Page 117 of Blue Arrow Island
We continue walking in silence, my stomach swirling with excitement at the prospect of stopping soon.
Then I can ride him. He wants me. I can give him what he wants most and then he’ll want more.
I push back at the thoughts aromium is putting in my head. I’m not having sex with any man on this island. It’s too dangerous. One of us has to be alert and on watch at all times.
Give in. Let yourself feel good. Fuck him.
The sound of rushing water ahead is welcome. Hopefully it means I can get clean. I’m covered with sweat and mud, my shirt soaked through.
“Fucking pests,” Marcus mutters as he smacks a bug on his arm.
Soon, we reach a clearing, where he finally turns around and makes eye contact with me.
“We can’t have a tent or a fire, but we can dry out here and you can get some sleep. You want to wash up in the waterfall?”
“Yeah, I’d love to.”
He leads me around a wall of rock and the waterfall comes into view. It’s not tall, but it’s wide, water gushing into a pool at its base. The pool is mostly surrounded by spiky vegetation and a plant with large yellow flowers, a grouping of boulders providing a place for me to get into the water.
Marcus’s face is drawn tight with tension as he passes me a bar of soap and turns his back on the pool. “I’ll keep watch. Let me know if you need anything.”
What I need is for him to follow me into the pool and explore every inch of my body with his hands. My skin prickles with desire for him to touch me, the sensation somewhere between itchy and uncomfortable.
I strip my clothes off quickly, the whisper of muggy air on my bare skin making desire pool between my thighs. If Marcus would just turn around ... we could be living out his fantasy within ten seconds.
The thought of him inside me makes me breathless. It’s been years since I did anything just because I wanted it. And I want him desperately. My nipples are peaked as I wade into the water, my gaze locked onto his back.
The faster I can finish this and get dressed, the better it will be for both of us. I bend my knees to submerge my head in the cool, crystal clear water, then lather the bar of soap until I have thick suds to wash my hair with.
Marcus’s shoulders are stock-still, his body tense and his chin dipped. While I’m washing my body, I imagine sneaking upbehind him and tugging on the back of his shirt, forcing him to turn around and look at me.
He wants you. He’s greedy for your body. You can own him.
I force my mind away from the tempting thoughts, instead trying to remember the exact words to a paper I wrote for an English class. It was about Jack London.
By the time I’ve recalled what I think were the first couple of paragraphs, I’m clean and climbing out of the pool, wringing water from my long hair. I’m dripping as I approach Marcus and grab the pack he left behind him.
I sort through it, finding the set of dry clothes he packed for me. His heavy exhale steals my attention, and when I look up at him, his whole body is trembling.
“Are you okay?” I ask, worried.
“Just hurry up and get dressed.” His voice is clipped.
My brow furrows as I struggle to get into the clean clothes while still wet. He seems to be suffering, and it’s painful to watch.
“Are you in pain?” I ask him when I’m finally dressed.
“Not like you think of pain. I just have to adjust to the aromium.”
I hesitate, unsure how to ask him what I need to. “Are you feeling any urges to hurt me? Or anything else like that?”
He hums a sardonic note of laughter. “Nope. I just want to fuck you until my body gives out.”
Yes, yes, yes. Let him.
“Would ... a hug help?” I offer weakly.
“No.” He says it harshly. “Don’t touch me. I’ll have you underneath me on the ground in two seconds if you do.”
