11
Camila
The heat scorches my skin before I can even open my eyes.
It’s not the sticky heat of the southern summer, but a thick fire, a wild magnetism that pulls at my guts and drags me to the surface of consciousness.
Or whatever this is. The deafening roar of hail against the shed’s roof has turned into a distant, rhythmic echo that keeps time with the frantic beating of my own heart.
I smell eucalyptus, wet earth, and that sweet, rustic hay scent that creeps up your nose and clouds your judgment.
I’m in the hayloft. More specifically, high up in the loft.
The darkness is absolute, broken only by the intermittent flashes of silent lightning that tint the straw a ghostly, bluish color.
I can’t move. I don’t want to move. My body is ablaze, vibrating at a frequency I don’t recognize, as if the electrical storm out there had seeped right under my skin.
Darana is watching me, right above me, devouring me with those honey-colored eyes that, at this moment, show not a trace of the cowboy arrogance with which she’s been lashing out at me all day.
They’re dark, brimming with a lust that I, too, feel—and that makes me gasp even before her hands have touched me.
She’s on her knees, straddling my thighs, and her silhouette against the flashes of lightning in the sky looks like that of a deity ready to collect all my outstanding debts.
She’s not wearing her shirt. She’s not wearing her hat.
Her tanned skin glows, and her tousled blond hair falls over her shoulders in deep, unruly waves created by the braid that clings to her neck.
The sight is so powerful, so incredibly erotic, that it takes my breath away.
Desire lashes at my gut, a wet, hot tug that makes me instinctively shift my hips, seeking her touch.
She smiles. It’s a mischievous smile, my utter undoing. It’s the smile of the Darana who has driven me wild more than once, but multiplied by a hunger I didn’t even know I felt.
“Are you looking for me?” she murmurs, in a low purr, a vibration that caresses my neck and makes every hair on my body stand on end.
I don’t need to say a word, because my own body is screaming for her.
I sink my hands into her waist, gripping her hips with an urgency that borders on desperation.
My skin burns at the touch of hers. The contrast is brutal: I’m trembling with anticipation, and she is purifying fire.
I pull her down, forcing her to close the distance, wanting to feel the weight of her body crushing mine against the fodder that crunches beneath us.
Darana throws herself at me with a possessive force that wrings a moan from my lips. Her hands, now warm, burrow into my hair, pressing my head against the straw. She forces me to look at her, to hold her feline, dangerous gaze as she lowers her mouth toward mine.
We devour each other, as if we wanted to tear out the secrets we’ve kept from each other all this time. Secrets I didn’t know about until now.
Or thought I didn’t know.
Darana bites my lower lip, pulling a little too hard, drawing a moan of pleasure from me. Her tongue invades my mouth, claiming territory with an arrogance that drives me wild, and I respond with the same intensity, tangling myself in it, savoring the intoxicating taste of her skin.
The heat in the hayloft becomes unbearable. The blankets that had surrounded us have vanished, leaving us exposed to the darkness and the rough texture of the hay that pricks my back and thighs, stinging in a devilishly pleasurable way.
“God, I never thought that…”
Darana breaks the kiss abruptly, leaving a thread of saliva glistening in the dim light, and suddenly her lips leave a trail of fire down my throat, biting the line of my collarbone, licking the sensitive skin that pulses strongly where my neck meets my shoulder.
My hands slide down her back, tracing the perfect curve of her spine, scratching the skin of her shoulder blades as I writhe beneath her.
I feel her firm breasts brushing against mine with every movement.
The contact of our nipples as they brush against each other sends an electric shock straight down to my sex.
I’m soaking wet. I know it, I can feel it—the desire I feel for this woman soaks between my thighs, like a hot spring begging for someone to dive right in.
“Darana…” I moan, arching my back, giving her my body completely as she moves even lower, seeking out my breasts with a hunger that makes me lose my senses.
She captures one of my nipples between her lips, sucking on it as she wrings a scream from me that gets lost in the ceiling beams. She bites it gently, teasing it with the tip of her tongue until it’s hard as a rock, while her hand travels down my belly, caressing the skin that contracts violently in its wake.
Her touch is pure dynamite, damn it. Just as alluring as the danger of a storm.
Darana keeps going down, until her fingers find my most intimate spot.
