Faelan was entirely unprovoked. “I knew you when our eyes first met. Names don’t matter.”
Sure, a hookup so anonymous I could be anyone.
Except somehow, it didn’t feel like that. Not at all.
He brought his hand up, brushing a thumb over my chin in a way that was surprisingly tender. I couldn’t stop staring at him.For a split second, I forgot all the reasons this was crazy—the fact that I barely knew him, or that we were in the middle of a forest that seemed oddly quiet now.
He backed me into the nearest tree and I winced, expecting the bark to dig into my skin, but then realized it was padded with moss. I hadn’t noticed it before—then again, it was dark. And I was hardly paying attention to the trees, was I?
Faelan leaned in, close enough that his breath fluttered my hair. “Your heart is racing.”
I gave a shaky laugh that sounded nothing like me. “I wonder why.”
His mouth curved, slow and knowing. “You could leave.”
“I could,” I agreed. But I didn’t move.
His gaze flickered over my face, eyes burning feral green in the darkness. “But you won’t. You’re special.”
Heat flared in my cheeks at the way he said it. I felt him shift his weight, and his arm slipped around my waist. My skin tingled wherever he touched, like I was waking up to some new sense of awareness. A flutter of panic mingled with a pulse of excitement, both battling for the upper hand.
He dipped his head, and this time the kiss came slower, deeper. There was a confidence in it that nearly unraveled me. The scent of wet leaves and night air filled my senses as I melted against him. I fought to stay grounded, but he was pulling me under, making me forget how to think straight.
His hands skimmed my waist, slow and deliberate, as he guided me down. “You don’t have to hold yourself up. Let the land take you,” he murmured.
Instead of hard earth, I landed on a bed of leaves, as thick and plush as a pile of cushions. Was I imagining things? The forest floor in this part of the woods had been rough and uneven and littered with stones—I was sure of it.
Yet there I was, sprawled on a carpet of fallen foliage as soft as a mattress, and nowhere near as squeaky. Maybe the dim light was playing tricks on me. Maybe everything felt dreamlike because I was half out of my mind with adrenaline and need.
Either way, I didn’t fight it. My back pressed into the leaves as he lowered himself on top of me.
Faelan's hands were sure as he stripped away my clothes. I should’ve been besieged by mosquitoes and covered in goosebumps. But somehow, I wasn’t.
His gaze dragged over me, slow and deliberate. “You belong like this,” he said in a raw, primal voice.
He rose then, towering over me, his silhouette blocking out the moon. He shrugged out of his rough linen clothes and stood before me, naked and unashamed, and I couldn’t look away. His body was a landscape of muscled planes and shadows, and his cock? It was….
A lot.
Not only was it huge and gloriously hard, but even by the moonlight, I could see it was wound around with veins so thick it was practically ribbed. Turgid—the word floated to my consciousness from a forbidden romance novel teenage-me had snuck from my aunt’s bookshelf. A ridiculous word, I’d once thought. But not anymore.
He knelt between my legs, the sheer width of his muscular quads spreading my thighs wide. His fingers trailed up my inner thigh, and I trembled, my body aching with need as he sank a finger inside me. “I could drown in you.”
No one had ever told me something that hot. Never.
His broad finger was slick as he stroked my folds with my own arousal.
Once I was quivering with want, Faelan lowered himself over me and lined up his stiff cock, the thick head pressing against my entrance. I squirmed eagerly, and my breath hitched inanticipation. He pushed in, slow and steady, his gaze locked onto mine. The raw, green earthiness of the forest engulfed us, as if the world itself was urging us on.
He was almost too big, stretching me to the limit, and I felt every last distended vein in his shaft…but I was so turned on it didn’t matter. My body put up a token resistance–but it was hungry with the need to be filled.
Faelan’s gaze locked onto mine, his eyes glowing like green flames in the night. He pushed deeper, inch by girthy inch, and I gasped as my body stretched to accommodate him. It was a raw, primal ache that bordered on too much. But it was glorious too, a fierce pleasure that coursed through every nerve ending.
“Breathe,” he murmured. His voice was a low rumble that vibrated straight through me.
I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath. I exhaled slowly, trying to relax into the sensation. He planted his knees harder, splaying my legs wider still as he filled me completely. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I gripped him as if the ground itself might fall away without him.
Our foreheads touched and his eyes blurred. “You feel like the earth after a storm,” he whispered, and his voice was rough with desire. “Wet and warm and alive.”
