Chapter 8 - Cole
I can't fucking believe this is happening. Ruby lies before me, legs spread, her pussy glistening with arousal, asking me to take her. To be her first.
My cock throbs painfully, harder than it's been in years, maybe ever.
The taste of her still lingers on my tongue, sweet and musky.
Perfect. My heart pounds like it used to in combat, adrenaline flooding my system.
But this isn't the fear of death. It's the terrifying realization that after this, I might never want to let her go.
"Please," she whispers, reaching for me, her hand wrapping around my forearm. "Put it inside me."
Christ. She's like some curvy, sinful goddess sent from heaven to tempt me, to test my resolve, to save me from my self-imposed exile. Her full breasts heave with each breath, her green eyes dark with desire, her soft curves inviting my touch. I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
I position myself between her thighs, guiding the head of my cock to her entrance.
She's so wet it slides easily against her folds, and I have to grit my teeth to maintain control.
I want nothing more than to thrust deep and hard, to claim her completely, but I know I need to be careful. This is her first time.
"This might hurt," I warn her, my voice barely recognizable even to myself. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
She shakes her head, grabbing her own breasts in anticipation. "Don't stop," she breathes.
Slowly, I press forward, watching her face as the head of my cock breaches her entrance. Her eyes widen, her mouth forming a perfect "O" of surprise. The tight heat of her pussy envelops me inch by agonizing inch, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to slam home in one thrust.
"Fuck," I growl. "You're so tight."
She winces slightly as I push deeper, but when I start to pull back, she wraps her legs around my waist, keeping me where I am.
"Keep going," she urges. "I want all of you."
I continue my slow progress until I'm fully inside her, our bodies as close as two people can be. The sensation is overwhelming. Not just the physical pleasure, which is intense beyond belief, but something deeper. Something I haven't felt in so long I barely recognize it.
Connection.
I begin to move, rocking my hips in a gentle rhythm, letting her adjust to the feeling of me inside her.
Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I gradually increase my pace.
Sweat beads on her forehead, her cheeks flushed a beautiful rosy hue.
She really is an angel. My angel, sent to tame the beast I've become.
"More," she gasps. "Please, Cole, more."
I try to give her what she wants, thrusting harder, deeper, but the position is awkward. My knees flex uncomfortably as I try to stay at her level on the couch, and I can't get the angle I want, can't go as deep as I need to.
"Turn around," I command, my voice rough with need. "Get on your hands and knees."
She looks up at me through half-lidded eyes, a bit of saliva glistening at the corner of her mouth, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.
She's already tired, I can tell, but there's a determination in her expression that I recognize.
She's a fighter. It's how she survived the storm, how she's made it this far in life. She doesn't give up easily.
With a quick movement that belies her inexperience, she turns over, positioning herself on all fours, her perfect bubbly ass raised invitingly toward me. Despite having zero experience, she instinctively knows how to present herself—face down, ass up, her back arched beautifully.
I take a moment to appreciate the view, running my hands over the globes of her ass before gripping her hips. Her pussy glistens, pink and wet, ready for me. I line myself up and push forward, sliding into her in one smooth thrust that makes us both gasp.
"Fuck, Ruby," I groan as I bottom out inside her.
She's so wet now that I can move easily, my cock gliding in and out of her tight channel. In this position, I can finally go all the way in, hitting depths that make her whimper and moan.
I plant my hands firmly on her hips and begin to thrust in earnest, no longer holding back.
The couch creaks beneath us as I pound into her, each thrust pushing a cry from her lips.
She's loud—gloriously, unabashedly loud—her moans echoing through the cabin.
If I had neighbors, they'd hear exactly what I'm doing to her, how good I'm making her feel.
And I love it. Love hearing the effect I have on her, knowing that every sound she makes is because of me, because of how I'm making her feel. It feeds something primal in me, something possessive.
On impulse, I grab a handful of her dark hair, pulling her head back toward me as I lean forward to growl in her ear. "You feel fucking gorgeous like this. Taking my cock so well."
"More," she gasps, her voice shaking with pleasure. "Please don't stop. Fuck me harder, Cole. Fill me up. Claim me. I want you to be the first. The only man to ever finish inside me."
Her words send a shock of possessive pleasure through me, but then I see panic flash across what I can see of her face.
"I'm sorry," she stammers. "I didn't mean to say—"
"I want that too," I cut her off, my voice thick with emotion I don't bother hiding. "I want to be the first and only man to do every fucking thing with you. To show you a world of pleasure. To teach you and learn with you."
She lets out a breathless laugh. "I don't have much to teach, but I like the idea." She pushes her ass back against me, taking me deeper. "Right now, though, I just want to get fucked."
A smirk spreads across my face: a genuine one, the first in years. "As you wish," I murmur, then resume my relentless pace, slamming into her with renewed vigor.
Her moans grow louder, more desperate. "I'm getting close," she cries. "Oh god, I can feel it coming. I don't know how much more I can take."
