He growled beneath his breath, driving two fingers inside me as he wrapped his arm around my hips, holding me steady.
“Tent, Ren.” I stumbled backward, wanting so much to continue what he was doing but quickly losing my eye sight to galaxies and shooting stars the longer he stroked me.
Ripping his fingers from me, he spun me around and pushed my back. “Get in.”
As I tripped forward, he stole the condom box from my hand, fisted a single one, and tossed the rest to the side.
Slick sweat sprouted over my skin, full of needle pricks of anticipation as I ducked under the awning, and Ren followed me inside, almost as if he were as dazed as me.
Our sleeping bags were unzipped and ready to cocoon us.
“Lie down, Della.”
Ren’s command was full of wood smoke and kindling. “Now.”
I had a physical reaction to him commanding me—a rippling squeeze of pure lust from my heart to my core.
Flopping onto my back, I looked up as he kneeled above me, his cock jutting out, his eyes wild as the feral cats we’d seen stalking us for our scraps.
“Open your legs.” Ren sucked in a breath, biting his bottom lip when I did as he asked. He was as naked as a heaven-sent prince ready to corrupt me.
I didn’t care I was exposed to him. I didn’t care we hadn’t fully cleared the air. All I cared about was Ren and the clawing hunger rapidly filling the tent with hailing fury.
“What am I going to do with you, my dear Little Ribbon?” Opening the foil packet, he plucked out the slippery condom and, without tearing his gaze from mine, rolled it down his impressive length before squeezing the base and hissing between his teeth. “You’ve seen me at my worst, my sickest, my angriest, and my saddest. But you haven’t seen me when I’m so fucking hard I have no control.” Letting himself go, he crawled toward me, settled between my legs, and bowed until his mouth hovered just above my core.
Every muscle in my body locked.
He smiled; his lips swollen from prior kisses, and his jaw covered with dark stubble. “No one has because no one has pushed me as much as you do. I’m weak against you, Della.”
I licked my lips, loving his honesty. I was jealous of his past lovers, but I pitied them too because Ren never gave them what he was giving me. He wasn’t just giving me his body; he was giving me his life, heart, mind, breath, and soul. He was giving me everything, and I took, took, took. I took all of him because he’d already taken all of me.
“You made me,” I breathed. “I only exist because of you.”
“No, you exist because the universe knew a ten-year-old kid with nine fingers and hate in his heart was lonely.”
I cried out as his tongue licked me for the first time, stealing language, maths, history, and every other knowledge I possessed, leaving me empty apart from one thought. “Ren.”
“Enough talking.” His whipping whisper came just before his mouth sealed over me.
He didn’t ease me into this new sensation. He didn’t test and probe. He dined on me. He devoured me. He drove two fingers inside me all while his teeth nipped my clit, and the burning heat of his mouth never stopped.
I didn’t stand a chance.
I had no control over the typhoon swirling and building, sucking up debris, cleansing my heart from all its maybes and uncertainties and blowing them around, focusing the eye of the storm into my belly.
Up and up, I flew.
Tighter and tighter, I gathered.
And when his voice shared his tongue, spearing into me and murmuring against my searing flesh, he smashed the old Della apart and gave this new one wings. “Remember that wish—” Plunge, lick, bite “—you made when you were five years old?” Twist, tease, nibble. “At the diner with the cupcakes?” Thrust, consume, worship. “Answer me, Della.”
I shivered, unable to talk but desperate to reply. I nodded. I remembered, or at least I remembered the stories he’d told me. “I wished for us to never be apart. For you to take me everywhere.”
“I’m ready to ensure that wish comes true.” He licked me again. And again. “You’re mine, Della Wild. I’m going to take you places you’ve never been. Starting with making you come on my face.”
The crude snap, the dirty vow, the darkness of his voice—they all added matches to the swirling wind inside me.
His mouth settled over my core again as his tongue laved and fingers hooked and those tiny flying matches inside turned into a spark, a flame, a roaring fireball that took me with no warning.
“Oh—” It was the only word I knew as Ren dug fingers into my thighs, holding me down and wide as he gave me no safety, no sanctuary, no reprieve from the torture he brought between my legs.