Chapter 2
Louhi
The roar of the Pacific Ocean floods my mind as my orgasm billows through my body like a boulder cast into a placid lake, the ripples radiating through every nerve ending. I’ve just begun to come down from my high when Sean pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, kneeling between my legs.
Some of my fingers are still broken, a few of my toenails are missing, and the stitched wounds from the slow slicing I endured ache and pull, and I might need a skin graft for the burned spot on my forearm.
None of that includes whatever vile bacteria lurks within my flesh.
I feel none of that; nothing but the appreciation I have for Sean.
Cords of love and trust twine themselves around our hearts, tying us together.
My lips hitch as my cheek is pressed to the forest floor, and crunchy leaves dig into my skin. As I stretch my hand out over my head, my nipples wedge against the dirt, scraping at the rough tree roots. My whimper is remarkably similar to that of a predatory cat.
There’s a sudden spark of electricity as Sean’s hand slams across the globe of my arse. He snatches a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back farther than is comfortable as he rams into me again, hitting the spot inside of me that makes my legs quake and my brain combust.
When he pitches forward, I moan, and he tightens his hold on my hair. “You like it when I remind your body who owns you, don’t you, baby?”
My eyes roll straight to the back of my skull, his name falling from my parted lips as he grunts through gritted teeth, “That’s right, it’s me that you belong to.”
Sean has always known what I needed, what I craved, and even amid the umbrage and verdure, his violent aura surrounds me. His hand snakes around and pinches my nipple painfully, and I clamp down on his dick as he pistons his hips roughly, deliciously.
The ocean of rapture claims me, sweeping me out to sea where I empty my brain, convulsing as slick sweat speckles my back, and closing my eyes as I ride the wave of pleasure that only Sean can provide.
He tumbles into the same blissful waters a moment later, collapsing on my back as I sink into the dirt. Our breaths are ragged until we’ve both regained some semblance of composure.
Now that the haze of bliss has begun to fade, drips of trepidation begin to trickle back in over how we might escape this island. Just as the tension in my shoulders returns, Sean flicks my clit.
“Se-an,” I whine, dragging out his name, making him chuckle softly. I whine when he pulls out. Glancing back at him, I notice his dog tags dangling between his muscled pecs. His sharp gaze tracks me as I flip around to kneel in front of him.
Beefy hands land on my hips with a steadying ferocity, but he remains silent as I remove the chain and place it over my own head. They brush the inside of my breasts, the heat from his body having warmed the metal.
When I lift my chin, I’m met with his handsome face.
“I…I want to taste you,” I admit. I’m not ready for this to end. I want to exist in the place where escapes and futures don’t exist. There’s only now, the two of us alone in this tropical forest.
One of his ash-brown eyebrows arches, the corner of his lips hitching. “Yeah, baby? What part of me do you want?”
“Feed me your cock.”
Rising to his full, imposing height, he moves around me like a wolf assessing his wounded victim, stopping less than a meter away. “Come get what you want.”
My stomach twists, and I lick my lips as his impressive erection tempts me like the most decadent dessert. Still on my hands and knees, I add a flare to my swaying arse as I slink toward him. At his feet, I sit back on my heels and adopt a submissive pose that we’re both aware is an act.
“If you’re so hungry for my cock, you better start eating. We have time to kill.”
Swallowing his cock for hours? I could be into that.
Seabirds screech and caw overhead, and I nuzzle into Sean.
The ocean bellows sonorously beyond the trees.
Long gone is the cooler weather from last night; the shade of the green canopy only spares a bit of the sun’s torture.
Beads of sweat slide down my spine, fill the space between and below my breasts, and drip into my various cuts. I ignore the sting.
My cheek is damp where it’s pressed against Sean’s bare chest. I’m starting to wonder why I put the jumper and shorts back on. I can’t quite tell if he’s contributing to the warmth of the situation or if it’s just that hot. It figures that he’d put off a ton of body heat, given his size.
“What are you thinking about?”
His skin is stickier than the bar top of an old, seedy pub as I peel my body from his. I sit up and tuck my feet beneath my thighs. “This humidity is…oppressive. What do you say we cool down?”
I could really go for some snow. It won’t be long now.
Stony and beautiful, he regards me, his head resting against the tree trunk. “How do you suggest we do that?”
A mischievous Cheshire Cat smile crawls over my face as I spring to my feet. I hold out my hand, my broken fingers and botched fingernails looking properly gruesome as they hang between us. “Don’t you trust me?”
I wink, but his expression remains stoic.
“Implicitly,” he answers as his massive hand clamps down around my forearm instead of taking my hand.
My fractured digits curl around his beefy arm in return, and I grit my teeth against the shot of pain that’s more potent than a shot of bottom-self vodka.
Once he’s on his feet, I slide my palm against his and pull him along behind me.
I bounce through the vegetation, disregarding the sharp branches and leaves that tug at the various cuts littering my skin.
The coppice ends at the precipice of a small hill. A sandy slope is all that separates us from the tumultuous Pacific. I drop his hand, then half-run, half-skip toward the water. Along the way, I peel off the hideous orange jumper and drop it without a care.
The sand is warm beneath my feet, and my toes sink with each step. It’s still early, and there are hardly any beachgoers, which indicates that it’s likely a weekday. Good, that could be beneficial later.
I pause when the sand becomes firm and wet. Stripping out of my shorts, I turn to hurl them toward the dry sand. Sean’s still standing atop the large mound, watching with rapt attention. Waving my arm in the air, I beckon him to join me. Even if he doesn’t, I intend to have a bit of fun.
My grin is brighter than a bonfire as I tread backwards into the ocean, the waves lapping at my bare legs. The saltwater makes each gash sting viciously, but it feels benign when compared to everything else I’ve endured over the last few months. It could always be worse; there’s no lemon juice.
The ocean licks at my ass like a soft lover when I finally hear a splash behind me.
I turn around again just in time to catch a hulking Sean ungracefully trudging in my direction.
His cock, now at half-mast, swings between his legs like the pendulum of a grandfather clock.
He wears a harsh, menacing expression with his lips set and eyebrows dipped low, but the sparkle in his blue-grey eyes betrays him.
In the next heartbeat, his arms are wrapped around my middle. He throws us both into the waves, shifting his body so he takes the brunt of the fall. I let out a little yelp as the ocean swallows us up. Even being on the run with Sean, this is still one of the best days of my life.