She bobs up from the water for a split second before going under again. I head for that spot and find part of the rope that must’ve gotten caught up in the rocks. I use it to haul her back to the surface.
“Bree. Bree, open your eyes.”
It’s hard keeping us both afloat while the surf insists on knocking us against the rocks. The stone scrapes against my body and stings like hell, but nothing matters as much as the girl in my arms, the girl who’s unconscious. Her head lolls on my shoulder as I tread water desperately while pulling with all my might on the rope, hoping to break it or cut it on the jagged rocks. Whatever it takes.
Finally, the friction is enough to cut through partway, and I roar from the effort of giving one last pull. It breaks and we go under for a second, but I kick back to the surface with Bree against my chest.
“It’d be nice if you could help me a little.” I’m already tiring from racing after her. Now I have to get us out of the deep, rough water. I feel it pulling at my feet and know we must be on the edges of a current. “You owe me for this.”
It’s a struggle to make any headway, but slowly, inch by inch, I swim away from the cliff. The water calms again and I could cry with relief and exhaustion as I hook an arm around Bree’s chin and haul her in with me.
We reach the shore and I lay her out on the sand. Her hair fans out around her head in wet snarls. “Bree. Wake up.” I take her face in my hands, lying halfway on top of her, too tired to move. “Wake up, damn it.” I slap her cheek in desperation, hard enough to make my palm sting.
But it does the trick. Her eyes fly open and she coughs. She’s alive. I can’t remember the last time I thanked or even thought about God, but I’m doing both now. Thank God, thank God she’s alive.
She’s also the reason we could’ve both drowned.
My body goes hot all over, hot with outrage and the triumph of cheating death. I know this feeling well. I’ve brushed against death enough times. It’s exhilarating.
It makes a person want to fuck.
Her eyes slide shut once the coughing stops, but they open wide again when my hands glide over her dripping skin. “What are you doing?”
I answer by lowering my head and taking one tight pink nipple into my mouth. Her fingers tangle in my hair and I don’t know whether she wants me to stop or wants me to suck harder.
“Sebastian…” She beats weakly at my shoulder with her other hand, which I take hold of and wrap around my rigid cock. “Oh, my God,” she breathes.
“I saved your life again.” I thrust my hips, fucking her hand. “I risked my life for you.” I suck her other nipple, pulling it between my teeth before biting down.
Her back arches, and she lets out a moan while her thumb strokes the underside of my shaft.
She’s not submitting. She’s participating. Like she wants this, wants me.
I was almost too exhausted to make it to shore a few minutes ago. Now nothing short of a bullet to the brain could stop me as I claim her with my mouth, lapping at her throat before scraping my teeth along her shoulder, swirling my tongue around the hollow above her collarbone before licking my way down her chest, her stomach, to the insides of her thighs.
She writhes under me even though she turns her face away, eyes closed tight.
“Look at me.” When she only squeezes tighter, I take her jaw in one hand and turn it toward me, squeezing until she lets out a pained squeal. “Look at me, Bree.”
She does, and in the sunlight her eyes are as transfixing as the water from which we just emerged. I escaped drowning but could drown now, staring into these two blue pools. My heart stands still for an instant while I loosen my grip on her, smoothing hair away from her forehead, her cheeks. Nothing in all the history of the world has ever been as perfect, as precious.
“Sebastian?” It’s a whisper, a question, a plea.
I silence all three by crushing my mouth against hers, invading her with my tongue. She tangles her fingers in my hair, moaning as our tongues clash, and I shove her thighs open with my knee. Instead of fighting me, she wraps her legs around my hips and draws me in.
I find her entrance, hot and wet, and sink inside her with a groan. She gasps, going stiff under me as I drive my way into her tight tunnel.
“Relax,” I grunt against her mouth, my lips still touching hers. When I brush the tip of my tongue over them, she shudders with a sigh.
I pull back and plunge in again, driving her into the sand. I can’t hold back. I can’t take it slow. I need to have her and have her now. My body knows what it needs and I give in. No thinking. No planning. No questioning what happens after this.
Her legs only tighten, heels digging into my ass like her nails dig into my shoulders and scratch their way down my arms. “Yes… fuck me…”
I almost lose it, but hold on, groaning through it until the urge passes. Now that I’m inside her, it’s the only place I want to be. I could do this forever, held by her tight, slick walls, by her legs, by her arms. There’s nothing in the world but her, but us on this beach.
She pulls on my hair, gasping every time our bodies crash together. “I’m… gonna… come…” Her hips buck in a frenzy, clit rubbing against my base, and I barely hold on long enough to carry her through her orgasm. She clenches tight around me, muscles rippling as her pussy tries to drain my cock.
“That’s right.” I grind against her now, relishing every inch of her, every sensation. “You can’t help but come on my cock. You can’t help but come for me.” She arches against me, purring, while her hips move in time with mine. Greedy girl.