Chapter Three

Phoebe

It was a truly mesmerizing experience, to be wanted so completely, knowing that his longing for me matched my desire for him. There was a time when the sheer intensity and fiery passion, which characterized our relationship, reached such heights that we could hardly be near each other without succumbing to our desires. It was impossible for us to bear any distance between us and not be able to touch each other when we were so close.

Once, the mere thought of him had the power to instantly ignite a fire of readiness within me. And as if time rewound itself, this moment was no exception. Like all the times before, it didn't matter to me at all what triggered his reaction, and I had no intention of investigating further. It had been so long since I had tasted his delicious desire. So, when his lips touched mine and his flavor flooded my senses, I greedily took what he offered.

I just needed to feel the warmth of his touch one more time.

That's all I wanted.

He was nothing more than a beautiful, yet painful reminder of the loss we had endured—a stark contrast between what once was and what now remained.

Taking deliberate action, he seized my hips, swiftly rotating me and trapping me against the cabin wall. The sensation of his swollen shaft pressed against the small of my back left me feeling lightheaded. In a careless manner, he roughly ripped my skirt from my body, the sound of the tearing fabric echoing in my ears, until it fell to the ground in a heap.

I could barely catch my breath when his hand brushed against the curve of my moist underwear, leaving me gasping for more. My desire saturated the cotton crotch of my thong.

He emitted a low, guttural growl, pressing his head against the crevice between my neck and shoulder while his teeth lightly grazed and nibbled at my skin.

I moaned, throwing my head back in ecstasy.

His own pleasure was evident as he used his other hand to pull me closer, all the while whispering a husky growl in my ear.

"Just for tonight. You are mine."

"Yes." A deep moan escaped as I pressed myself back onto his fingers, my body responding instinctively to his touch. Consumed by an intense yearning, I relentlessly sought his eager lips, my mouth aching for the exquisite taste of his untamed fervor. Waves of anticipation surged through me as his tongue and lips explored the contours of my neck, leaving me trembling with shivers of pleasure. His looming presence ignited an insatiable need within me; what had been bubbling beneath the surface, suddenly emerged with such force that my reaction became uncontrollable.

I let out a gentle whimper, overwhelmed by the exquisite sensation of his fingers gliding slowly from my clit to the pulsating opening between my thighs, causing a delicious ache that weakened my legs. The desire to whirl around and straddle him overwhelmed me, yet the gentle caresses of his hand kept me entranced in the present.

He was savoring me. Like a fine meal. Taking his time; eking out every ounce of pleasure and enjoyment he could. And, dear God, I wanted him to.

I didn't want this night to end.

If I could, I'd live in this moment forever.

I could sense the gentle movement of his free hand. It caressed my body, while his bare chest radiated warmth as it pressed against mine, deepening the sense of intimacy between us. I was so engrossed with my own desires, I hadn't noticed he'd removed his shirt.

Just like it had happened countless times in the past, the moment he laid his hands on me, my mind vanished completely.

I felt a tingling sensation when his hand—weathered and hardened from labor—slipped underneath the fabric of my bra, providing a firm but comforting support to my breast. He gently rolled my hardened nipple between his fingers, causing a sensation of tiny electrical shocks to course through my body, traveling down to my stomach and directly to my swollen clit.

I longed for him and gently spread my legs, granting him entrance, desperately hoping that my subtle gesture would convey my desires. He was intimately familiar with my body, evidenced by my audible moan, when he forcefully tore the fabric off me. This action granted him effortless access to leisurely slide a single finger between my folds, eliciting a sensation that left me utterly powerless once more.

In an attempt to mask my intensifying yearning, I fidgeted restlessly while he sank his teeth into my neck, rendering me defenseless against his irresistible allure. The electrifying sensation of his cock grazing my hip ignited a passionate fire within me, causing intense waves of desire to ripple through my body, leaving me in a state of pure and unadulterated ecstasy. With force, he propelled me forward, pinning me tightly against the wall of the cabin while simultaneously penetrating my wetness with two of his fingers. The sensation was so overpowering that I felt compelled to exert more force and push myself even further into the motion.

I needed him deeper.

My breathing grew labored and shallow as he accepted what I willingly gave.

Giving into a pleasure I knew only he could provide.

His fingers delved deeper.

My mind was cloudy with desire.

As I fought to pull away, desperate to delay the impending climax, his unyielding grip held me captive, his hand firmly pressed against my stomach, denying any chance of escape. The combination of his teasing fingers and my building pleasure caused me to become increasingly wet, my wetness dripping onto his hand and wrist. The intensity of each thrust propelled me further towards the brink of release.

Overwhelmed with desperation, I yearned for his fingers to trace every inch of my skin, for his mouth to leave fiery trails of kisses, as his tongue ignited my senses in a passionate dance. I longed for the exquisite pleasure that his substantial, rock-hard cock would bring when it pressed against my body.

My mind was a whirlwind as my orgasm rapidly intensified, making it impossible for me to think clearly. Despite my efforts to resist, I eventually succumbed to it. I couldn't fight it any longer. I released a moan from deep within me as he used his other hand to cover my mouth, muffling any sound.

We weren't alone.

Too much noise might alert the others, and that was something neither of us wanted.

Lost in pleasure, tears streamed down my face as his fingers expertly played me, my moans almost constant. With every deliberate movement, he inexorably drove me towards the precipice of ecstasy, intensifying his pace and force, until at last, a mind-blowing orgasm consumed me.

In the blink of an eye, he pulled his fingers away and replaced them with exactly what I had been yearning for. The unexpected, but welcome intrusion caused me to involuntarily lean forward and bend at the waist to accommodate his undeniable thickness.

Despite the passage of time, my body still recognized the familiar sensations and eagerly embraced the intense pleasure as he forcefully entered me. His unrelenting grasp on me only grew stronger when he pulled me towards him and seated himself as deep as he could go.

"Jesus Christ," he growled roughly, his own voice betraying his frenzied desire as he took what he needed.

Driven by an intense need to see him, I instinctively turned my head and glanced behind me, only to witness his own desire get the best of him, his eyes communicating to me the deepest longings of his soul.

The impact of this revelation was so overwhelming that it catapulted me into a state of pure ecstasy, with each forceful thrust of his cock intensifying the pleasure coursing through me. Gasping for air, he desperately attempted to restrain himself, but it was futile, and moments later an uncontrollable, primal growl erupted from the depths of his being as he released himself inside of me. With my body giving way, he clung onto me tightly while his cock throbbed repeatedly, until eventually sliding out from my swollen entrance.

Struggling to catch a breath, I leaned against the hard wood of the cabin and tried to calm my beating heart.

"That was a mistake. We shouldn't have done that."

And just like that, a dangerous cold washed over me when reality seeped back to the forefront.

Unable to stop the venom of my bite, I clipped, "You son of a bitch."

Grabbing my clothes, I didn't bother putting them back on.

They were ruined anyway.

I just wanted to get the hell out of there and forget everything that had happened.

"Phoebe, come on."

"Shut up, Shaw. Just stop!" I screamed, not caring who heard. For years I'd held my tongue. I'd silently kept his secrets, hoping, wishing that someday he would come to his senses and see what was standing before him the whole time.

"I'm alive, Shaw! I'm right here and you don't care!"

He groaned. "I know, Pheebs. I see you."

"No, you don't. All you see is what I looked like that night. You haven't seen me in years. Well, I'm done waiting. I can't do it anymore. I can't!"

"What the hell does that mean?" he growled, taking a step closer to me.

"It means fuck fate and fuck you!"