I couldn’t respond, couldn’t even form words. All I could do wasfeel—the hard press of his body against mine, the throb of him inside me, the night air cool against my heated skin. The forest seemed to hold its breath with us, the rustle of leaves and distant calls of nocturnal creatures fading into a hushed silence.
He pushed into me with purpose, and every movement claimed me as if I had always been his. I met his gaze and couldn’t look away. I could only lose myself in the rhythm he carved into me.
Somehow, eventually, the too-muchness ebbed, replaced by a building pleasure that coiled tight in my core. Each thrustsent waves of sensation through me, and each withdrawal was a sweet torment that left me craving more. I arched into him, urging him deeper, harder.
His eyes never moved from mine, holding me captive in their green depths. There was a feral intensity in his gaze that should have terrified me. But it didn’t. It called to something untamed within me that I hadn’t known existed.
“God, you feel…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. My words dissolved into a moan.
Faelan didn’t respond with speech. Instead, he found his rhythm. It built and built until I thought I might shatter.
I clung to him harder. His skin was hot, feverish, and I could feel the muscles shifting beneath my touch. He lowered his lips to mine and claimed me with a fierce, demanding kiss.
The pleasure crested, and I came, crying out into his mouth as my channel convulsed around him. But Faelan didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, his rhythm unbroken, driving me higher and higher. It was nearly too much, and I tried to squirm away, but I was pinned under his delicious bulk. And soon enough, I was squirming for an entirely different reason. Somehow, I came again, the second orgasm barreling over me like a bulldozer churning up earth.
Still, his rhythm didn’t ebb.
My vision blurred and the forest spun around me. All I could see, all I could feel, was Faelan—his body, his heat, his relentless thrusts. I was winding up for yet another peak—or maybe I hadn’t finished cresting the second one. No idea. I was making sounds like a wild animal now, and my cries echoed through the trees as my body shook with the force of my orgasm.
Only then did Faelan slow, his thrusts going deeper, more deliberate. He rumbled a low, guttural sound that seemed to resonate through the very earth beneath us. His body shuddered, and he came, his cock pulsing inside me.
He dropped his forehead to mine, both of us breathing hard, caught between what had just happened and what it might mean. I felt stripped down—not simply naked, but known. If he had told me to run, I wouldn’t have. I wasn’t sure I could anymore.
For a long while, we lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling. The forest was silent, as if it was holding its breath. And in that moment, I sensed something—a connection, deep and profound, to the natural world surrounding me. To Faelan. To everything.
The night settled around us. My pulse had slowed, but my skin still hummed with the weight of what we’d done. The forest felt different now—softer, deeper, like it had swallowed me whole.
Faelan lay beside me, one arm bent behind his head, watching the stars. He’d picked up some tiny leaves in his beard and he should have looked ridiculous, but the only thing I found myself thinking was how badly I wished we could stay like this forever.
Then—a buzz.
Not an insect—an electronic device. Faint at first, then another, muffled under the pile of my discarded clothes.
Faelan turned toward me, gaze steady, knowing. “The modern world never lets its hands off its own. No matter how far you run, it finds a way to whisper in your ear.”
I swallowed. “Let it whisper.”
Another buzz.
And then again.
Great. My phone picked that very moment to get a clear signal again? I clenched my jaw and ignored it. Whatever it was, it could wait. But then my ringtone sliced through the quiet…and a warning thudded somewhere deep inside me.
Myworkringtone.
Not a text. Not an email.A call.And my boss never called unless the world was burning down. And even then, he’d have someone else make the callforhim.
The air around me suddenly felt more fragile. The soft warmth of moments ago—how Faelan had held me, wrecked me, made me forget everything beyond this place—was already slipping away.
Faelan still hadn’t moved, but his presence shifted. He watched me the way the trees did, with the weight of something too old to be surprised, but too knowing to be indifferent.
I let the damn thing ring.
It stopped.
I exhaled, shoulders easing—
Then it rang again.
