I loved that we both raced to the same chaotic beat.
Her body wriggled beneath mine as she shoved her underwear down her legs.
I froze, knowing she was naked, and I only had to lean back to look.
I wanted to look.
I desperately wanted to look.
But if I did, this would be all over.
Everything about this was too much.
Too much.
Della didn’t pause, moving to undress me fast and ruthless, almost as if she wasn’t sure I’d go through with this. Grabbing my jeans and boxer-briefs, she inched them down my ass.
I shivered as her fingers kissed my bare flesh and couldn’t stop my hips from arching, giving her room to shove aside the unwanted clothing. Once they were mid-thigh, she fell back, then wrapped slim arms around me, pulling me tight.
I hissed as my eyes snapped closed against the most incredible thing I’d ever felt.
Her naked against my naked.
Her heat against my hardness.
I groaned low and loud as she burrowed closer, my hands balling where they wedged into the ground.
Her arms looped around my neck, her lips on my ear as she breathed, “You didn’t look.”
I knew exactly what she meant. “I couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m barely holding on as it is.” Inhaling her gorgeous scent of wilderness and melons, I grunted, “Seeing you naked…fuck, Little Ribbon.”
Her right hand slid from my shoulders, following the contours of my chest, leaving a trail of fire in her wake. “You didn’t let me look, either. Can I?”
All my life I’d given her what she wanted. How could I deny her now?
I gulped as I pressed off her a little, her eyes searing my cock as she melted into the ground. “Look at us, Ren.”
My jaw clenched as I looked down to the trimmed dark blonde curls and glisten of Della and the steely hard cock of me.
It didn’t matter I’d seen her body grow through every stage. It didn’t matter she’d seen me go from boy to man. All that fucking mattered was how perfect we looked together now.
“You’re making me lose my mind.” My hips dared to press closer, making me hiss again against the blistering heat of her.
“I lost mine years ago.” She sucked in a breath, her hand shaking as it continued its path down my chest.
My heart suddenly crucified me, hating me for all the wasted moments we could’ve shared. “Why was I so blind?”
“Because your morals were killing you.” She smiled softly. “But also because you knew it wasn’t right. I was too young. I wasn’t ready.”
“And you’re ready now?”
“This is the best moment of my life. Does that answer your question?”
I bent to kiss her, my back tight with tension, keeping me aloft. “I love you, Della.”
“I know.”
“I’ve loved you since that first moment I found you.”
“Liar. You hated me.”
I chuckled. “I wish someone could cuff me around the head as a ten-year-old and tell him his entire world was in that backpack.”
“Well, your entire world wants you to stop talking and touch her.”
She successfully stole every word, slamming me back into the swirling speed we’d shared before.
Her fingers locked around me, making me jolt. She shivered as if touching me affected her more than any summer breeze or dusk-shrouded forest ever could.
I’d had a lifetime of being held by her, loved by her…but this? It was fucking everything.
My hands moved as she touched me harder. Digging my left hand into the dirt, I ran my right down her side, my thumb kissing the side of her breast.
I wanted to mark her, brand her.
She moaned, her hand twitching around my cock.
I wanted to take my time and fondle her, lick her, bite those perfect nipples, but there was a demon in my blood howling for other things.
Dropping my touch down her waist, I marvelled at the shape of her, then lost my goddamn mind as I found the pulsating heat between her legs.
No barriers.
Just satin and silk and everything Della.
I disintegrated.
Everything ached.
My thumb found her clit, and my finger, shit, that drove into her with no sweet sonnets or requests. I couldn’t help myself from spearing deep, twisting my existence with how perfectly hot and wet she was.
Her back arched as I withdrew, smearing her slipperiness against my other finger, rubbing her clit just once before I drove both into her.
I drove so hard, her body inched higher up the bracken littered ground.
Her mouth opened wide. “Holy fu—”
“Enough talking, remember?”
Leaves crackled as she squirmed. Breaths panted. My mind was awash with greed.
The wondrous sensation of being inside her ought to be enough. I ought to linger in this magic and take my time learning what she liked.
But it was too late for that.
“Condom. Where is it?” I bit out, thrusting my fingers deeper.
She searched blindly in the dirt beside us, finally holding up the foil packet.
“Put it on me,” I snarled, thrusting fingers into her body while my cock wept with punishment. If I didn’t get inside her now, I’d come. I was so close. Too close.
Her hands trembled as she ripped the foil, grabbed the rubber, and cupped my length.
I growled under my breath as her tiny touch rolled the condom over me, squeezing my base as if determined to make me explode.
Knocking her hand away, I ripped my fingers from her and angled my hips.
“Tell me to stop, Della.” My voice wasn’t my own. It was black and dripping and demonic.
“Never.” Spreading her legs, her hands landed on my ass, pulling me into her.
A small ribbon of blood decorated her arm from a sharp twig.
A shadow of a bruise marked the creamy flesh of her throat.
I wanted to feel bad.
I didn’t.
The first welcome of her body blew my existence into tiny smithereens, and I no longer cared about the pieces. I didn’t care if I’d be the same person after this. I didn’t care about right and wrong.
This was right.
So, so right.
I fell on her, crushing her into the earth as I pushed inside her. I wasn’t slow. I wasn’t gentle. I was everything she’d made me become.
She tensed beneath me, her body tight, unyielding.
Parts of me cried for what I was doing, for the desecration of the purest thing I’d ever loved, while most of me rejoiced at finally finding the one person I’d been searching for.
“I’m sorry.” My mouth slammed on hers, and my hips shot forward, driving through that tightness until her body gave way in a rush of welcome, her legs wrapped around my hips, and her moan filled my lungs.
She wanted me.
And I took her.
Hard.
Fast.
Ruthless.
My eyes snapped closed as everything inside wanted to erupt. Her heat. Her scent. The fact that this wasn’t some faceless, nameless woman I couldn’t stand but the girl I’d loved my entire life. The girl I’d die to deserve.
My heart swelled to four times its size, suffocating in its ribcage, desperate to sacrifice itself to her.
I was the luckiest bastard alive.
Connected.
Finally.
Together.
Finally.
Shock crashed over us that we were no longer separate, but one.
Tearing my mouth away, I locked eyes on hers and begged to see what I needed to see. The same violent fire. The same undeniable desire. Plucking a leaf stuck to her cheek, I groaned, “Look at what you’re making me do.”
“I don’t care.”
“I’m inside you.”
“I know.”
“I’m fucking mad for you, and you’re wedged on the forest floor. You’re bleeding for fuck’s sake.”
She smiled as if I’d given her the best gift in the world. “I know.”
I laughed, groaning under my breath as my cock throbbed in her body. “What else do you know, Della Ribbon?”
“I know that you’re inside me. And you’re just delaying what you truly want to do.”
My eyes hooded. “And what’s that?”
“You want to fuck me.”
My entire body rippled in impending release. “Quiet. You’ll make me come.”
“Well, you shut up and fuck me.”
I thrust once, both of us hissing with searing pleasure.