"Yeah," she gasps, breaking the kiss. Her own jacket is discarded like a forgotten thing on the floor. She tugs at the hem of her wool sweater, pulls it over her head. Her breasts swell above the dark blue bra, the skin flushed. Her gaze locks on mine, dark and unyielding. "Need to feel you, Cassian. Now."
My control splinters. I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist, her core grinding against the thick bulge trapped in my jeans.
I carry her the few steps to the wide bunk built against the wall. Her fingertips scrape down my back as I lower her. My mouth descends to her throat, tasting the frantic pulse point there.
I bite, not breaking skin but pressing hard enough to make her gasp, arch her back off the thin mattress. Possessiveness roars through me, warring with the ingrained fear of hurting her. I shift lower, dragging my teeth across the slope of her breast, feeling the pebbled peak against my tongue through the lace. My hands are shaking as I cup her breast, freeing her to my mouth.
"Cassian," she whispers, her hand tangling in my hair, holding me to her. "Don't hold back."
My restraint is a fraying thread. I strip her jeans down, revealing the damp center of her panties. A groan rips from my throat. I kiss down her stomach, hooking my fingers in the sides of her panties, pulling them off slowly. She spreads her legs, an open invitation. The scent of her arousal, warm and musky, fills the small space.
My tongue finds her clit, already swollen and hard. She cries out, her hips jerking.
"God, yes! Like that!" Her words dissolve into panting gasps.
I feast on her, using lips and tongue and the edge of my teeth with impossible restraint, driven wild by her taste and thesounds she makes. I curl two fingers inside her hot, wet cunt, finding the ridge that draws a strangled sob from her throat. Her thighs clamp around my head, trembling. Her climax crashes over her suddenly, a silent scream shaking her body.
I surge up her body, my own need a wildfire. I shed my remaining clothes, my cock springing free, thick and hard. Angie watches me, chest heaving, eyes dark and wild. She reaches out, wraps her hand around my length. A rough growl erupts from my chest.
I sink into her in one powerful thrust. Home. She clenches around me instantly, impossibly tight and wet. I gather her closer, fully sheathed, face buried in the curve of her neck, breathing her in. We still for a heartbeat, then move.
It’s relentless. Not gentle, but profound. Her nails score my shoulders as I withdraw slowly, plunge deep again. Again.
Our bodies find a furious rhythm born of need and relief. Every thrust resonates through the rough-hewn bunk. She meets me stroke for stroke, her heels digging into the backs of my thighs, urging me deeper, faster.
I feel the scrape of her teeth on my shoulder. Pleasure coils tightly in my gut, building with each plunge into her perfect heat. My fingers grip her hip, another hand braced against the log beside her head. Our breaths mingle, gasping, ragged, lost to each other only. Closer. Always closer.
Her soft whimpers become a litany of my name. My world narrows to the pounding rhythm of our bodies, the sweat slick between us, the fierce grip of her pussy.
I press my forehead to hers. Her breath is hot, her skin damp against mine. The need for release hammers through me, a relentless drumbeat echoed in every frantic thrust. We are somewhere beyond words, connected only by the straining muscle and sweat and the raw pulse where we join. She twistsbeneath me, gasping, the sound broken and perfect in my ear. Almost there.
Her mouth finds my ear, her whisper cutting through the roaring pulse of our joining. "Not afraid. Cassian... not of you," she breathes, her words hitching on a gasp as I sink impossibly deep. "Not the bear. Not the man."
My arms wrap around Angie’s waist, hoisting her up effortlessly as I shift back against the log wall, settling on the bunk with a groan of protest from old timber.
She gasps, thighs clamping around my hips as gravity sinks her deeper onto my cock, stretching her as I fill her to the hilt. Her breath hitches, warm against my neck.
“Oh—oh, right there, Cassian?—”
I grasp her hips, anchoring her as she rocks forward, grinding her wet heat down against me. Every movement drags a low sound from my chest, something feral and strained.
She braces her palms flat against the wood panel behind me, fingertips curling. Her dark curls sway with her rhythm. The tight, slick clench of her pussy milks my cock with each shallow grind.
She throws her head back. “Touch me. Please.” The plea shatters what’s left of my control. One hand snakes up her spine, tangling in her hair, drawing her forehead to mine while the other circles her clit. She moans, ragged and open-mouthed.
"Fuck, yes—" Her hips lose their slow roll, driving down faster, harder. I meet every thrust, pistoning upward in answer. The cabin fills with the slap of skin on skin, her soft cries, my raw gasps.
She trembles, her pussy fluttering wildly around my shaft. Her nails dig into my shoulders. "Cassian—I'm... I'm close?—"
I slide my thumb harder against her slick bud. "Then come on me. Take it." My voice cracks like ice underfoot.
Her climax tears through her, a silent scream shaping her lips. Her cunt spasms, clutching, pulling me deeper as shudders ripple through her. She collapses onto my chest, shuddering, whispering my name like a prayer against my skin.
The sight undoes me. I wrap both arms around her, crushing her to me as my own release detonates in a blinding wave that locks my spine and empties me into her heat.
The pulse of my cock echoes her tremors. I groan, grip tightening as I spill everything: the longing, the fear, the sharp, full ache of being hers.
She kisses my jaw, breath warm and unsteady. “Hey.” Her arms circle my neck. We’re both slick with sweat, breathing ragged into the charged silence.
