Page 36 of A Wilderness Within

“Caroline, I’m not a gentleman. I’m…I’m rough. I can’t always hold back once I get started. I will stop if you ask, but I don’t make love—I fuck.Hard.”

All she could do was moan at how his low, rough words made her feel. She was in heaven. Rough was what she needed. Something to distract her from her fears for the future.

“Hard is good,” she assured him.

He kissed her then, devouring any resistance she might have put up had she wanted to. Their mouths stung each other with sharp need. He bit her bottom lip, then licked away the sting, each kiss more blistering than the last. She was greedy for more, wanting to feel his body and his mouth and hands all over her. His tongue invaded her mouth, dueling with hers before he moved down to her neck, nipping and sucking on her skin in between hot kisses. Her body was on fire, wetness pooling between her thighs. The burden of her clothes was suddenly too much.

She struggled with her sweater. He moved quickly, sensing her goal, and with one easy move tugged her sweater off. Then he slid down her body and removed her jeans just as easily. She was down to her panties and bra when he pounced on her. More kisses followed, hard ones that branded her as his. She scraped her teeth over his shoulder and clutched at him in wild desperation.

“How do you want it?” he growled as he reached for his pants. “Hands and knees or on your back?”

“Stop wasting time and”

He didn’t let her finish. He rolled her onto her stomach, then lifted her onto her knees. He jerked her panties down to her knees and put a hand on her back, pushing her so she bent forward and rested on her forearms. Then his shaft was nudging her entrance. She parted her thighs wider, panting as he rubbed her folds, coating himself in her wetness.

“Yes,” she gasped, wanting now more than ever to feel him inside her.

He rewarded her by filling her completely, his hips slamming against her ass as he fully seated himself, and she cried out at the shock. She felt speared all the way through to her heart. There was nothing else in her head now, no other thoughts. There was only this, only him with her in the dark. She rotated her hips in slow circles, pushing back against him, his rough chuckle sending shivers of sensual delight through her.

Lincoln grasped her hair, pulling it back so she arched her body, thrusting her breasts forward. There was something erotic about still wearing a bra while being fucked, knowing Lincoln was so desperate to take her that he didn’t even stop to remove every last scrap of clothing. He pulled himself almost all the way out and then plunged back in, filling her again. They were one in a way she’d never been with any lover before. She felt attuned to him, and he to her.

Pull, thrust, gasp, moan…They created a symphony of intense sounds accompanied by thetap-tap-tapof the headboard against the wall. They moved together as he relentlessly rammed into her over and over. She cried out over and over with animalistic fierceness as she gave in to her most primal urges. He kept thrusting into her, clasping her hips as he pushed her to her limits. His hold would leave bruises tomorrow, ones she’d wear proudly because he wasn’t hurting her—he was owning her, and she was owning him right back.

They didn’t need sweet words or sympathy right now. They needed this. Dark, primal pleasures, each reminding the other that they were strong and alive. She matched him stroke for stroke, push for push, and when he reached around her and found her clit, rubbing it with his fingers, she was lost.

The orgasm hit her full force, shattering her senses. She surrendered to it, collapsing down on the bed. Lincoln kept her ass in the air as he fucked her hard a moment longer, finding his release within her, and she loved that. His body tensed, and she felt the heat spread deep inside her. A long moment later she lay panting beneath him, and she realized that neither of them had thought to use a condom. He had a whole pouch full, and he hadn’t even used one.

Oh God…

Neither of them said a word for a long while. When she thought he was close to drifting off, he suddenly spoke, causing her to tense.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away.” He nuzzled her neck and pressed a sweet kiss to her skin. He’d fucked her like a warrior and now cuddled like a tame tiger.

“I got carried away too. We never even had thetalk, like good adults are supposed to.”

His rich chuckle would have made her smile at any other time. “Thetalk? What’s that?”

“You know…” She blushed. “Are you clean of diseases? Am I on the pill? Do we need a condom?”

“Oh…” His chuckling stopped. “Thattalk.”

She braced herself. “Lincoln, I’m not on the pill, but I’m clean.”

“Me too. Clean,” he replied, nuzzling her ear. “Now’s the part where we talk about the fact that I just fucked you bareback? I wish I could say I regret it, but I sure as hell don’t. You were a slice of heaven.”

His words made her blush deepen, and she was thankful for the darkness, but it also made her warm and gooey inside. He was certainly no poet, but he knew how to make her feel like a goddess.

“We have to be careful. What if… What if we end up having a baby?” It was a dangerous question in a dangerous world.

“Then we handle it.”

“Handle it?” Her voice pitched up an octave uncomfortably. “You do realize we don’t exactly have doctors and hospitals anymore. If things stay like this, the risk factor is going to be high giving birth. Then there’s the question of even raising a child in this world…”

“I know.”

“And you’re the one who keeps talking like it’s the end of days.”

“I know, but…I want to believe it won’t stay that way.”

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