I don't slow down. Don't ease up. If anything, her words spur me on, make me fuck her harder, deeper, determined to push her over the edge. "Come for me," I command. "Let go, Ruby. I want to feel you come on my cock."
Her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave. Her back arches sharply, her pussy clenching around me in rhythmic pulses, her mouth open in a silent scream before she finds her voice and lets out a sound that's half-moan, half-sob.
She buries her face in the couch cushions, gripping a nearby pillow as her body shudders with the force of her release.
The sight of her coming undone, the feeling of her tight walls squeezing my cock, sends me hurtling toward my own climax.
My balls tighten, pleasure building at the base of my spine.
With a guttural groan, I thrust deep one final time and explode inside her, pumping her full of my cum in four thick, pulsing jets.
I can't remember the last time I came this hard, this much. It's like my body is trying to make up for years of deprivation all at once, filling her completely, marking her as mine in the most primitive way possible.
When the last aftershock subsides, I slowly pull out, watching with satisfaction as a trickle of my seed leaks from her well-fucked pussy. I can't resist giving her ass a playful smack with my still-hard cock, making sure the last few drops coat her perfect cheeks.
She turns her face toward me, flushed and glowing with satisfaction, a lazy smile curving her lips.
"I think I need another shower now," she says, her voice deliciously raspy from her screams of pleasure.
"Maybe we could shower together this time," I suggest, surprising myself with how much I want this. Not just more sex, but the simple intimacy of washing each other's bodies.
"Not sure if your shower is big enough for both." she says, and she’s not wrong.
“I'm willing to give it a shot if you are." I admit.
Before we attempt the shower, though, we take a moment to catch our breath, collapsing onto the couch.
She leans against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, marveling at how perfectly she fits against me.
I can feel her heartbeat gradually slowing to match mine, our bodies syncing without conscious effort.
In this quiet moment, reality tries to creep back in. Questions about what happens next, what this means, whether I'm capable of giving her what she deserves. But I push those thoughts away. For now, I just want to hold her, to exist in this pocket of time where nothing exists but the two of us.
Hours Later
I wake in the darkest part of night, a scream dying in my throat, my body drenched in cold sweat. The familiar nightmare. Blood on my hands, Jackson's accusing eyes, Sarah's terrified face as my hands tightened around her neck, fades slowly as consciousness returns.
But something's different. There's a warm body beside me, a soft hand on my chest. Ruby. In my bed. The events of the evening come rushing back.
The shower where we somehow managed not to break our necks while I fucked her against the tile wall, drying each other off, falling into bed together, her body curled trustingly against mine as we drifted to sleep.
Now she's awake, propped up on one elbow, looking down at me with concern in those green eyes. "Cole? Are you okay?"
Panic seizes me as I realize what could have happened. What if I'd lashed out during the nightmare? What if I'd hurt her before I fully woke?
"I need to—" I can't finish the sentence, just lurch from the bed, putting distance between us. I retreat to the corner of the room, sinking down to sit on the floor, my head in my hands, my knees drawn up defensively.
"Cole," she says softly, and I hear the rustle of sheets as she gets out of bed. A moment later, she's beside me, not touching, just sitting close enough that I can feel her warmth. "It's okay. I'm right here."
"You don't understand," I say, my voice raw. "I could have hurt you. During the nightmare… I don't always know where I am when I first wake up."
"But you didn't hurt me," she points out gently. "You woke up. You moved away. You protected me even half-asleep."
I shake my head, unable to accept her logic, her faith in me. "It's not safe. I'm not safe."
She sits silently for a moment, then tries to place her hand on my knee. When I don't pull away, she moves closer, until she's leaning against my side, her head on my shoulder.
"I'm okay with this," she says quietly. "All of it. The nightmares, the past, the isolation… I understand why you've chosen this life, Cole. But you don't have to face it alone anymore. I'll be right by your side, every time."
Her words cut straight through my defenses, striking something deep inside me that I thought was long dead. What the fuck did I do to deserve someone like her? Someone so good, so trusting, so willing to see past the monster to whatever humanity remains beneath.
"You're too good for me," I mutter, but I don't push her away. Can't bring myself to reject the comfort she's offering.
"That's not for you to decide," she says with surprising firmness. "I know who I am and what I want. And right now, what I want is you. All of you, the good and the bad."
She leans heavily against me, and without conscious thought, my arm comes up to wrap around her shoulders, holding her close. We sit like that for a long time, the silence of the cabin broken only by our breathing and the occasional crack of the dying fire.
"You're not alone anymore," she whispers eventually, her breath warm against my skin.
I turn my head to press a kiss to her hair, inhaling the scent of her. My soap mixed with something uniquely Ruby, something I'm already addicted to.
"Neither are you," I promise, meaning it more than I've meant anything in years. "Whatever happens, we're in this together. The good and the bad."
As dawn begins to lighten the sky outside, we make our way back to bed, her body curling against mine once more. And for the first time in eight years, I let myself hope for something beyond mere survival, something that feels dangerously like a future.