Page 60 of Fall
Dante steals his lips away, steps back and devours me with a sordid glance. Then he pushes down his trousers with boxers chasing so his cock springs free. He seizes the thick shaft and grunts low in his throat. I lick my lips as he strokes a palm up and down, all the while staring right at me. I’m ready to drop to my knees and worship him with my mouth. But he’s too impatient. Too volatile.
His hand leaves its position. In a flash, he snatches my forearm and whirls me around. My palms reach out to the bark for support. I want him, all of him, with gentleness and harshness, protection and desire.
I dare to look over my shoulder the second his arm snakes my pelvis, and he yanks my ass into his arousal. An angry cock throbs between us, prodding my flesh as he shoves the hem of my dress to my waist.
He traps his lower lip between his teeth and raises his right hand. When it lands on my buttock, the smack burns like molten sin. I jolt at the brutal bite and groan when he digs firm fingertips into the flesh, kneading it for a second of decadence. Then, just as the sting dies away, he does it again.
Smack.“Maybe now you’ll behave, beija flor.” His arrogant voice is hoarse and strained.Smack.“This is what happens when you cause trouble. You get punished.”Smack.“And you know what I fucking love about it?”Smack. “I know you love it too.”
Dante lets out a guttural groan when he aligns his cock with my slick pussy lips. I shouldn’t enjoy his barbaric torture. Or surrender, or beg for him to fill me, but every skin cell is pleasurably stricken from his carnal touch. My body responds to him in ways I can’t explain. It always has, and he damn well knows it.
There’s no tenderness or foreplay. No promises of a blissful future together. Just demanding hands that secure my waist, and then he pushes deep inside me. My eyes roll to the heavens. The hard intrusion feels so good. So exhilarating. Dante’s thrusts are wilder and more ravenous than ever before. He grips a handful of my hair to increase the intensity before brutally slamming in and out.
Where I should find suffering, I only find peace. The sensitivity of him entering me clouds everything. The brutality of death, not too far away, doesn’t stop us.
“I’ve missed this.” His gravelly accent rumbles. “I’ve missed us… this feeling…you.”
I lose my mind, gasp for air and forget all about Sal waiting for me to show up and my family crying over old photographs. I’m lost in him.
Shivers catapult over my scalp and rocket down my spine. The swollen heart racing inside my chest lurches at his frank admission. I angle my head to catch his eye and find torment where pleasure should live. His teeth burrow into the soft flesh of his lip, and his nostrils flare. I use the tree to push up, bringing my back parallel to his chest.
His hands move to my breasts, and he pinches the nipples. I close my eyes and accept everything he offers. A hair-raising snarl, like disgust for his outburst, makes me sway.
“Dante…” I cry out when the tip of his cock reaches so far inside me I see cosmic stars.
The dark need lacing my voice activates something primitive within him. He rears back, unfairly removing the glorious sensation of fullness. Hooking my pelvis with an arm, he drags hungry fingertips over the contour of my ass. Then just as quickly, dishes out another slap.
This time my teeth clench at the startling brutality. I whimper and brace for more, but pain doesn’t follow. Humidity clings to the tender flesh as he pauses for a beat, considering his next move. A starved groan rushes from his throat like he can’t hold back a second longer. Unforgiving scarred pads dig into my hipbones, and he drives his cock back inside me.
“This is what you like, beija flor, isn’t it?” His chest curls over my spine. “You like how it feels when I’m inside you.”
A fuzzy layer of vibrant green moss cushions my temple as his hips pistons so we are fully connected. My internal walls tighten around him, encouraging him to continue to ruin me. An extraordinary orgasm builds with the movement, claiming me from the inside out. Extreme and powerful.
Our animalistic desire grows with impatience. I’ve somehow become a slave to the merciless beast taking control of my body.
I scream as his limbs stiffen and a climax rips through his body, feeding into mine with a ferocious release. He supports my weight when everything goes black, making sure he empties himself fully inside me.
My knees buckle. My head spins, and the most erotic burst of endorphins drown any helpless thought of leaving. I’m both floating in the mist and grounded by the shackles clamping my waist.
When I gather my senses, I’m firmly planted. Crowded by his heaving sternum. Chest to chest. Salty sweat trickles into my mouth, blending with what’s left of my saliva. By the time my breathing regulates, he snatches my nape.
“Why couldn’t you just fly away, little hummingbird?” His nose runs along the curve of my jawline. “It would have been better for the both of us.”
“I was going to.” His feathered touch strokes scattered curls by my cheek. “I still can.”
“But you didn’t.” Flaming forest eyes drill into mine.
His lips part a fraction, revealing pristine white teeth, and then his mouth descends. Dante kisses me in the aftermath of our furious copulation. It’s not angry or brutal. He’s claiming me as his and marking his territory with lips so soft I could melt. Tenderly affirming his craving matching mine. He kisses me to life after taking everything from me. His tongue steals rhyme and reason. And right there, we kiss and kiss as if neither of us will be apart from the other again.
I should ignore the belly ache for my grieving parents. Hide from the pain of my sister's loss, but the niggle of doing the right thing still festers. Stay in Brazil and carry on the adventure or return to the Scottish Highlands?
My thoughts are tattered, unable to honor a decision. Perhaps I could fly home for a few weeks, hug my loved ones, gather important equipment and purchase a one-way ticket back to the rainforest.
The best of both worlds.
Dante and Iris.
My hair catches in his fingers when he frees my lips. “Does this mean you forgive me?” I mumble, filling the hot air we both share with hope.
