"Christ, Riley," I rasp, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss that she returns with equal intensity. Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer, deeper, until I'm drowning in her taste, her scent, everything that is uniquely her.
I carry her through the cabin, half-blind with need, her teeth on my neck, her breathless laughter in my ear as I trip over discarded clothing. We crash into the bedroom, the door slamming against the wall, and I toss her onto the bed, following her down, covering her with my body.
"Mine," I say, voice fierce and ragged, pinning her wrists above her head as I claim her mouth again. "You're mine, Riley. Say it."
"Yours," she gasps as I move to her throat, her breasts, her stomach, tasting every inch of her. "Oh God, Elias. Yours."
I release her hands, moving lower, marking a path down her abdomen. Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me on, hips lifting in invitation, in offering. I settle between her thighs, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her, knowing that once I start, I'll never get enough.
"Is this what you want?" I ask, voice trembling.
"Yes," she cries, the word breaking on a moan.
I taste her, tongue delving into her wet heat, groaning as she arches off the bed. Her body trembles beneath me, a live wire of need and anticipation. I savor her slowly, deliberately, eachstroke of my tongue drawing a new, desperate sound from her throat.
"Fuck, Elias," she gasps, the words breathless, wild. Her legs tighten around my shoulders, pulling me deeper, closer, and I lose myself there, every sense consumed by the taste of her, the scent of her, the frantic beat of her pulse.
I circle her clit, teasing, relentless, alternating soft flicks with firm pressure until she's writhing, incoherent. Her hands are in my hair, on my shoulders, everywhere, driving me on, driving me mad. I suck her clit into my mouth, feeling the shudder ripple through her, feeling her body coil and tense and?—
"Oh God," she cries, the sound raw and unrestrained as she shatters beneath me. "Elias!"
Her orgasm crashes through her, each spasm a jolt of pleasure that leaves her gasping, undone. I ride the wave with her, relentless, savoring every tremor, every pulse of her body as she comes apart.
When she finally collapses back onto the bed, boneless and spent, I rise over her, claiming her mouth with a kiss that tastes of her, of us, of everything I've ever wanted. Her arms wind around my neck, pulling me down, refusing to let go.
"Elias," she murmurs, voice soft and wrecked.
"You're fucking perfect," I growl, flipping us so she's straddling me, the sight of her naked above me enough to reignite the fire in my veins. "Too perfect."
Her laughter is breathless, delighted. "And you're still wearing too many clothes."
She shifts, lowering herself to my cock, the friction sending a shock of pleasure through both of us. I grip her hips, guiding her, feeling her wetness soak through the denim, feeling the heat of her, the want.
"Take them off," she demands, fingers teasing the waistband of my jeans.
I obey, flipping her beneath me again, yanking off my boots and jeans in a single, desperate motion. She watches me with hooded eyes, and it's almost my undoing.
"Please, Elias, Don’t make me wait any longer," she pleas on a moan.
I roll on a condom, and position myself at her entrance, pausing for one endless heartbeat. This is it. The line I swore I'd never cross. The temptation I've denied for so long.
I thrust into her, a raw, powerful surge that fills her completely. She cries out, nails digging into my back, heels pressing into my ass, urging me deeper, harder. I move inside her, each stroke a claiming, relentless and consuming.
"Mine," I say, voice rough with possession, with adoration. "Mine, Riley."
"Yes," she gasps, meeting me thrust for thrust, eyes locked on mine. "Only yours."
The words break something in me, and I lose myself in her. It's wild, every movement, every sound, every breath steeped in tension and years of need. She takes me in, her pussy tight and hot around my cock, her cries wild and breathless.
I thrust faster, deeper, feeling her tighten around me, feeling that coil of pleasure building again. Her body is perfect, mine, claiming her as she claims me.
"Fuck, Riley," I groan, the words a rough promise. "I can't?—"
"Yes," she cries, urging me on, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Elias, yes!"
I drive into her, feeling her shatter again, feeling her pussy pulse and contract around me, the sound of my name breaking on her lips. The sight of her, lost in pleasure, pushes me over the edge, and I spill into her with a final, primal thrust.
For a moment, the world narrows to nothing but her, the heat of her body, the echo of her cries, the perfect fit of herbeneath me. Then we collapse together, tangled and breathless, the storm of our release still crackling in the air.
