Page 134 of Beneath the Desert Bloom
“Fuck,” he choked. “It’s like the land made you for this.”
“It did,” she said. “For you.”
She rode him harder, more sure now, the rhythm building in her thighs, in her belly, in the mark glowing at her neck. She was vibrating with heat, with light, with the ache of something just about to break open.
He gripped her hips, eyes darkening.
“Turn over,” he growled. “Let me finish.”
She did, onto her hands and knees, trembling and slick, glimmering like the sky had opened beneath her skin.
He thrust back inside her in one slow, brutal push. Deeper now. Angled. Brutal. Perfect.
She screamed.
The sound was ritual.
His cock slammed into her, dragging ridges along her swollen walls, pulsing thick inside her. His balls slapped her clit. Her breasts swung with every thrust. He fucked her like the desert had written this moment in stone.
The angle forced him deeper, harder, stretching her until it was almost too much. Almost.
She felt everything. Every ridge inside her. Every snap of his hips. Every grunt against her spine.
“Oh my god—yes—fuck me—just like that—”
He growled low, leaned over her, teeth grazing her shoulder. His weight pressed down, his hips slamming into her ass as her hands dug into the dirt.
The sound of their bodies meeting was wet, rhythmic, and sacred, echoing through the basin.
He reached down and found her clit, circling her, making her shake.
And she came violently, glowing, gasping his name.
Her cunt clamped around him, tight as a fist, hot and unrelenting. Her orgasm ignited something in both of them as his cock pulsed deep, and the flare under her skin bloomed out like wildfire.
She squeezed him, milking him, pulling him deeper, like her body was demanding every last inch.
He groaned, a sound torn from somewhere ancient, and stilled.
“Fuck—” he gasped. “I’m—”
He thrust once more, deep and brutal.
For one breathless second, the whole basin glowed.
And then he came.
He growled into her throat, hips jerking, cock swelling inside her, thickening, locking them together, like her body refused to let him go. She came again as she felt every pulse of him flood her, fill her, hold her open.
Like they were meant to stay joined.
Like the desert had written this into the stone.
And all around them, the desert bloomed.
Cacti unfurled. Moonflowers opened. The air thickened with the scent of green and root and heat. Her skin surged with golden light.
They were bound.
