“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his jaw clenched as he drank me in. “Like my little prey that I get to devour.”
The sound of his pants being unzipped was the only forewarning he gave me before his cock sprung free from his boxer briefs.
“I love how wet your cunt responds when I come close, like it knows who is its home,” he mused as the tip of his pre-cum cock touched my opening.
“I love how fucking dirty you look after I chased you around the forest like the fucking little minx that you are.” He pushed inside of me. I was in a state of complete bliss. My brain floating above my body until his voice brought me back to reality. The pure raw and feral fucking between us as I locked my ankles behind his back. He was ramming into me the pressure building at my core, and I was at the edge of a release. I needed him so desperately inside of me—to feel his warmth collide with my own.
“Please,” I begged. I was so fucking close as his hands gripped my neck, adding a little pressure.
Suddenly, my breath slowed as he pressed down, not painfully, but just enough to make sure that my orgasm slowed slightly as his muddy hands slid around my sweater and my stomach.
“Tell me who is yours.” His voice was thick with pleasure as he demanded more from me.
“Y-you.” He released my neck enough for me to respond before he added a little more pressure, cutting off the air from coming in.
“Not good enough,” he commanded. “Who, Ember?”
“Rain,” I cried out, and then he released my neck as the rush of pleasure exploded through my core.
“Rain . . . Rain . . . Rain,”I repeated as I writhed beneath him, letting the release roll through my core and sending a shiver down my spine.
I collapsed on the cool mud, suddenly remembering we were in the woods. I was hesitant only because I was worried the wave of shame would creep back into my life, but it didn’t happen.
Rain lifted himself up, covered in a mess of mud, leaves, and tree bark. I burst into laughter. It wasn’t even the cute, giggly type of laugh either, no, it came from deep within me from a joy hard to describe.
“Come on, princesa.” He offered me a hand, and as I sat up and looked at it, I couldn’t help but plaster a smile on my face.
“Rain?” I questioned.
“Yeah?”
“Can we grow old and still chase each other in the woods like this?” His fingers shook as he still held his hand out toward mine.
I knew my words held a deeper and heavier meaning. They implied I wanted to be with him forever. Aside from the house in the countryside I’d signed for, neither of us spoke of a future outside of Isles. It scared both of us to live in a future where he and I could exist together.
Because sometimes it was beautiful to dream and romanticize what your life could look like. I wanted to curl up by the fireplace and escape to faraway cities and talk about what our future would and could look like with him. I wanted to exist in the present, future, and even in the past. Because I never wanted us to lose the love we shared for Ash, either.
“It would be my honor,” he finally whispered after a long pause. I grabbed his hand as he lifted me up.
“Let’s go home?” he asked, and I nodded, then we ran together through the forest. In my mind, it felt like we were simply frolicking in a field, but we were naked from the bottom down, covered head to toe in mud.
Rain grabbed my jeans on the way back to the cabin where we exploded through the door into a fit of giggles as he guided me into the small bathroom.
He turned on the shower as hot as it could get, and we both tumbled in. The grass, leaves, mud fell into the tub as he rubbed soap onto my body. We were both silent, but his hands never left my body. They continued to wash and clean me.
“Do you feel better?” I asked after the silence became too deafening.
“From fucking you?” He asked and I giggled.
“No.” I reached my now clean hands up to his face to wash a streak of dirt. “This is the first time we are here after what happened last time.”
“My panic attack?”
“Yeah,” I responded.
“I started to see a therapist.”
“You did?” I asked in shock.