Chapter Fifty-two (Saraya's POV) present Time…

I needed to feel him. To hold him tightly to my skin and have him inside me – and just be one with him. My heart thudded faster than normal as he continued to suckle on my nipples. Painful pleasure surged through my bloodstream and straight to my brain. I pushed my chest out more to give him better access while framing his face to show him what I wanted, making him take each nipple at intervals. I was dripping wet and my pussy ached to have him fill me up. My head continually played flashes of the time he sank into that hole. My heart rate increased. My ears pounded.

The very thought that it could have ended up being his watery grave made me whimper with anguish at the sheer thought of losing him in that way.

Rising from the bed, I climbed atop him, hurriedly reaching for his cock, I made him push into me. I was so wet it appeared he fit into me in one stroke. I groaned – a mixture of pleasure and pain kindled by the images in my head. Throwing my head back, my hair spilt down my