Intro:
Two young couples go into the woods for camping, read as they get down dirty in the deep dark woods;
Bianca P.O.V.
A loud thump echoed beside her, and the ground she was on shuddered from the force of the impact. She jumped, whirling around as she strained to see through the impenetrable darkness. The touchlight had slipped from her hand, and she felt a little bit scared ...
There was a loud scrambling, she scurried backwards. Heavy, raspy breathing bounced off the stone rock she had rested on to catch her breath, and then a crash, as if something had run right into a wall.
Then she heard her boyfriend's voice hollering her name
"Bianca"Ray's hoarse voice echoed in the darkness.
"Where are you?
His voice became more desperate, and she sat up, trying to pinpoint where he was coming from.
"I'm here! Where are you?"
"Bianca!" He was almost screaming her name, his voice echoing, repeating his desperate call with an eerie frenetic energy.
"Ray!" She scrambled to her feet and started running blindly in his direction, her hands extended in front her searching because practically she could not see anything in the dark.
Something grabbed her ankle, and she screamed as she was yanked backwards. But it was Ray's hard body that she landed on, and relief rushed through her.
"Babe? You scared me"She whispered giggling..
He crushed her mouth in a kiss, a merciless assault that stripped her words and her breath. He yanked her beneath him, flooding her senses with kisses. His body was shaking violently with need and his shirt was drenched with sweat. His breath was harsh, shuddering gasps, as if he couldn't even get oxygen. His lips were cold on hers, his kisses almost clumsy in their desperation. His hands kept slipping over her hips as he tried to hold her still, as if he couldn't even summon enough control over his body to hold her.
She couldn't even finish her words, as he took her with another frantic kiss. His need for her was so frenzied and insane, that her heart broke for this big, strong man who was crumbling in her arms, asking her for strength, for help.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, kissing him back, offering all she had. His kisses grew in crazed energy, Frustration rolled through her.
Beneath his hands and his kiss, under his body, she felt herself come alive in response to his assault. It was more than desire and lust arising within her. It was the deepest need of her soul coming to life. An awakening for this man.
She knew it was dangerous to let herself succumb to him, but it didn't seem to matter. There was no way to resist how he called to her, how she wanted to respond. When he yanked up her shirt and took her breast in his mouth, she gasped and arched her back in the grass, unable to do anything but offer herself to the man falling apart in her arms.
With a low growl, Ray bit her nipple, and she gasped as hot waves of desire rushed through her. The same level of urgency that seemed to consume him flared to life inside her, driving her into his embrace and his kiss. The moment transformed instantly, from a one-sided desperate attempt at salvation, to two people burning with need so hot it seared their veins as they surrendered themselves to the passion exploding between them.
His hands were suddenly on her breasts, his mouth on her belly, his body burning with heat. Bianca couldn't get enough of his skin. She kept running her hands repeatedly over his bare chest, his chiseled stomach, and his hips.
"More," Ray whispered. "More."
"More," she agreed, catching her breath as he tore her jacket off and tossed her shirt aside on the grass, along with her bra. Cold air assaulted her as he descended on her, but the heat of his body ignited warmth that chased away the chills and sent intense waves of passion ricocheting through her.
The feel of his bare chest against hers was intoxicating, almost overwhelming her senses. So much flesh, so much life, so much intense connection. She gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into the muscle as he kissed his way down her body again. Not a kiss of an intentional, planned seduction. It was a wild assault on her senses, a primal claiming of her body.
She didn't even mind they were in the middle of nowhere in the woods having sex..
When he reached her jeans, there was no hesitation as he tore open the button and zipper. His mouth closed on her body even as he yanked her jeans over her hips, and she gasped at the invasion, barely aware of her pants sliding over her calves. Then they were gone, and he pulled back long enough to ditch his clothes. Then he was back between her thighs, kissing and touching, his body gloriously naked between her legs.
It was so dark, she still couldn't see him. All her senses were attuned to his touch, to the heat of his skin as she locked her legs around his shoulders, as his hands dug into her hips, holding her at his mercy while he teased her pussy with his mouth. He had her trapped, exactly as he wanted, but this time it wasn't scary. It was an incredible, indescribable moment of perfection and safety, of passion and fire, of the formation of a bond between a man and a woman that could never be severed.
"I need you," he rasped as he lurched upward and caught her mouth in a kiss so urgent it was almost violent.
He didn't wait for an answer. He simply inserted his knee between hers and moved her thighs apart. Bianca inhaled sharply, knowing what was next. Her body tensed in anticipation, aching for his invasion, desperate for him to finish what he'd begun and to bind them together forever.
He moved his hips, pressing against her entrance. He slid his hand beneath her head, cradling her from beneath them. "Now."
"Now," she whispered.
He thrust deep, so deep that her body seemed to come apart in his arms as it accepted him completely, shifting and morphing to accommodate him. He went still, holding his position deep inside her, his breath coming in violent rasps. His body was still trembling, his back was slick with fresh sweat, but as their bodies adjusted to each other, Bianca felt a tremendous shudder echo through his body.
"My dear angel," he whispered into her mouth.
The depth of his reverence brought tears to her eyes, but a part of her heart ached for what he hadn't said. "I don't want to be your angel right now," she said. "Just your woman."
He kissed her again, so deeply it seemed to go right to her soul that was crying out for more. She needed to hear him say her name, to have him acknowledge that the respite he was seeking from her wasn't simply because he needed an angel, any angel. She wanted to hear her name on his lips, to know that he was with her, and her alone.
But he said nothing as he began to move his hips, sliding out of her with agonizing denial of what she wanted, and then thrusting deep, stirring her into a frenzy of sensual passion so intense that she stopped caring about him using her name. The name didn't matter, not when the connection between them was so intense that it was imprinting upon her very soul, cutting through the years of scarring and opening her heart in a way that should have terrified her. The strength of his arms, the passion of his kisses, and the electricity of their love-making were so powerful that there was no room for fear. Just complete and utter commitment to the bond between them.
He drove deep again, and suddenly her body exploded in a cascade of fireworks so powerful she felt as if her soul had been ripped from her body and thrust into the whirling firestorm that lived within him. His spirit met hers as his body bowed and a shout tore from his throat. The winds seemed to whip through their very spirits, swirling them into a world of fire and passion and light and hope. It was as if everything she'd never dared reach for had suddenly been thrust into her grasp for the taking.
Ray's arms tightened around her, holding her close as their bodies bowed under the strength of the climax, as if the only thing holding them together was his physical strength and sheer force of will...which meant that when his will changed, there would be nothing left to hold them together.
Tears fell from her eyes even before the orgasm released him, depositing them back into their bodies, into the reality of their situation and lives.
Ray buried his face in his neck, shocked by the tremors still racking his body, by the intensity of what had happened between them.