Chapter 2: Rough Waters
Rae’s face was buried deep in the crushed velvet of a pillow that smelled faintly of dust and Colt’s sweat. Her ass was high, sharply angled, presented to him like an offering on the massive, dark wood bed. One of Colt’s calloused hands gripped her hip bone hard enough to bruise, the rough pad of his thumb digging into the soft flesh of her lower back. His other hand was a white-knuckled claw on the intricately carved headboard, steadying himself as he drove into her with a force that stole her breath and made her scream into the muffling fabric.
“Take it,” he snarled, his voice thick and ragged, stripped raw by lust. His hips pistoned, each powerful slam sending shockwaves through her body. “Take every fuckin’ inch, you filthy little slut. Give me that tight cunt.” His cock, thick and unyielding, stretched her unbearably with every brutal thrust, plunging deep before withdrawing almost completely, only to slam home again. The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin echoed in the high-ceilinged room, louder than the soft crackle of the single candle flickering on the nightstand. Its light cast monstrous, leaping shadows on the walls, dancing over heavy tapestries and dark wood.
Rae clawed at the pillowcase, a desperate counterpoint to the unrelenting rhythm tearing her apart. The air was dense, thick with the cloying sweetness of jasmine from a dried arrangement somewhere and the acrid, animal scent of their sweat and sex. She could feel the sweat beading on Colt’s back, dripping onto her own skin where he pressed against her. Her back still stung faintly from the abrasions of the stable wall hours earlier, a phantom ache beneath the fresh, overwhelming assault.
He shifted, releasing the headboard for a moment to plant that hand beside her head, caging her in. His body dropped lower, increasing the angle, driving himself impossibly deeper. The sudden shift, the sheer depth of penetration, wrenched a ragged sob from her throat. “Fuck! Colt! Too… too deep!”
“Deep is where you need it, princess,” he growled against the shell of her ear, his breath scalding. His hips snapped forward again, a punishing stroke that hit the very end of her. “Deep is where you fuckin’ beg for it. Ain’t that right?” His hand on her hip slid forward, fingers delving through the damp curls at the apex of her thighs, finding her swollen clit. He pressed down with two calloused fingers, rubbing hard, fast circles against the hypersensitive nub even as his cock continued its relentless pounding inside her.
The double assault was devastating. Pleasure, sharp and electric, detonated low in her belly, colliding violently with the overwhelming fullness, the bruising force of his possession. Rae’s vision blurred. Her scream dissolved into a choked, guttural moan as her body clamped down on him in a fierce, involuntary spasm. She came hard, her inner muscles fluttering and clenching around his invading thickness in frantic waves. Her hips bucked wildly against his hand, against the driving force of his cock, seeking more, deeper, harder even as she shattered.
Feeling her convulse around him, Colt let out a feral groan. “That’s it… fuck yes… milk it…” His thrusts became shorter, harder, losing rhythm, becoming desperate lunges. The hand on her hip clamped down like a vise again, yanking her back onto him with brutal force. He buried himself to the root, grinding his pelvis hard against her ass, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he came. A low, guttural roar ripped from his chest, more animal than man, echoing off the wood-paneled walls. Hot spurts flooded her, marking her, claiming her channel as thoroughly as his grip claimed her flesh.
He collapsed forward, his sweat-slicked chest pressing heavily against her back, pinning her to the mattress. His breath sawed in and out, hot gusts against her neck and shoulder. His softening cock slipped from her with a wet, messy sound, followed by a trickle of their combined release onto the rumpled sheets. The only sounds for long moments were their ragged breathing, the candle’s hiss, and the frantic thud of Rae’s heart against her ribs, slowly beginning to steady.
Colt shifted his weight, rolling partially off her but keeping one heavy arm draped possessively across her lower back. His fingers, still rough even in exhaustion, traced the fresh fingerprints blooming on her hip, then drifted higher, brushing over the fading red scratches left by the stable wall. They lingered on the distinct, darkening bruise on the curve of her shoulder – the bite mark from earlier.
His gaze, hooded and dark in the candlelight, swept over the wreckage: her flushed skin, the tear in her shirt (now discarded on the floor), the mess between her thighs, the marks he’d left. A low sound, almost a hum, rumbled in his chest – satisfaction, pure and primal.
Rae stayed face down, the plush pillow cool against her overheated cheek. Her body felt liquid, utterly spent, every muscle trembling with aftershocks. The jasmine scent was sweeter now, almost cloying, mixed with the undeniable musk of sex. She could feel the wetness between her legs, his claim sticky on her thighs.
Colt’s calloused thumb, surprisingly gentle now, stroked the curve of her ass. “Still trouble,” he murmured, his voice a sleep-roughened rasp. “But you take it so fuckin’ pretty. Gonna train you real good”