When her fingers break through the barrier and sink into my wetness, I swear the world stops.
“Damn, you’re on fire, Camila,” she whispers against my skin, and I feel the brush of her hot breath just before she slides her fingers inside me.
The impact makes me lose my mind. I let out a sharp moan, digging my nails into her shoulders as she begins to move inside me.
Her fingers know the way perfectly; they slide in and out with a relentless, hard, wild rhythm, searching for the exact angle that makes me climb the walls.
The touch of her fingers fills me completely, but at the same time creates an unbearable emptiness that makes me crave more—much more.
Because this isn’t enough for me. Suddenly, Darana Calloway has become a drug I didn’t know I needed.
I writhe on the straw, my hips following the wild sway of her hand.
Darana uses her thumb with perverse mastery, pressing and moving in circles over my clitoris, turning every thrust of her fingers inside me into delicious torture.
I’m about to explode; I can feel it in the tension in my thighs, in the way my fingers dig into the hay, tearing at the blades of grass as I desperately seek my climax.
“Look at me,” she commands. “Look at me when you come.”
I barely manage to open my eyes, my vision clouded by the built-up pleasure.
A flash of lightning illuminates the hayloft for three seconds, and I fix my gaze on her focused expression, her parted lips, and that look that now possesses me.
It’s such a powerful sight that the ground gives way beneath my feet.
The orgasm hits me. My muscles contract tightly around her fingers, trapping them in a series of spasms that make me scream her name.
My whole body shakes, my back arched, suspended in a limbo of pleasure that floods my very core.
Darana doesn’t stop; she stays there, thrusting hard, savoring the moment, sinking deeper into my climax until she leaves me completely trembling and gasping on this makeshift mattress.
I’m breathing as if I’d just escaped drowning, my chest rising and falling at a frantic pace.
Darana leans over me and kisses me again, as if she hadn’t had enough.
And I realize it—from the tension in her body, the way her own intimacy seeks contact with my thigh.
Darana turns, lying on her back on the hay and pulling me down with her by my wrists.
Now I’m the one on top, straddling her body.
Her legs part for me, inviting me to enter that sanctuary of flesh and desire.
I look down at her, my hair falling across my face and my breath coming in gasps. I feel her wetness brushing against mine—a mind-blowing contact that only makes sense in this universe where the laws of physics have gone to hell.
“I’m not going to let you leave here without feeling me, Calloway,” I warn her, with a cheeky smile.
I don’t wait for her to say anything. I slide down, sinking between her legs without hesitation. I spread her thighs, burying my hands in the firm flesh of her buttocks to lift her hips toward me. Darana lets out a snort of surprise that turns into a moan the moment my tongue finds her clitoris.
God, she’s delicious. She tastes of the countryside, and of a delicious storm.
I devour her with savage hunger, mirroring the urgency with which she’d treated me earlier.
My tongue moves in rapid, electric, concentric circles as I slide two fingers inside her, searching for the depths of her sex.
Immediately, Darana’s muscles tense, and she begins to thrust her hips against my mouth, begging for that climax that has her teetering on the edge of the abyss.
“Camila… more, please!” she screams, completely losing her composure, shedding that facade of an indestructible mistress. “Damn it, don’t stop!”
I pick up the pace of my fingers, thrusting in and out with rhythmic intensity. My tongue gives her no respite, sucking on her clitoris. Her hands grab my hair in desperation, pulling me toward her crotch, burying my face in her hot, wet intimacy.
Darana arches her whole body, her legs stiff, as a brutal flash of lightning once again bathes the room in blue.
“I’m coming, Camila… I’m coming!” she suddenly cries out.
Her orgasm hits like a wild flood, drenching my fingers in a burning surge. Darana arches her back and lets out a scream that dissolves into the roar of the storm outside.
I stay down there for a few seconds, savoring the aftermath of her storm, letting her relax before climbing up and lying down beside her.
The heat we give off is enough to melt anything around us. Darana pulls me close to her chest, and I bury my face in her neck, listening to the frantic beating of her heart as it gradually finds its calm.
We’ve emptied ourselves, united by an invisible bond I hadn’t seen until now.
Her hand gently caresses my back, and suddenly, everything begins to transform.
Darkness reclaims the loft, and the sensation on my skin slowly fades, leaving me with the taste of her lips seared into my memory before I wake up.