29. The Scent of Love
The Scent of Love
Havoc
S he looked at me with those dark brown eyes, and I swore her body called to mine.
The rain continued, wetting us, turning the ground beneath us soft.
Onyx’s skin glistened with the moisture. Droplets slid down her curves. Her soft, thick dreadlocks—shades deep black, fiery red, and sunset blonde—began to coil along her shoulders and cling to her arms.
And my chest tightened with a need so deep, so primal, that it eclipsed everything else.
She was more beautiful than the traditional images of biblical Eve.
Where Eve was painted as pale white and delicate, Onyx's skin radiated in a rich brown that no artist could capture. It represented Earth itself.
Her hips, thick and curvaceous, were the very essence of fertility, power, and sensuality, so different from the slender, fragile figure of Eve.
Onyx was not a woman who needed to be cloaked in the softness of tradition or the fragility of myth.
She was a force of nature, a living goddess, her curves and her skin telling the story of generations, of a beauty that had been too long overlooked but impossible to diminish.
Her beauty consumed and trapped me.
Will I always be a prisoner to her desires?
I considered that question and decided.
Yes. I never want to be free.
I pulled her to me, tangled my fingers within those wet locs, and tilted her head back, and claimed her mouth with mine.
The kiss was hungry.
Wet.
Desperate.
She melted into me and clutched my shoulders with her hands.
Growling, I nipped at her bottom lip and then deepened the kiss.
She arched her body against mine.
Rain poured down, soaking our skin. It was all cool water slipping along our lust-heated bodies.
“I’ve got to have you. Right now.” I pushed her back gently, guiding her down into the soft, wet earth.
The mud ran cool and slick beneath us.
“Onyx.” I hovered over her, using my body as a shield against the storm. “I think I need you. . .like the air I breathe. Like the blood that courses through my veins. . .I don’t think I could survive without you.”
She looked up at me with wide, pupil-dilated eyes. “I’ll always be here.”
“Good because. . .”
She parted her lips.
“I think I need you more than I need my own sanity.” I lowered and brushed my lips against hers. “You're mine.”
She shivered, and a soft, breathless sound escaped her lips. I knew it was her desire.
Her vocal need.
But, it wasn’t enough.
I needed to hear her tell me that she fully understood how much she was all mine. There could be no confusion.
“Say it,” I demanded, and my voice went low and rough with the deliriously wicked need that coursed through me. “Say that you’re mine.”
Her voice trembled. “I’m all yours, Havoc.”
The words sent an erotic jolt of passionate electricity through me, igniting maddening sparks that I couldn’t control.
Growling, I claimed her mouth again, and the kiss was dark, deep, and possessive. My cock rose, stiffening, getting hard as a fucking rock.
“I’m going to fuck you hard in this mud. Dirty you up and let this island, the very earth know how much you belong to me.”
She bit her lip.
Craving every inch of her, I roamed my hands over her rain-slicked skin, savoring those curves.
She yielded to me completely, in the most submissive way. Her body was pliant beneath mine, and her hands clutched at me and even the wet earth as I lapped at the raindrops falling all over her skin.
Then, I licked the points of her nipples.
The curve of her breasts.
The plain of her flat stomach.
The folds of her pussy.
I drank from her like a starved man.
And only when I couldn’t control myself anymore, I lifted back up, spread those thighs, and thrust my cock into her warm, wet pussy, stretching those greedy walls and forcing that soaked tunnel to accommodate me.
“Oh!”
The storm picked up. Raindrops pounded down around us, matching the rhythm of my cock as it slid and slipped in and out of her.
“Havoc!” She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.
Her nails dug into my back.
The mud began to puddle and as I slammed my cock harder into her needy pussy, the mud squelched and sloshed beneath us, splattering on our bodies.
And we didn’t care.
We could have drowned in this rain-drenched mud, in this desire. Our bodies moved together in a primal dance that was as old as the dirt on this island, as natural as the rain that fell around us.
Did the animals watch us fuck?
Did the birds or even the squirrels in the tree branches get turned on by the sight?
Did they want to fuck too?
If they did, I hoped they got themselves off.
Let us all orgasm in the rain.
“Oh God.” She moaned beneath me, and the sound was a sweet, erotically intoxicating melody that made me want to push her to the edge and watch her completely fall.
I reached down, my fingers finding the place where our bodies joined, where she was wet and hot and trembling with need. I teased her with my dirty fingers, circling that sensitive, pulsing clit.
“Oh! Oh!” Her pussy tightened around me. Her breath hitched as she climbed higher and higher toward an orgasm.
I growled, and then my voice cut through the thundering sound of the storm. “Tell me what you want.”
“You.” Her body trembled from my cock. “I want you, Havoc.”
Her plea sent a shiver of satisfaction through me, and I quickened my pace, driving into her with a force that matched the intensity of the storm, of the emotions that churned within my very soul.
I was relentless, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, until she was crying out.
And then I pulled out my cock again to tease her.
“Oh no! Come back!”
I gazed down at her. “You want this cock?”
“Yes, please!”
“Beg for it.”
“Please. Please.”
“Yell for it.”
“Please! Now! Give me your cock!”
“But can you handle it?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Your pussy likes it?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t thrust or slam my cock into her.
