But there, in my private waterfall, I made love to this girl.
Time lost all meaning as we rocked and grinded. Her legs wrapped around mine, her hips answering mine in an ancient language we’d both begun to understand.
A language that belonged entirely to us, deciphered only when our hearts accepted what this disaster of a bond meant.
I was falling for her.
Fuck.
I kissed her harder. I bit her. I crawled deeper into her. And she responded to my violence with her own. Her teeth punctured my bottom lip, her hips arching into mine.
And the elixir allowed me to savour this moment, to live on that precipice of plummeting and pausing, surrounded by shards of pleasure, fully aware how excruciatingly brutal the release would be.
We kissed.
We fucked.
And when I fell off that precipice, we fell together—groaning, moaning, clawing, biting—doing our best to break each other apart.
Chapter Three
SULLY JERKED IN MY arms, groaning with agony as his orgasm bled him dry.
The waterfall splashed and sparkled, pounding into the deep blue pool. Heavy trees full of vines and flowers, misty rainbows, jewelled butterflies, tree frogs on leaves, and insects flittering in spiels of golden sunlight.
I could be forgiven for thinking this was heaven.
It was the most beautiful place I’d ever seen.
Yet it had almost become a graveyard.
My heart lurched with remaining panic. If I hadn’t sprinted after Sully. If I hadn’t arrived just in time to see him collapse into the water and vanish beneath the surface…he’d be dead right now.
He would be dead because of me.
Because I’d drugged him, broke him, reduced him to a single vocation.
I clutched him to me, shivering as his head fell heavily on my chest. The crisp water kept us floating even in the shallows, my hair tickling my skin, the sensation of being sand-free a huge relief.
Sully’s mania quietened for a moment as his body buckled beneath the insane urges of procreation. His lips glided to my nipple, kissing my breast, ducking his mouth and nose underwater to lavish me with sweet affection.
“Don’t.” I cupped his chin and pulled him back into air. How did he still have energy to fuck me? He’d almost drowned.
His gaze couldn’t focus entirely on me, hazy then clear, smoky then lucid. I didn’t know if he saw me or a fantasy, but terrifying things glowed behind his exhaustion. Emotions that chiselled open my chest and stuck a dagger deep inside my heart.
Love.
Awe.
Possession.
The world fell away as our eyes locked, muting the waterfall, removing the pool, and placing us in pure nothingness while we stared.
No words were needed.
No sentences were powerful enough.
Our silence shouted the truth.
Somehow, this violence between us had brought about something as rare and as mythical as Sully’s Euphoria.
We’d fallen.
We’d crashed.
We lay at the bottom of a cliff, bruised and battered, broken and bloody, but instead of licking our wounds in private or hiding the depth of what’d happened, we lay in that broken jumble together.
His cock still filled me, a dark spear of lust and need. But his arms slowly embraced me with utmost tenderness. His head lowered, his eyes blazed, and when he kissed me, the gates of a new future smashed wide.
Love.
It had a flavour.
A texture.
A smell.
Love tasted metallic and fragrant, sweet and sour, spicy and forbidden. But it smelled of fresh rain and new beginnings, of shared lust and musk, of hard-earned truth.
I didn’t know how long we kissed.
Serenity didn’t exist with the shameless way Sully pinned my head to the stony shore and took everything he wanted from my mouth and body, but there was innocence, there was faith, there was softness.
His hips began to rock again, filling me, conquering me, begging me. My pussy grew wet with an entirely different version of need. This didn’t come from instinct or raw, basic desire. This came directly from my heart.
But I was also sore.
Internal bruises and swollen extremities made me tighter than normal, driving Sully from sweetness into savagery.
Water lapped and splashed as our gentle rock turned quick and questing. His teeth found my throat again, sinking sharp incisors into my flesh with no apology. He bit harder as his hips pistoned, but it was his endless groan that made me die.
I died in his arms as he thrust into me and came.
I didn’t know how many releases he’d had or how many he had to go before he passed out, but the ripple of his back and clench of his muscles seemed to drain him of everything he had left.
He died in my arms, and I died in his.
I just had to hope we’d both be reborn wiser when this was over.
His heart pounded against mine as he slowly withdrew and stood. Bending down, he offered me his hand, pulling me with impressive strength from the pool.
Without a word, we walked hand in hand, naked and soaking, down the pebbled pathway into the dense forest around his villa.