Biting her lip, she tries not to squirm. Now that he wanted give her pleasure, she wanted to leave. She couldn't trust him.

He would be cruel to her like before. Simply take his own and leave her, tearing her hair in frustration.

"No...I don't-" His thumb moves up, gazing her nipples.

"Let me take care of your need." He rested his forehead against hers, inhaling deeply. "Your pussy weeps like a river for me."

Oh god...Her eyes nearly rolled back as she opens and closes her hands on his broad back, her nails digging in and out.

She can't make out what she was feeling.

"No..Yisrael." She gasps out when his thumb again strokes over her peaks.

"Want to suckle your nipples. Bite them." Their breaths mingled together. He rests the pads of his thumbs over them, kneading.

She shivers, her thighs crushing against his torso. "You won't do it. I know."

He leaned down to her ears, nuzzling them. "But I crave to. I have imagined licking and nibbling you everywhere. Everywhere."

She was floating. She couldn't get any words out only a breathy cry left her lips. His voice was husky and the accent so raspy.

"I can't lose..." She sucked in a breath, when her pussy briefly moved against his hard cock.

He shuddered, tightening his grip on her. "Lose yourself for me." Already he could scent her arousal. It was intense and fiery. "Lose to me, River."

"Yisrael."

He kisses the bottom of her ear, making her tremble. His hot breath making her heat clench.

"Do you want my mouth on your stiffening nipples?"

His fingers gripped the straps of her tank. With perfect coordination, he pulls them down her shoulders till her elbows.

He hisses when he see hers bare tits. They were upthrusting and it's nipples swelling. Her pearl necklace looked pure at the same time, bashful.

She gasps when his roughened hand covers one.

He let out a broken noise. "You are so bitable. So soft."

He removed it only to return his forefinger swirling around one, making her jump in his tightened arm. "Your nipples are so tight."

He pinches it hard and she couldn't help but moan out loud. He glances up, his eyes darkened. "You like that."

Again, he pinches the other one. Her heart was racing as he circled it again and flicked it, roughly.

"You like it when I'm rough."

She had to bite her lips from screeching out. From begging him to continue his delightful torture.

He went back to her earlobe, sucking on it. "Your pussy is aching, isn't it?"

His words were dangerously filthy. So raw but she tried her hardest to let the control not slip away.

When she didn't answer, he pinched her puckered tip brutally making her whine. "Do you want more?"

She nodded, excitedly.

He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pulling them. They were reddening, her pussy clenching with them.

"Say the words." Her toes curled as he squeezed her heavy tits. She was getting so turned on, it was becoming hard to breathe.

His hand trailed down to her shorts. Unbuttoning them, he made her rise on her toes. "Hold on to my shoulder."

Her eyes widened in terror. What was he doing? She would fall.

Understanding her fear, he assured her. "I will not let you fall, my River."

"I'm not yours."

He didn't even reply to it and worked her clothes down. Sexy asshole!

With two tugs, her shorts and panties were off, thrown down and down to the ground below. What's worse? She couldn't care less.

He held her thighs and when she wanted sit back he didn't allow her.

She asked worriedly. "Yisrael?"

When she felt his hot breath right over her clit, she realized her pussy was face to face with him.

She never felt so naked. So scared. If he kissed her there, she would fall. Literally and figuratively.

He breathed in. "You tell me so many lies but only your pussy tells me the truth."

"Yisrael...let me sit."

She whined because she didn't know how long she could take it. How long would it take when her hand would slip if he did touch her there. With his mouth.

He didn't listen to her. He kept staring at her flared out pink slit, making her rock her hips subtly.

"I can almost taste you. Look at your cunt. Clenching and unclenching. You want to be penetrated?"

Her wetness was gushing. She dropped her forehead to the trunk in front, needing the support.

Yisrael watched in wonder as a trail of her juice slipped down from her core. She was that wet.

Poor little female.

Her hips rolled slowly. How much she wanted an orgasm. How much she wanted his hands on her.

He fucking loved it. He wanted her mad for him and only him.

"You are dripping all over me."

His tongue slithered up her inner thigh, licking away the wet line. Right before he reached her cunt, he withdrew back.

A strangled moan was let out.

Swallowing, he looked up. Her breasts quivered as they were pressed on the bark behind him. Her eyes clenched shut.

"I want you to cry when I make you orgasm."

He pulled her back down, having her sitting astride on his clothed shaft.

River was already shaking. Her past couldn't even interfere when he jerked her heat against his hard on.

His hands skimmed up and down her stomach.

"Lie down. Lock your ankles against my thighs."

"No...I'll fall."

Again, he didn't listen to her. Instead he gripped her hips, making her slant back and back till she felt the sturdy bough beneath her spine and her ass.

"Yisrael..." She saw him looking at her between her legs.

Her breaths shallowed as she glanced up at the wild leaves and the sky above her and the sun's rays heading down.

"You make me very hard."

He groaned just as his forefinger touched her needy clit.

"Yes." She cried at that touch.

Her head thrashed as he slipped the same finger into her slippery core.

Yisrael watched her expression as he probed her, her tight sheath clamped around him. His cock pulsed in response.

With a growl, he noted. "You are too tight. Are you a virgin?"

She stilled.

Clearly an uncomfortable topic, she tried to move his hand away but he wouldn't let her.

His other hand went up to play with her nipples.

He had come so far to get her open for him, he wasn't going to let it go. He will find out who had hurt her. Soon. Later.

When he delved his finger deeper, stirring the tip of his finger she gave out a throaty moan.

"Do you want me to keep fingering your pussy?"