I crashed it into her pussy, wanting to not only make her feel it, but make that pussy ache and her body tremble from the impact.
Lightening flashed.
She screamed into the roar of the rain. “Ahhh!!!”
Dark and twisted pleasure collided within every cell in my body. “Are you going to cum for me, wildcat?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me when that pussy explodes.” I fucked her harder into the mud.
It began to rise up over us, painting our bodies in this thick brown sludge.
And then, she was coming underneath me. It was a volcanic eruption of a release shaking her body. Her pussy muscles around my cock tightened into an iron vice grip, intensifying the already overwhelming sensations to my cock.
A guttural groan tore from my throat.
She arched against me, clawing at my back as she rode the wave of her orgasm. “Ohhh!”
Her heated climax pulled mine from me in a rush of hot and wild explosive throbbing sensations. “Oh, Onyx!”
With a final thrust that sent us both sinking deeper into the mud, I roared as my sperm spilled out in hot spurts inside of her pussy.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” She cried out again, and the earth-shaking spasms of her orgasm echoed through the pouring rain.
“Fffucckkk.” My cock jerked inside her, spilling more sperm into her pussy.
The thunder roared above us.
“Goddamn it.” I pulled out, rolled away, and collapsed right next to her. “Fuck. . .”
Mud squished along my body.
Rain continued to pelt our skin with a relentless fury.
Soon she was on me, lying her head on my chest as it rose up and down.
I still hadn’t steadied my breath.
She moved her hands down the layer of muscles on my stomach. “Should we try to find some shelter?”
“No.”
“No?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore.”
She rested against me. “It doesn’t matter.”
I grinned. “All that matters is that we are safe and right next to each other.”
With a sigh, I pulled her closer to me, and she curled along my side and let out a soft sigh.
I could feel her heart pounding with the beating of mine.
The rain became lighter yet continued to fall on us, washing away the muddy evidence of our carnal feast.
And just like that, Onyx’s orange spice scent rose higher around me, drowning out the fragrances of nature and rain.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the rain, the feel of her body against mine, the taste of her on my lips, and the perfect scent of her saturating my nose.
I pulled back slightly, looking down at her, at the way her dreadlocks were now muddied and plastered to her face, her lips swollen from our kisses, her eyes half-closed and dazed with pleasure.
With all the mud, she looked even more captivating.
My heart stirred.
“I’m serious. I can’t breathe without you, Onyx.” I watched my words slip along her body. “I would die.”
She fully opened her eyes, and I saw the same thing reflected back at me.
The same realization.
The same truth.
She reached up and brushed mud off my chin with her thumb. “And I’m serious. . .you will never have to breathe without me.”
A sense of peace poured over my body, mingling with the rain.
We were connected now, in a way that went beyond the physical, beyond even the storm that fell on us.
And as I held her in my arms, feeling the steady beat of her heart against mine, I knew that I was ready for whatever that future held, as long as it was with her.
More and more, the rain began to taper off.
The sky lightened.
Her scent enveloped me even more.
I breathed it in deeply, letting it further fill my lungs.
My mind.
My very soul.
It was to the point where I now couldn't remember a time when her scent wasn't there, lingering in the air around me, weaving its way into my thoughts.
But as I lay there, holding her close, a question began to gnaw at the edges of my mind.
Was this even her scent?
Or. . .was it the true scent of love?
Had that been what I smelled the first time I caught it?
There’d been power in the scent, the way it called to me, wrapped around my senses and pulled me in.
Hmmm.
Again, I closed my eyes, trying to remember what it felt like to smell my own scent.
It was a strange thought, one that I hadn't considered before. I had always been so aware of my own presence, my own identity, but now. . .now it was as if I had been consumed by her, by the scent that defined her.
I couldn't smell myself anymore, couldn't separate my scent from hers.
We had become one, our essences intertwined in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
She permeated every part of me.
Maybe that is the true scent of love.
The inability to distinguish where one person ended and the other began.
The merging of souls.
The blending of identities.
I opened my eyes as the rain lightened more. The once dark and heavy rainclouds began to dissipate. The gray sky lightened to a soft, pale blue.
Rays of sunlight peeked through the remaining clouds.
The cold, wet drops of rain that had previously pelted my skin now turned into a light mist, gently brushing against my face, arms, and legs.
Yes. I think I’m right.
I lay there, holding her close, and knowing without a doubt that I had found the true scent of love.
I hadn’t even been looking for it.
Never even considered love or if it even had an aroma.
But here I’d stumbled upon it.
The scent of us.
Together.
Entwined in a way that could never be undone.
Onyx spoke, “Once the rain completely clears up. . .we should go.”
“We should.”
“North?”
“Yes.”
Without seeing her face, I knew that she was smiling.
She still had hope that we would get off this godforsaken island.
And I still had her, which was all I truly cared about.
If she wanted to explore this island then we would.
If she wanted to climb trees, swim the ocean, or even light a ridiculous fire to signal the treacherous souls that traveled above this dark part of the world, I would.
She whispered, “Thank you, Havoc.”
And that orange spice scent thickened with a hint of fresh mint and lavender—things that I had not seen on this island. Yet those herbal blends left her.
And without a doubt, I simply knew what I was smelling now.
It was the scent of forever.