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"Only if you're game." He stands, extending a hand to help me up. His palm is warm against mine, solid and reassuring. "It's supposed to be quite...invigorating."
The steam rises from the water's surface as we step closer, mingling with the mist from the falls, creating an ethereal veil that shrouds us from the world around us.
"Wow," I breathe out, entranced by the natural beauty of it all.
"Beautiful," he says simply, but when I glance at him, I realize he's not looking at the hot spring–he's looking at me.
"Very," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
He steps closer, fingers still entwined with mine, and draws me toward the edge of the water. I can feel the heat radiating off the spring, wrapping around us like a warm embrace.
"Are we going in fully clothed?" I ask, my voice teasing, but there's an undercurrent of anticipation thrumming through me.
"Depends on how reckless you're feeling," he replies, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Reckless enough," I say, and with a deep, fortifying breath, I grasp the bottom of my shirt and pull it off in one quick motion. Emrys matches my movements with his own, the two of us shedding every last layer of clothing we possess, until there’s nothing to shield us from the other’s eyes.
Goosebumps, having nothing to do with being cold, pepper my skin beneath his darkened, predatory gaze and I turn and step into the hot spring.
The heat envelops me, a delicious contrast to the cooler air, and I gasp at the sensation. Emrys steps in behind me and pulls me closer, spinning me until I’m facing him completely. I go willingly, magnetized by the pull of his presence. There's no space for thoughts, no room for doubts–only the here and now, only Emrys and me and the water that cocoons us.
When he kisses me, the world tilts on its axis. His lips are insistent, his touch electric, and I'm lost in the taste of him, the feel of him. The kiss deepens, fueled by all the unspoken tension that's been building between us, and I cling to him, my nails digging into his skin as if I could anchor myself in this moment forever.
Emrys' hands roam over my back, strong and sure, as if he knows every inch of my body even though this is the first time he's touched me like this. I press closer, my own hands exploring the hard planes of his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against my palms.
"Kat," he groans low in his throat. There's a hunger in his voice that sends shivers of anticipation down my spine. His mouth finds mine again, urgent and demanding, and I can't help but respond with equal fervor. Our bodies move together effortlessly, as if they're drawn by the same magnetic pull that's been tugging at us since the moment we met.
His fingers trace the curve of my waist before slipping lower, teasing the softest, most sensitive curve of my hip. I follow his touch, urging him to keep going. Breaking our kiss, he lifts me with an ease that speaks of his strength, and I wrap my legs around him, anchoring myself to the only thing that matters in this moment.
His eyes find mine, holding them captive as he positions himself at my entrance and enters in one sharp thrust. I cry out, a mixture of pain and pleasure tearing through me as my body adjusts to the intrusion. But the sensation is tempered by the equally powerful feelings of desire and completeness that wash over me.
Emrys' face is a mix of concentration and fierce possession, never breaking eye contact as he begins to move within me. The moment is not what I expect–one of pure lust–but instead it feels deeper, each thrust driving me closer to the edge of some ecstatic abyss.
As his hands grip my hips, his gaze never leaves mine, and I feel as if we're sharing a secret only the two of us know. The intensity of the moment is almost overwhelming, but I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as we continue to move together in sync, the hot spring water shimmering around us like a veil of liquid silk.
With each pump of his hips, he grows harder and more possessive, his touch more forceful, like he just can't help himself. It's like being claimed by some ancient force, one that knows exactly what it wants and won't take no for an answer.
As our tempo increases, so does the intensity of the moment, each kiss and touch more urgent than the last. The sound of the waterfall provides a rhythmic backdrop to our lovemaking, its crashing echoing around us, punctuating our cries of pleasure. It's almost too much–too beautiful, too raw. But somehow, it feels right...
Just like him.
My climax comes hard and fast, a scream caught in my throat as the pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave. I cry out, as his pace and fervor magnifies, drawing my release to monstrous heights as if to punish me with delicious agony.
He fucks me straight through the first, and into the next, until I'm nothing but a writhing, screaming mess of limbs and pleasure. Our bodies crash against each other, wet skin slapping against wet skin in a primal battle. Yet, he doesn't stop. Doesn't falter.
As his hips thrust forward, the waves of water lift and fall in sync with our bodies, as if amplifying our movements, creating a spontaneous dance between us and nature itself.
He finds my mouth with his own, swallowing my noises once more as our tongues clash together desperately. His fingers dig into my hips, leaving bruises behind to match the ones Wyatt has already left behind, and I can only groan in selfish satisfaction.
Emrys' hands find my ass, holding me tightly, supporting me as he slams inside me like a man possessed. I can feel every inch of him, every throbbing pulse in his cock as it grinds against me, filling me up and leaving me breathless. He bites my bottom lip, drawing blood, and my body responds with a jolt of electricity that sends me straight over the edge once more.
His thrusts grow faster and more desperate, matching the beat of his heart against my chest. His hands tighten, his fingers digging in, and all I can do is hold onto him, arching my back to give him better access as we ride the edge of madness together.
Just as I think I can't take any more, his body tenses, movements shuddering as a wild groan leaves his mouth. The heat of his seed floods my core, even hotter than the spring we're writhing in.
For what feels like an eternity, we stay pressed together, chests heaving and skin glistening with sweat and water. And then, slowly, he lowers me to my feet, his mouth finding mine again, tender this time, like he's tasting me for the first time.
I'm left breathless and reeling, my whole body pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure that have me lightheaded. He pulls back slowly, looking down at me with those curiously-shaded eyes that hold an ocean of depth within them. I can't find the words to describe how this feels–how right it all seems somehow.