She nodded, as her body writhed making her pearls move. Her eyes fluttering close.

"Answer me."

"Yes. Yes!" Her channel was so slick, he plunged his finger harder.

"You love my finger fucking you?"

"Mmhm..yes I love it."

She held on to the bark underneath with both her hand as her tits quivered at the way he fingers moved in and out of her.

"Meet my eyes. I want to watch you come all over my hand."

She flashed them open to his black gaze. Suddenly a tremor of fear went by her. He was ready to devour her.

It reminded her of a shark. How their eyes tinted black as soon as they smelled blood. No hint of humanity. No hint of salvation.

It was all going downhill from there.

He was so damn perceptive, he noticed everything. "You fear me."

Her breaths shallowed and his finger stilled inside her. She whined and rocked on his finger, fucking herself with it.

"Don't stop."

He watched the way she send his slick finger in and out on her own.

"Are you mad for me? Want me like I want you?"

She couldn't answer that even in her fogged up head. She wouldn't but that doesn't mean she would stop.

He growled at her strong resistance. "Tell me what I want to hear."

"Never."

He was liking her even more now. He shouldn't. He should have stopped her but he couldn't.

"Why aren't you giving it to me?" She cried out.

"I will make you come. That's my promise." He used his palm to rub her swollen clit. "You want me to touch you here?"

"Uh huh." Her nipples were so tight, the skin around it was dotted with goosebumps and crinkled like foil.

"Say my name."

"Yisrael." She whimpered.

"Say it louder. I want the jungle to know who is making you come."

"Yisrael!"

The pressure of her orgasm began to hit higher as he finger fucked her harder and harder. Her hips thrashed and he gripped her tank, twisting it around her stomach making her bound.

He commanded in a hoarse voice. "Louder."

Helpless like a canon, she met his acidic primitive gaze and came.

She released in a succulent explosion as she screamed out his name. Her walls contracted on his big finger, she spasmed harder than before.

Her fluids continued to flow. His hand all wet till his wrist as he drew out her orgasm.

He shuddered, his ramrod was ready to tear through his pants and plunge into the glistening snatch.

She held his hand, trying to make him stop as she convulsed all around him still.

He smirked. "You want me to stop?"

Her thighs tightened as her breaths calmed down. Her pelvis still undulating. He knew she wanted more. Wanted him more.

But she just wouldn't admit it.

"Tell me River. You want more?"

His finger came out and he licked his hand till his wrist. She watched with hooded eyes.

"You taste like a river."

Her hand moved up, gazing her sharp peaks. His eyed her. She was looking different. Feeling different.

Her body was like a temptress. She was riding on the waves of ecstasy.

"Get up."

At first, she didn't listen. Her own hand skimmed down to pet her pussy.

His jaw slackened. She keeps surprising him at every turn.

"You going to touch yourself? For me?"

She bit her lip, and for the ten thousandth time, he wondered how it would be like to kiss her.

He had never kissed anyone in his life before. A kiss in his tribe meant a great deal. It was promise of some thing infinite and big to the other person.

His mother had only shared the one kiss with his father before she passed away. Her death was a mystery even till now. He didn't know what had happen and only saw her lifeless body on her bed with his father looming over her.

Yuri never spoke about it. They all were on walking egg shells around that topic.

But Yisrael always remembered his mother telling him one thing. "You can fuck anyone but a kiss of an Iborian seals for life."

All his life he waited for the right woman to kiss and he never felt the temptation to give into anyone.

He probably had gone through dozen of women and all had raised their mouth for his lips but he refused. He would give them their orgasm, his cock but never once his lips.

Now, when he sees River, who played with her wetness, circling the moisture around her clit.

He felt the need.

To know how she would respond to him, how much his tongue wanted to meets her in a battle of swords.

"River." He grabbed her hand and yanked her up. Coiling his arms around, her pussy snugged against his tent.

Making her wetness seep through into his pants, making his cock harder.

"Tell me something about you. Something personal." He bent running his nose along her necklace. It's coldness was a sharp contrast to his hot skin.

She stiffened, her nipples clashed with his making them both groan at the contact.

"I- don't know."

His brow furrowed. "You still deny me. You know there will be a day where you will want me and I will deny you then."

She bit out. "Then it's a good thing I'll be gone by then."

The truth settled between them like a heavy cloud.

She was going to go back to her civilization, carry on with her life and soon marry some stupid bloke who wouldn't even know what to do with her and she would forget all about him.

Her hands settled on his arms, touching his gold bands.

"You wear this with me." She pointed out.

He knew what she was referring but if she wanted to know more about him, she had to ask.

When he didn't answer and simply stared into her eyes, she got the message.

Suddenly her mood swiftly changed and she thumped his chest.

"Yisrael... put me down."

His jaw clenched. "Are you sure?"

He was giving her one last chance. To give in. To get to know him. They can spend their coming days differently.

Yet she didn't budge. "Down now."

Yanking the vine, he twirled it around his wrist. He held her to him and he saw how she avoided to meet his stare.

Fury erupting inside, he lifted up and in a flash their feet touched the moist green mattress down below.

He watched her as she clambered away from him, searching for her shorts.

Her ass wiggled and he saw the rise of flush donning her skin as she righted her tank to cover her breasts and then pulled her top down to cover her pussy.

On noticing her shorts and panties, he lifted them just as she reached for them.

She eyed them had. "Give them to me."

His grin grew wicked. "Actually they stay with me. Meet you back at the tent."

River shouted. "Yisrael! Come back here!"

But he already left with his delicious chuckles trailing behind.

I guess Yisrael is not only in but he wins again. Blasted!