Page 3 of Enemy of the Heart

Inside Lou is the place I want to live and die. She’s already crawled into my chest, taking up permanent residence there, and I want our bodies connected at every chance.

Staring down at her, I devour her with my gaze, leaning down to brush a kiss on the head of the tattooed serpent poised to strike over her heart. She’s gorgeous spread out like this for me, her tight cunt squeezing the life out of me as I glide in and out of her.

While this environment isn’t conducive to having her the way I truly desire, I toss one of her legs over my shoulder so I can drive in deeper and harder. She claws at the tree roots above her head with her unbroken fingers, tossing her head from side to side on the forest floor as I assault her pussy. Her heel digs into my shoulder blade while the other presses against my kidney while she writhes beneath me.

Her guttural scream resonates like sex and sin rolled into one, and I clamp a hand over her mouth to keep her from giving away our location. Thankfully, it’s early enough that likely no one will be around to hear us. I slap her pussy hard, my blow landing directly on her clit, spurred on by the noises exploding from her.

Fluent in the language of brutality, Lou gave me permission to speak it into existence. It’s a method of communication few understand, but we do. Violence thrums through our veins, swims in our bone marrow, consumes us. Her endorsement to unleash myself was the greatest gift I’ve been given. “Sean, more…ah, more,” she garbles against my palm.

I power into her tight cunt harder before reaching up and squeezing her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples until she shrieks into my palm.

“You were made to be fucked by me.”

We were made for each other.

As my orgasm builds, spreading out from my chest until it seizes even my toes, I attempt to memorize every second of this: our skin damp from the humidity and exertion, the leaves embedded in her hair that’s coming loose from its braid, my huge hand likely leaving bruises on her body.

Moving a hand down to her clit, I stroke her until she falls apart with a squeal of ecstasy. As she squeezes the life out of my cock, I dig my fingers into her flesh and fuck her through her release.

“Goddamn, Lou, you’re so perfect.”

Louhi

The roar of the Pacific Ocean floods my mind as my orgasm billows through my body like a boulder cast into a placid lake, the ripples radiating through every nerve ending. I’ve just begun to come down from my high when Sean pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, kneeling between my legs.

Some of my fingers are still broken, a few of my toenails are missing, and the stitched wounds from the slow slicing I endured ache and pull, and I might need a skin graft for the burned spot on my forearm. None of that includes whatever vile bacteria lurks within my flesh. I feel none of that; nothing but the appreciation I have for Sean. Cords of love and trust twine themselves around our hearts, tying us together.

My lips hitch as my cheek is pressed to the forest floor, and crunchy leaves dig into my skin. As I stretch my hand out over my head, my nipples wedge against the dirt, scraping at the rough tree roots. My whimper is remarkably similar to that of a predatory cat.

There’s a sudden spark of electricity as Sean’s hand slams across the globe of my arse. He snatches a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back farther than is comfortable as he rams into me again, hitting the spot inside of me that makes my legs quake and my brain combust.

When he pitches forward, I moan, and he tightens his hold on my hair. “You like it when I remind your body who owns you, don’t you, baby?”

My eyes roll straight to the back of my skull, his name falling from my parted lips as he grunts through gritted teeth, “That’s right, it’s me that you belong to.”

Sean has always known what I needed, what I craved, and even amid the umbrage and verdure, his violent aura surrounds me. His hand snakes around and pinches my nipple painfully, and I clamp down on his dick as he pistons his hips roughly, deliciously.

The ocean of rapture claims me, sweeping me out to sea where I empty my brain, convulsing as slick sweat speckles my back, and closing my eyes as I ride the wave of pleasure that only Sean can provide.

He tumbles into the same blissful waters a moment later, collapsing on my back as I sink into the dirt. Our breaths are ragged until we’ve both regained some semblance of composure.

Now that the haze of bliss has begun to fade, drips of trepidation begin to trickle back in over how we might escape this island. Just as the tension in my shoulders returns, Sean flicks my clit.

“Se-an,” I whine, dragging out his name, making him chuckle softly. I whine when he pulls out. Glancing back at him, I notice his dog tags dangling between his muscled pecs. His sharp gaze tracks me as I flip around to kneel in front of him.

Beefy hands land on my hips with a steadying ferocity, but he remains silent as I remove the chain and place it over my own head. They brush the inside of my breasts, the heat from his body having warmed the metal.

When I lift my chin, I’m met with his handsome face.

“I…I want to taste you,” I admit. I’m not ready for this to end. I want to exist in the place where escapes and futures don’t exist. There’s only now, the two of us alone in this tropical forest.

One of his ash-brown eyebrows arches, the corner of his lips hitching. “Yeah, baby? What part of me do you want?”

“Feed me your cock.”

Rising to his full, imposing height, he moves around me like a wolf assessing his wounded victim, stopping less than a meter away. “Come get what you want.”

My stomach twists, and I lick my lips as his impressive erection tempts me like the most decadent dessert. Still on my hands and knees, I add a flare to my swaying arse as I slink toward him. At his feet, I sit back on my heels and adopt a submissive pose that we’re both aware is an act.