She was so sweet.

So hot.

So wet.

So alive.

Stay alive, Estelle.

No matter what happened on this island, I needed her to stay alive. I was sick to death of being her friend and respecting the boundaries she’d drawn.

“I need you.” My lips worked faster, kissing harder.

Her hips rocked, pressing her lower belly against my steel-hard erection.

She didn’t verbally give me permission, but her body did. Christ, how it did with mews and groans, trembling and arching into my touch.

“I’m so bloody mad at you.” I nipped her.

She groaned as I threw away my crutch and slipped my hand beneath her t-shirt. I shuddered as I palmed her bra-less breast.

“So, so mad.”

A smile teased her lips. “Is this your way of showing it?”

I kissed the smugness from her mouth. “No, this is how I force you to obey me and not be so stupid in the future.”

“Obey you?” Her breathing accelerated as I rolled her nipple between my fingers.

“Always, just like I demanded before.”

The softest sigh escaped her as I pressed my cock along her body. I throbbed for a release. Already my spine tensed with an impending orgasm and my balls tightened to marble.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

Her head fell back as I kissed my way along her chin. Pinching her nipple, I inserted my free hand down the front of her shorts.

She bucked as I touched her where I’d been dying to touch her for weeks.

“Wait...”

I sucked her bottom lip as I fingered her. “No.”

“I’m...I’m pissed at you.” Her legs opened for me. “Stop...” Her head fell forward as I inserted my index finger inside her.

Languages didn’t mean a thing to me anymore. All I conversed in was how incredible she writhed on my finger, how wet, how hot, how eager. Curling my touch, I pressed my thumb against her clit. My head angled, kissing her, driving my tongue in time with my finger.

I coaxed her to give in to me. I forced her to forget where we were, what had happened, and just live in the moment. This intoxicating, sexual moment.

Tearing her face from mine, she half-heartedly tried to stop me. Her fingers looped around my wrist, tugging away from her shorts.

I shook my head. “No. You want this. Same as me.”

“Not like this.”

“Not like how?” I stole another kiss, dragging a moan from her as I inserted a second finger.

It took a long moment for her to reply.

Her eyes squeezed as her hips rocked against my hand. “Not as a punishment.”

“Punishment?” Her pussy clenched around my touch. “This isn’t punishment, Estelle.”

Her eyes opened, blazing into mine. “What would you call it?”

I nuzzled into her hair, pressing upward and driving into her soft body. “I’d call it the opposite of punishment.”

She struggled.

I couldn’t let her overthink this. Who knew if she’d ever let me get this close again. Abandoning her breast, I grabbed her chin. “Kiss me.”

“No.” Her eyes fluttered as I fingered her faster. “Kiss me like you’re sorry. Kiss me and promise you’ll never do anything like that again.”

“I’ll promise nothing of the sort.”

“Fine. I’ll make you agree to a different kind of promise.”

Her eyes flared as my fingers shifted from teasing to demanding a response.

“I’m going to make you come. And when you do, that’s a contract between you and me that you’ll do everything in your power to stay safe. You won’t be reckless...” I thrust with both fingers. “You won’t be heroic...” I massaged her clit. “And you’ll let me into your goddamn heart because you’re already in mine.” I pressed my erection against her thigh as my fingers dove into her pussy.

She bit back a moan as I forced her body to respond. A flush of wetness covered my hand and the clutching of her delicate muscles increased the higher I forced her.

“Stop.” She raised her heavy-lidded gaze, cursing and begging at the same time. Her tongue licked her lips, aroused and annoyed and so bloody beautiful I couldn’t stand it.

“No, I won’t stop.”

“G...”

“Never. Not until you come.”

“I won’t—”

I grinned as her legs turned to jelly and her weight slouched against mine. Her forehead slammed on my shoulder. I propped her up and kept fingering her. My wrist ached. My spine tickled with sweat. And my cock begged for attention.

But this wasn’t about me.

This was about Estelle.

And I wanted her to find a smidgen of pleasure, right here, right now.

Tilting her face toward mine, I took possession of her mouth again. Our lips danced, our tongues duelled, and everything I never let myself hope for came true.

Estelle responded, kissing me back with ferocity.

I was completely at her mercy. I might be the one touching her body, drawing physical desire. But she was the one touching my soul, wrapping strings around my heart and fastening me to her forever.

I groaned as her sex rippled over my fingers. I couldn’t stop my hips rocking against her hip. “Feel that?” I kissed the corner of her mouth. “Feel how much I want you?”

She moaned.

“You own me, Estelle. How can this be about punishment when you can feel how much I want you, the depth of what I feel for you?”