m not finished with you.” Fisting my wrist, he flung me against the cave wall, smearing my skin with icy water and muddy residue.
I gasped.
I sank under the elixir’s spell again as he grabbed my face and kissed me recklessly, ruthlessly, desperately.
I kissed him back.
My mind flickered with images of Scott, Sully, and this stranger.
I preferred it when my mind was quiet. When my body was master and everything inside was silent. This time, it was hard to shut it off, drowning under rights and wrongs as I burned through the last few drops of elixir.