"Then let me give you something worth remembering."
She tugged at his shirt, and Alex helped her pull it over his head. Her hands immediately found his chest, fingers tracing familiar paths across his skin with an urgency that hadn't been there before.
This was different from the lazy morning sex they'd fallen into over the past week. Different from the explosive passion of that first time during the storm. This felt like a conversation they couldn't have with words—desperate and tender and achingly sad.
Alex flipped them, pressing her into the mattress, needing to feel her beneath him, needing to map every inch of her one more time. He kissed down her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, trying to commit every detail to memory.
When he took one nipple into his mouth, Lily's back arched off the bed, a moan escaping her lips that he feltin his bones.
"More," she demanded, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Oh God yessss?—“
He lavished attention on her other breast, then continued his descent, kissing across her stomach, feeling her muscles flutter beneath his lips. When he reached the waistband of her underwear, he didn't pause—just hooked his fingers in the lace and dragged it down her legs with a savage hunger he couldn’t contain.
She was gorgeous. Glistening and lush and already so wet for him. The sight made his mouth water the same way it had the first time, and every time since.
"Alex." Her voice was half warning, half plea. "Stop looking at me like that and—oh."
The rest of her sentence disappeared into a gasp as he lowered his head and tasted her.
She was sweet and musky and absolutely intoxicating. Alex groaned against her, the vibration making her hips buck. He held her steady with one hand on her stomach while his tongue explored her folds—not learning anymore, butworshipping. Showing her with his mouth what he couldn't say with words.
I love you, each stroke of his tongue confessed.I love you and I'm too much of a coward to tell you.
When he found her clit and sucked gently, Lily nearly came off the bed.
"Fuck, Alex, that's—yes, right there?—"
He built her up slowly, savoring every sound she made, every tremor that ran through her body. She was vocal in a way that still surprised and delighted him—the curated influencer persona completely absent as she begged for more, harder, faster.
When he slid two fingers inside her while his tongue continued its assault on her clit, she shattered with a cry that echoed off the cabin walls.
Alex worked her through it, gentling his touch as the waves of her orgasm rolled through her, only pulling back when she tugged weakly at his hair.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice wrecked. "Now."
He crawled up her body, and she kissed him deeply, moaning at the taste of herself on his lips. Her hands found the waistband of his shorts, shoving at them with uncoordinated urgency.
"These need to go. Immediately."
Alex kicked them off along with his boxers, and then there was nothing between them—just skin againstskin, heat against heat, his hard cock pressing against her slick center.
Lily reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, and Alex's vision went white at the edges.
"Jesus," he groaned, his hips jerking into her grip. "Lily?—"
"I need you," she breathed, positioning him at her entrance. "Inside me. Now."
He pressed forward, sinking into her in one smooth stroke, and they both groaned at the sensation. It should have felt familiar by now—he'd been inside her more times than he could count this past week—but somehow it still felt like coming home.
How am I supposed to give this up?
"Move," Lily demanded, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Alex, please?—"
He obliged, setting a rhythm that was slow at first, deliberate, each thrust a statement he couldn't make any other way. But the urgency built quickly, driven by desperation and the ticking clock they'd both been pretendingto ignore.
Soon Alex was moving faster, harder, Lily meeting him thrust for thrust.
Lily couldn’t speak, her mouth dropping open on a gasp.
