10.Danny

My heart pounds. She's neither slim nor heavy, just pure perfection. Everything about her is full and lusciously curved. I registered the shape of her body when she jumped into the swamp, but this is different. In the dark she's less self-aware, more provocative in her innocence and it urges me to conquer her. Selfishly keep her in my bed, day and night like my own little possession. I'd do the dirtiest things to her…if I didn't have this need to cherish.

To hold.

To tenderly keep.

Her hair spills over my pillow and my whole body tenses as I crush her underneath me, locking my mouth over hers. That soft skin of hers, glistens in the light of the bayou moon shining through the window and I can barely breathe. I want her too much and then her breaths suddenly turn quiet, her nails raking down my back, her hips pushing against mine and I know I'm going to feel like an intruder when I claim her, but she's an intruder in my swamp so I guess it evens out.

A smile curves my lips and she mirrors me.

"Something amusing?" she whispers and I lightly shake my head.

"Just this whole situation. The swamp has brought me lots of things, water moccasins, killer bees…" I stroke her cheek, "but never anything as fine as you."

Her lids flutter. "Oh, be still my heart," she drawls. "I've always wanted to be compared to a water moccasin."

"You should tell your heart to be still," I rasp, "soon I'll have it exploding out of your chest."

"That's rather cocky of you," she says with raised brows, "what makes you think you'll be that good…" She trails off, her mouth silencing and her eyes widen when I touch her between her legs. Moaning, she tosses her head back, her legs wrapping around me and if I ever needed evidence that enchantment's possible then I got it right here. I'm right under her spell, and my primitive nature fiercely responds to her spiffier one.

Her hooded eyes stare straight into me, filling my lungs with air as if I'm breathing for the first time. Our lips touch, igniting us both and my tongue touches her, my muscles flexing against her soft body. I lose all normal reasoning, ruled by an urge to make her mine until every single thought in her mind revolves around me. Holding her is a drug on its own and my arms wrap around her, and she eagerly chases every touch of mine.

In a way I think I've always been waiting for her. Waiting for the day when something like her would show up around my waters, only to drag me under the surface and keep me inside her world.

"Janey, I think you were born for me," I rasp as her fingers explore me, running through my hair, then my chest and a blazing heat fills me. I kiss the column of her throat. "Born to be mine."

I cup her face in my hands, observing her and then I can't take it any longer. I just have to have her the way I want to. She whimpers and arches her breast into my palms when I paw them, the peaks growing taut against my hands. I could do this forever but the urge in me is too strong and then she suddenly slides her thighs open. There's no hesitation in her, only need and she smiles at me the moment I enter her. Burying her face against my neck, she moans, grazing my skin with her little teeth and it's too good to be true. So good that for a moment, I think I'm imaging it all.

"I'm so hot for you, Danny," she whispers in my ear, and I realize that it's fully real. "My body feels like it's on fire."

I take her lips once more, shivering when she shivers and she moves with me, keeping up beautifully even when I increase the tempo. Even when it almost becomes unbearable for her innocent body to take. I hear music in my ears right before I come, until I realize it's actually her moans and screams that I'm hearing. I fill her up, and we both know somewhere deep inside of us that this is destiny.

It has to be. Because only destiny can be this sweet.

Only a night shared with her can be this perfect. Spent I roll over and pull her with me. She doesn't say anything, she's too busy struggling to breathe. I sneak a hand in between us, placing it on top of her chest. Fuck, I knew I could make it beat this fast and in the dark, I fire a shit-eating grin.

"You're rude," Jane whispers. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

My grin widens. "You've seen nothing yet. But close those innocent eyes if you want, because you're about to…"