Samuel
The door shuts behind us, and something in me snaps. I pull her into my arms, hard enough that she exhales against me. Her mouth finds mine, hands gripping my jacket as creek water drips to the floor from our wet clothes.
I back her up without breaking the kiss, steering by instinct more than sight, until she hits the wall. Her hands slide up my chest, fingers curling tight. I kiss her deeper, slower now, letting the urgency burn into something more demanding.
Her name leaves my mouth before I realize I’m saying it. She answers with a sound that goes straight through me. My hands move over her back and under her shirt. Her skin is cool beneath my palms.
We break apart only long enough to shed our wet clothes.
Jeans hit the floor. Boots are kicked aside.
Every time I have to let go, my hands find her again, her waist, her cheek, the curve of her back, like I need the reassurance that she's still here.
Raven does the same, her fingertips returning to me between every movement, as though neither of us can bear the distance for more than a heartbeat.
“I can’t wait any longer.” My voice is a low growl as I press her against the wall, feeling the heat radiating between us.
“Then don’t,” she breathes, her eyes blazing with a mix of desire and challenge.
Her words send a rush of adrenaline through me. I grip her tighter, feeling her heartbeat sync with mine. Her words send a rush of adrenaline through me. I grip her tighter, feeling her heartbeat settle into the same rhythm as mine.
With one smooth motion, I lift her. Her arms slide around my neck as I guide her against me, her body fitting mine like she's always belonged there. I find her without looking, drawn by instinct more than thought, and sink into her.
The moment our bodies connect, I close my eyes, the feeling of her steals the air from my lungs. A low groan escapes before I can stop it as I hold her close, unwilling to leave even an inch between us.
She clings to me, her body moves with mine as we find our rhythm.
Every movement draws us closer, every breath reminding me she's here, she's real, and she's choosing me.
I bury my face against her neck, holding her a little tighter, overwhelmed by the simple, impossible relief of finally having her in my arms again.
“Fuck Raven,” I murmur against her ear. “You feel like you were made for me.”
“I was,” she whispers.
My grip tightens.
“I don’t have gentle in me tonight,” I tell her.
“Then don’t hold back,” she says. “I’m not asking you to.”
Unable to resist, I pull back, then thrust harder, the head of my cock hitting that sweet spot inside her that makes her cry out, pleasure spilling from her lips in desperate gasps.
The sound of us fills the room, unhurried and intimate.
I hold her close, my hands firm on her thighs as we move together, every motion drawing us closer instead of pulling us apart.
For a moment, there's nothing beyond her—nothing but the rhythm we've found together and the certainty that this is exactly where we're meant to be.
“Just like that,” she urges, and the intensity builds between us, a storm of desire I don’t want to escape.
With every thrust, I lose myself deeper in her, the world outside disappearing as I focus solely on the pleasure radiating between us. Raven’s body responds eagerly, her moans urging me on, pushing me to go harder, faster.
“God, you feel incredible,” I whisper between breaths, my voice rough with desire. I can feel my control slipping, the heat coiling tighter in my core.
She meets my every movement, pulling me even closer, her body craving more. “Don’t stop, Wolf,” she gasps, the urgency in her voice sending a fresh wave of need crashing over me.
Hearing it from her mouth unravels something sharp and dangerous inside me. “say it again,” I growl.
Her eyes hold mine. “Wolf,” she says again, unapologetic. “I want all of you.”
“You already have me,” I say low. “Every damn piece.”
I grip her tighter, my hands digging into her soft skin, aware, even through the haze that I’ll leave bruises, and liking the thought that she’ll wear evidence of this tomorrow.
Each thrust becomes more demanding. The way she clings to me. The way she squeezes her legs tighter around my waist, only heightens the sensation. Every inch of her body igniting an insatiable hunger inside me.
“Just like that,” she encourages, her voice a sultry whisper that drives me wild. I can feel her nearing the edge.
“Raven,” I groan, my breath ragged as I push us both toward that precipice. The tension builds like a fire roaring between us.
“Let go with me,” she pleads, her eyes locking onto mine. With one final thrust, I surrender to the pleasure as we both tumble over the edge together. The world around us fades away as I grip her tighter, holding her close as we both surrender to the bliss that envelops us.
She shudders beneath me, her body quaking in the aftermath, and I can’t help but smile against her skin, the taste of satisfaction lingering in the air. I slowly withdraw, savoring the remnants of our connection, feeling her warmth still clinging to me.
Breathing heavily, I rest my forehead against hers, our eyes locked, both of us still riding the aftershocks of our intensity.
“What was that?” she asks, a breathless laugh escaping her lips.
“Just the beginning,” I reply, a smirk playing on my lips as I pull her in for another kiss, the promise of more lingering in the air.
Carefully, I lower her, her feet finding the floor again, but I don’t let go. My hands linger at her waist as I lean in to kiss her again. I stay close, breathing her in, letting the moment settle instead of rushing past it. Then my hand slides into hers as I turn us toward the hallway.
“I’m not done with you,” I say quietly, the promise in it unmistakable.
Raven follows without hesitation as I lead her toward the bedroom, the urgency from before easing into something deeper, something meant to last.
The bed creaks softly as she sits, then lies back, her eyes staying locked on me. My chest tightens at the sight of her in my bed. Her hair falls loose around her shoulders, and the quiet trust in her eyes steals the breath from my lungs.
This time, I take my time with her. My mouth follows my hands, relearning the shape of her, paying attention to every breath, every small shift of her body.
She arches into my touch, fingers threading into my hair, grounding me to this moment.
I hold on to every second, knowing moments like this are never promised. I want to remember all of it.
When I finally settle over her, she reaches up and cups my face, steady and sure.
“I love you,” I say, low and unguarded.
“I love you too,” she says, like it’s the simplest truth she’s ever known.
It does something to me, knowing that she’s here like this. That she trusts me.
I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring instead of rushing. I let myself feel the warmth of her, the quiet certainty of her, the way she trusts me without holding anything back.
When I draw back, it's only enough to look at her. Her eyes find mine. Her breathing has changed, and every soft sound she makes settles somewhere deep inside me. I don't think I'll ever stop being humbled by the fact that she looks at me like this.
We find each other without a word, moving with an ease that has nothing to do with instinct and everything to do with love. She stays with me through every breath, every heartbeat, every quiet pause, and I realize this isn't about losing ourselves.
It's about finding our way back.
As the last of the tension fades, I hold her against me, reluctant to loosen my grip. Raven buries her face against my neck, her breathing gradually settling until it matches mine. For a little while, neither of us says a word.
Afterward, we stay tangled together, skin warm, limbs heavy. I don't move. I don't want to be the one to break the silence we've found.
Raven curls closer, her fingers tracing absent circles against my chest. I kiss the top of her head, then her temple, breathing in the familiar scent of her hair. If I could stop time, I'd stop it here—with her in my arms, the rest of the world held safely outside these walls.
For one impossible moment, I let myself believe we've outrun it all.