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The corners of her lips turned up almost possessive with her silent answer.
It was enough, but she didn’t stop there.
As my mouth lowered to hers, my arms pulling her flush to my body, she worked her fingers beneath mine, yanking the string that held her flowy dress together. The material floated loosely between us, held only where our bodies pressed together–and that was everywhere.
I caught her mouth with mine, kissing her hard then slow, alternating the pressure and letting my need roam over her lips. My heart thundered as I pulled back to let her draw breath, unwilling to force her to do anything she didn’t want.
Not that it mattered when she drew back only long enough to step out of the dress and press her body back to mine. A rasp ripped from my lips as I slid my hands over her body, sweeping along her spine to the slope over lower back, over her buttocks. I crushed her hard against me, letting the raspy sound from my mouth morph into something undisguisable, and feral.
“I want you, Sienna. But I won't do this if you don’t tell me you want me inside you. I have to hear the words, wild girl.” I caught her chin with my knuckles, tipped her head back until I could see her face reflected in the moon or star or whatever other fucking light filtered into the cave that let me see her face.
“Yes,” she breathed.
That was all the chance I got to let her know how it would be before she pressed up on her toes and kissed me with a sort of wildness that matched my heart.
Her hands wound around my neck, knotting in my hair and pulling me down to her. I didn’t stop her this time, gathering her in my arms as I imagined earlier and worked on turning those soft, pink lips swollen and dusky with our kisses. Every time I tried to slow down she chased me, slinging one leg over my hip and pulling me down to her insistently.
I broke back, my chest heaving. “Not used to someone saying no, are you?” I nipped her lips gently with my teeth, fisting her luscious wild curls to earn a little breathing space. “Take it easy, girl. I want to taste you all fucking night.”
Her eyes glowed at that, her body softening in my arms, rather than straining into me. I smiled at the sign she liked that, leaning down to scoop her into my arms and searching about for where she slept.
Sienna solved that problem by reaching down and snagging a thick bundle of pale fluff that turned out to be an old skin, tossing it on the floor near the cave’s opening, and the waterfall.
“It’ll get wet,” I murmured softly, laying her on it.
She nodded happily, her hair fanning around her head in dark curls that tightened and fuzzed with every drop that coated her in a fine mist. Her breasts were small and sat out from her body in the gentle kind of swell that could drive a man mad at a glance, her slim hips tapering in a mirror image from above. The thick, triangular patch of hair between her legs glistened withher need as she spread for me, putting on a show as she arched her back. Her skin glowed beneath the droplets that covered her, collecting into pools in the hollow of her neck and at her belly button.
Even in the odd, fluctuating light I could see the shadows of bruises all over her, in various faded states. My hand fisted at my side, and I relaxed it by force. There would be a time for questions, ang talking, but now was not that time.
I leaned down and licked her skin, unbuttoning my shirt one handed and casting that and my jacket behind me. “You’re beautiful,” I murmured, working my way along her body as she trembled with anticipation beneath me. My boots and jeans went next, thrown behind me as I covered her body with mine, sinking into her curves that fit to perfection. “Anyone ever tell you that?”
The light in her dimmed a little, and her eyes cast downward.
A hard growl ripped from my throat. I caught her jaw gently but firmly, tilting her head back so she had no choice but to look at me. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful. I’ll never think otherwise,” I promised, brushing my lips over her mouth.
She sighed, softening as the tension left her. She wound her hands around me, skating over the scar at my ribs, the ink that tried to cover it. When she glanced up again, her eyes were curious.
“A knife at a bar one night down south. One of the reasons I stay around here,” I murmured, kissing her softly.
Her tongue swept against mine, dancing and twirling as I thickened painfully against her belly. My breath died altogether as she reached between us, curling her fingers around my cock and squeezed hard.
“Jesus Christ,” I whispered, crashing my mouth over hers. Our kisses went from arousing to downright filthy, and nothing I ever expected with her, but I never wanted anything less. Myfantasies contained a girl who touched sweetly and let me love her.
This girl...couldn’t be contained. And I knew without a doubt she’d have my heart much faster than I wanted to give it for that innate wildness within her.
She worked my cock with her damp fingers, sliding her palm along my length and rubbing her thumb over the tip. Blood rushed south at her caresses filled with the promise of a moonless night and breathless kisses while we fucked until the stars lost their glow and left us panting in the dark.
I covered her hand with mine, squeezing hard. Her eyes widened as she watched my face with the sort of hungriness I always reserved for her when she thought I wasn’t obsessing over her, drinking her in. Now, the tables turned and she devoured every expression, every touch I liked. Her hand pulsed around me, and her fingertips drifted down to stroke my balls.
“Fuck,” I rasped, wrenching her hand up our bodies and pressing my lips to her knuckles. She tugged at my hand, her frown deepening but I refused to let her go. “I was about to come,” I apologised, gentling my grip on her hand and pressing it to my heart. “I want to last for you, more than something quick and meaningless.” I searched her face, checking in as best I could with the girl who didn’t need words to communicate her intentions with me. “I’ve wanted you for so damn long, Sienna.”
Her body liquified beneath me as she wrapped her legs around my waist, teasing me with her heat.
I groaned, dropping my mouth to her throat and sucking at her soft skin. Fuck it. I wanted her to wear my damn marks. We could sort out who hurt her later.
She hummed her approval, arching for me, her hands knotting in my hair. Her hot little pussy rubbed to the tip of my cock and I swore, fumbling behind me for my jeans that were too far to reach. Muttering an apology, I scooted backward,wrapping one hand around her hips to hold her in place while I buried my mouth against her slick heat and flapped about with the other.
My tongue found her slit as my hand connected with my jeans. I managed to extract a condom from my wallet by some miracle of coordination, tossing it beside her as I licked and sucked her swollen flesh, sweet and ready. Her clit tightened as I flicked at the little bundle of nerves that left her writhing and crying softly on the cave floor beneath me.
